#ukrbelg

[f0rgetf0rgetting]

day two: royalty / wedding

@hetalia-rarepairweek

the kingdom’s favorite baker and the princess :3

[aquaclouds0]

You know I thought why not post this on tumblr too, maybe it could get more attention…

They’re both my favs, and also so me but also, wouldn’t they be cute together….

[sealystanley]

My sweet babies💚

[bunni-mushroom]

Thanks for the ask!

7. “Aww, you didn’t have to get me a gift!”

With BelgUkr

Requested by @madam-of-lithuania

Olga looked down at the box Elise had set on her lap, looked at the crisp red paper, decorated with glitter (Stars? Or snowflakes? Stars, she immediately realised upon tracing her fingers along the paper. It was bound to get everywhere but she didn’t mind, really) and tied with a green bow. The woman in question was sat excitedly across from Olga, her hands balled in her lap as she practically bounced in her seat.

“You didn’t have yo get me a gift, my love,” Olga reached a hand out to clasp Elise’s, “Though I appreciate it nonetheless.”

“Of course I do! You’re my girlfriend, and I love giving you gifts! Now open it, please?”

Olga smiled, picking up the box, heavy but not too much, gently moving it closer, further up her lap to get better purchase.

“Alright.”

[phyripowritesthings]

it’s @hwsyuriweek2020 and I have this tiny, pretty sappy thing! because belg makes for a really good older lady in my mind and I love her. for the prompt garden :>

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tomorrow

pairings/characters: Belgium (Manon)/Ukraine (Iryna) word count: 742 summary: Manon can see the future unfolding itself across her garden, sprawling before her eyes. It is bright.

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On a sleepy Saturday morning, Manon looks at the rain outside, and imagines the future.

She can see it without much effort, unfolding before her like a dream. A gentle rain falls in the mess that the garden still is, path unfinished and grass uncut, but she can see what it will be. What they will make of it. Iryna has explained it to her, how she wants their families to come to them when they need comfort, a reprieve from the everyday. How they can be a little haven, out here in their little house with the sprawling yard. Just the two of them.

Manon can see the sunflowers they planted yesterday towering over them, turning their heads to the sun and guarding the back of the garden. Iryna will fuss about them, putting sticks next to them to help them stand up, even if she has to get up on a ladder to it, and Manon will watch her with concern, holding the ladder steady so that she doesn’t fall. Because they will be older, then, having grown here together, and maybe Iryna’s clever fingers will have lost some of their quickness, some of their strength.

They will still be caring, though, watering flowers and digging into the earth to find the best spots. Tucking Manon’s hair, ever more streaked with grey than it is now, away from her face. Carefully holding Manon’s grandson, who will know no other world than the one where his grandmother is married to the woman she loves, one where he will always be welcome in their home.

She can see her daughter smiling, hefting a wine glass and calling Iryna mom on a terrace painted with the colors of dusk. She can see how the sun catches in Iryna’s pale hair, how her sky eyes are nearly luminescent and fireflies buzz around her head like a halo. Manon can smell the lavender at the height of summer, the honey leaves of autumn catching on the wind. Her daughter will want to come over and help them rake leaves, and Iryna will explain how the leaves help protect the plants from the snow that will fall, and maybe they’ll both be in a snit by the end of it, but that’s okay. That’s part of why she loves both of them.

Her grandson—their grandson—will want to help with the vegetable garden, and he will probably severely dislike Manon when he realizes he’ll have to eat the vegetables, but it will only be for a while, and besides, Iryna will definitely give him sweets in the meantime.

He has only just been born, her first grandchild, the grandchild Iryna never thought she would even have, but she sees all this happening as if it is just waiting in the whirlwind of time to come their way.

And maybe the winds will blow another way, but she doesn’t feel like they will.

The rain is just a drizzle now, and the sun is poking watery rays through the clouds. Manon smiles. Folds her hands around her teacup.

Even in the rain, they will be out there. Most likely, their cat will go missing again, and they’ll have to walk around looking for her until they find her hiding somewhere in the shed after hours, despite that having been the first place they looked. Iryna will get grumpy, even if she won’t want to show it, and Manon will pour her tea and make her blueberry muffins until she no longer has that line between her eyebrows. The cat will sprawl across her legs and look impervious.

And maybe one day, they will find that the shed will be the last place where they ever see the cat, and that will be okay, but Iryna will make Manon soup and gently fold her into her arms anyway, because she always understands the need for warmth.

Manon blinks, and looks down to see an orange tail slinking around the corner of the observatory. Somewhere in the house, a window opens.

The smell of rain drifts in, but Manon sees sunlight slowly turning to starlight, a fire flickering out of the corner of her eye, and Iryna will laugh, gathering ever more wrinkles and getting ever more beautiful.

And even then, Manon will dream of the future. She will dream new lifetimes until she can’t dream anymore, and if she wakes up, she will wake up with Iryna.

[d-joana-a-shippadora]

Belgium: !!! She replied!!!

Netherlands, thinking: Goodness, she'll finally be able to sleep now...

Ukraine, via message: Sorry for the late reply! 😭💦 I dropped my phone in the tub, and it just turn on now!💦💦 Sorry!

Belgium: I thought so! *Writing* "I wasn't waiting or anything..." Or maybe I'll ask what sticker is that...

*30 minutes later*

Belgium: aah, my message is too long again...

*1 hour later*

Belgium: I'd better just use a sticker...

Belgium: BIG BRO, WHICH ONE SHOULD I USE????

Netherlands, already at bed: I'm begging you, go to sleep.

[aphlesbian]

There hovers forever around you delight: a beauty desired. (APH Belgium/APH Ukraine)

[bunni-mushroom]

28. “Ice-skating? Do you seriosuly trust me with knives on my feet?”

With BelgUkr

Requested by @madam-of-lithuania

Elise looked at Olga and then to the pair of ice-skates the woman had dropped at her feet with a frown, and then a weak smile when she looked back up at her girlfriend.

“Ice-skating?” Elise mused, nudging the skates tentatively with her boots, “Do you seriously trust me with knives on my feet? ”

“Elle, please? It will be so fun!”

“It has been almost 400 years since I last went, I am afraid I may be rusty.”

“Then I will help you keep your balance, yes? Then you will be fine.” she held out her hand, smiling, her blue eyes warm, and Elise looked at her and wished suddenly they had stayed home instead where it was warm and cosy and she could spend the day holding Olga, the whole world passing by outside without them.

“Alright, I’ll give it a try! It will be fun, no matter what.”