#prukcember

[orbitinghetalia]

A great 2025 to all you Hetalians out there! This is a year late submission for @prukcember with the day 3 New Year prompts; New year's, Countdown, Fireworks, Kiss and Drinking.

[pruktober]

Okay, so I think as an experiment I'll make PrUKcember a short and easy event from December 17-19.

Three days. Three general prompts so that you guys can basically do whatever related idea you want. ✨

For those who like specific prompts, I listed some examples for each one in case you need inspiration, but you're also welcome to think of your own.

@nsfhetalia @hetaliahappenings @heta-on-the-books @hetaliacalendar

[ssuckitlosers]

Prompt: Keeping Warm, PrUk

Attempted something for PrUKcember/@pruktober. Better late than never?

Summary: Gilbert’s cold after a trip to the shops.

Words: 1,143

A03

Cold mornings had never really been a problem for him before. Gilbert was an early riser, always had been, yet he was still in bed. He had been awake for a while, lightly playing with the mop of blonde hair next to him instead of starting the day. While he was comfortable, he really should get up.

The arm around his waist tightened, preventing him from leaving.

"Art," Gilbert chuckled, only getting an incomprehensible noise in response, "I need to get up."

Arthur mumbled something he didn't quite catch, but his tone expressed his disagreement. Instead, he shifted, further wrapping himself around Gilbert. His head moved out from under the covers to press a tired kiss to his neck, "No, you don't."

"Someone has to," He pointed out, omitting the fact that he'd already stayed longer than he should have. One of them had to go shopping today; a task Gilbert had given himself. Arthur wasn't going to be so cuddly once he realised they were out of milk for his tea.

With a sigh, Gilbert resumed stroking Arthur's hair, allowing himself a few more minutes before he had to brave the cold.

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Their shopping list was unusually long. The poor weather had them both procrastinating going out until they were forced to. Even if they had milk, there was nothing else. A couple of unappetising cereal bars lay at the back of a cupboard and there were a couple of tins but nothing particularly nice.

One look outside revealed that the snow had not stopped. If anything, it had gotten worse. Everything was covered in white and he could barely see the end of the garden through the falling snow. Maybe the cereal bars are better than he thought…

No, he had to go. If it got any worse, they'd be snowed in and then they'd be in real trouble. Besides, if he let Arthur do the shopping he'd forget half the list. As much as he loved the man, he was incapable of buying everything in one trip. Despite being the reason they kept a list.

Before he left, he impulsively turned on the heating. A rarity for him, but he knew Arthur would appreciate it. As he grabbed his keys, he idly wondered if Arthur would make hot chocolate later. Hopefully. He's awesome at making drinks and his hot chocolate was delicious. Maybe he should try to bribe him with some snacks…

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By the time he got back home, he was cold and wet. His fingers stung as he held the shopping bags. The heat hit him as he opened the door and he had to thank his past self for turning it on before he left. What a good decision.

He carelessly kicked off his shoes, left his wet socks on the floor and quickly shed his jacket. He could deal with them once the blood returned to his fingers. As he walked towards the kitchen he could see that Arthur had left his blanket cocoon.

"Guess whose awesome?" Gilbert announced, setting the shopping bags on the kitchen table.

"Hmm, I wonder…" Arthur leant against the countertop, as Gilbert lost his train of thought. Arthur hadn't been awake for long; he stood there arms crossed, barefooted, hair pointing in all directions, in a worn pair of pyjama's bottoms and one of Gilbert's old t-shirts. He would never get tired of seeing Arthur like this. Of being allowed to see him like this. It always brought a stupid smile to his face.

His thoughts were interrupted by Arthur clearing his throat, looking amused.

"I bought those biscuits you like," Gilbert said, remembering where he left off. Pleased to see Arthur's teasing smile replaced by a more genuine one as he moved towards him.

"You're the best," Arthur teased.

"I know."

"You're freezing!"

"Yep." Arthur cupped his cheeks, frowning at how cold they were.

"Fucking hell, did you even wear a hat?" Arthur's hand covered his frozen ears, answering his own question. "A scarf?" His hands moved to his chilled neck, "Glov-" Gilbert kissed him. effectively derailing the oncoming lecture.

He felt Arthur relax and hummed in approval as he moved his warm hands to hold his cold face. They took a few steps until Arthur's back hit the counter. Gilbert slid his hands down past Arthur's ass, to grab his thighs and hoist him up onto the counter. Arthur's legs wrapped around him, keeping him close as things got more heated. Sure was a good way to get hot.

"Fuck." Arthur yelped, quickly moving to stop Gilbert's freezing hands from getting further up his shirt. "I'm buying you gloves."

"Where's the love?" Gilbert cackled, brushing his thumbs across Arthur's skin, "Share your heat."

"Absolutely not." Arthur wedged a foot in between them and straightened his leg to push Gilbert away. "Go get out of those wet clothes."

"I know one way I could get out of them." Gilbert wiggled his eyebrows, before making a grab for the other man.

"Keep those ice cubes away from me." Arthur jumped off the counter, laughing, narrowly evading Gilbert's hands.

"Boo," Gilbert pouted, feigning defeat before lunging at Arthur and spinning him around.

"Wait, wait, wait," Arthur held Gilbert's wrists, breathless from the play fighting and laughing so much. "I'll make hot chocolate."

"You drive a hard bargain." Gilbert paused for a few seconds, to add suspense, before accepting, "Deal."

"Good," Arthur laughed, releasing his wrists to plant a quick kiss on his mouth, "Now go get changed before you catch a cold."

"I'm too awesome to get sick."

"Don't test it."

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Thanks for reading!

Lmao hear me out, I’m a headcanon girlie please. Fanfics are not my forte, I haven’t written a fic in years. (Kinda wanna write more though, we'll see.) Hopefully it's alright, I wrote this in a few hours and probably need to edit it but ah that's for future me.

[hwsevents]

It's the first day of PrUKcember!

Theme: Winter

Remember, you can do anything that fits with the theme for this day! See the official prompt list for examples.

[pruktober]

If I did PrUKcember this year, would you participate?

Probably

I'll consider it

Maybe another year

No, I'm only interested in PrUKtober

Voting ended onOct 12, 2023

@hetaliahappenings @heta-on-the-books @hetaliacalendar @nsfhetalia

[orbitinghetalia]

“So…?”He started asking when the glare the blonde shot him made him go quiet. “I don’t know how this happened.” She said while she went back to glaring the little gingerbread men to death. Further to death that is.

Thing is neither of them knew how to bake those cookies. Viv refushed to acknowledge she had no idea what she was doing and when she just tried to wing it, Gilbert had awesomely gone along with that. He had read up on some recipes in secret, no need to tell that to anyone though, but these recipes must have been wrong.

Which meant that after making their way through the smoke to rescue the little cookie people from the  oven’s mighty flames, they had really only saved them from the confines of the oven. They also managed to save Viv’s kitchen from burning down.

Still, as they stood side by side looking down on their attempt at baking they has to admit the little piles of charcoal were far beyond salvation.

The blonde woman sighed and put her head on his shoulder in defeat. “I’m going to make a call.” The man said and before she could make another comment, Gilbert added “He won’t ask any questions.”

Ludwig shook simply shook his head when he heard his ringtone go off. He had been expecting this call and had been acting accordingly. He answered the call and only said. “They are ready.”

On the kitchen counter was a batch of gingerbread men cooling off.

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For @pruktober's 2nd day of Prukcember. Theme Christmas with the prompt gingerbread.

[pruktober]

Out of curiosity, who would be interested in a PrUKcember sometime?

The themes could revolve around winter, Christmas, New Year's, and things like that!

I've been thinking about it for a while now, and while I probably wouldn't do it all the time since it'd be a lot to keep up with on top of PrUKtober every year, it might be fun to do on occasion.

@hetaliahappenings @heta-on-the-books @nsfhetalia

[orbitinghetalia]

For @pruktober's 2nd day of Prukcember. Theme Christmas with the prompt Poinsettias. (+ a touch of the theme winter with prompt snowflake if you don't blink.)