THE BITE OF WINTER

the iron in her blood, the cold in her touch, the tempest in her eyes. | APH Belarus Roleplay Blog | Scriptorium RP |   

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APH Belarus + Instagram.

requested by anon.

[artofthero]

something with aph belarus? 🇧🇾✨

i realized i’ve never drawn her smiling and figured i should fix that

maybe the dress is making her feel nostalgic c:

outfit ref

[tempestinhereyes-blog]

Cigarettes

[cafe-der-nederlanden]

tempestinhereyes:

“Humans are very inclined towards misfortune in their quest of happiness and success, burdening others in the process—and their country’s personification by watching them do their shit show for centuries.” Cue a relaxed sip of her coffee and the nonchalance treading on an elegant visage, what could’ve been a speech glorified in absolute scorn was reduced as if it was a mundane talk about the weather. Indeed, a bewitching lady both of her words and beauty.

Hence with a simple raise of her brows far too casual for the matter it passed, Belarus posed an inquiry with the same graceful poise. “Jazz bar? I assume you also dance, although gardening sounds dreadful.” A quick glance to check the time induced a brief pause, “I have a routine I intend to fully abide,” The pause allowed the end of her lips to crook fleetingly though her palm quick to hide it, “But life would also be terribly pointless if you don’t appreciate it by, for example, go to a bar and drink.”

“A buck’s a buck in the end.”

Jan gave a quick shrug-he’d seen the same song and dance for centuries now and it was old hat to him. It had molded the very man that stood in front of Natalya. For better and for worse.

“It’s not dreadful. But it’s not for everyone. It’s a talent,” the Dutchman shot back, nonchalant. “I have been known to cut a rug, but it’s been a few months.” A quick memory finds him at that jazz bar with Mathias, dancing the night away. “Believe it or not, dancing’s harder to find someone to accompany you than gardening.”

Another gulp of coffee found an empty cup as he listened to her working girl’s schedule, reminding him of young women in their 20s and fingering their way to the standard bar to quench a thirst.

“Bar’s okee, I prefer to develop my own collection for entertaining at home, it’s far cheaper. Not to mention I would not water down my own drinks,” a chuckle escaped as he looked on his own watch. “I better check into my flight; you might wanna do the same.”

[tempestinhereyes-blog]

A monotonous hum emerged as an ending note. "It is what it is."

His defense enticed the Belarusian though the idea didn't shock her—everyone has a hobby no one expected them to do. She was reminded of her sister however, tending her crops and flowers. Perhaps a visit was long overdue, the thought quick to reserve in back of her mind afterwards.

Once again, Belarus agreed with the man after a nod. "Dancing requires both to be as equally proficient after all, not to mention those that thought they were a better dancer than in reality," She paused, "Do you do ballroom dancing?"

"True, but it gets boring at the house. People acts funny when they're drunk, and such view are often garnered in a bar. And I checked in at the taxi."

[moist-hetalia-aesthetics]

“nothing can stop us, not now i love you.” belarus + hungary

[tempestinhereyes-blog]

Mistletoe

cont. from x 

The edge of her lips moved to a vague curvature to form a charming pair to her eyes, enchanting blues engrossed in its famed mystique. This would be an exciting night for the thrill-seeker, the quaint opportunity so seldom to present itself hence why she seized it. Maybe mess around with the poor girl too.

Her gaze does not flinch as her neck slightly bend to match with the girl. “I suppose.” The end of the syllable welcomed a chaste kiss from the Belarusian, deep yet polite. Belarus was first to withdraw but she remained still, the ghost of a smile present.

That was fun.

[ @tai-mei-hua ]

[bubbleteahime]

【 LOG｜Hetaria/APH 】 by TATADA

❀ Permission to upload image has been graciously given by the artist! Do not redistribute, edit, nor remove credits!

[elastadelreino]

🍊

Antonio stumbled into his apartment, leaving the box of clementines on the floor. He’d need to go back for the rest of it, that was still in his car, tomorrow. 

He was damn tired and smelled of earth and citric, his hands were dry and there was still mud under his fingernails. However, instead of jumping into the shower straight up, he just collapsed face-down on the couch. 

Just a couple of minutes… a little bit of rest, then maybe order food, clean himself up, have dinner and finally sleep the whole weekend. 

Just as he finished putting that plan together, his phone rang- 

[tempestinhereyes-blog]

Holding the other line was a fair Belarusian lady, sitting crossed leg while looking in grim annoyance, impatience exhibited through the tappings of her fingers as her eyes glanced towards the clock.

“Your meeting with my brother is not cancelled, which I am sure he has warned you of,” She started once the Spaniard picked up, her cool voice rushing into a warning, “I’m here in replacement for him. The documents are with me, and I’ll give you a briefing to it.” Her words suddenly came to a halt, blue eyes narrowing in suspicion. “You should be on the way. Same place, same time—in ten minutes or so.”

[elastadelreino]

Antonio looked at his phone, blinking in confusion. He didn’t even have the number saved but it was a foreign extension and the accent was a dead giveaway, even though he didn’t recognize the voice through the phone. 

“Err… Belarus? This is the first notice I have of any meeting with Russia. We haven’t talked since the adoption scandal thing, are you sure it’s me whom he had a meeting with?”

[tempestinhereyes-blog]

Belarus didn't bother to convey a surprised disgruntlement, half-expecting for this twist of events. She should've followed her gut feelings instead of falling into the false assurance of the secretary. "Except if you changed your name from 'Kingdom of Spain', well—surprise!" The sarcastic retort came as she hailed a passing taxi, "Unfortunately, I have to do my job so I'm going to your place. Give me your address."

[nyohungary]

ヘタまと５(part of a set) by ゅぅすけ permission was given by the artist!!

[chansondeparis-deactivated20170]

✘: My muse runs into your muse while trying to buy them a Christmas present.

As far as Francis knew, he was spending Christmas alone. It wasn’t the first time it’s happened but that didn’t make the feeling of loneliness easier to cope with. Oh well, at least he didn’t have to go all out with food shopping; cooking a banquet for one would have been soul-destroying. All he had in the carrier bags was the essentials like bread, butter, milk amongst other groceries and a bottle of red wine to bring him comfort later on in the evening.

With cloud of breath from a sigh, Francis turned a corner, completely unaware of the approaching Belarussian. 

[tempestinhereyes-blog]

A pretty contrast to the mundanity of the fast-paced scenario strutted in the slender form of a Belarusian, blonde tresses swinging as she hurried past. In one arm is a brown package containing a single gift—two cheap vodkas for the lady herself, (Merry Christmas, Natalya Arlovskaya, a single, pissed-off bitch wasting herself in yet another pointless celebration!) all gifts for her family are bought a few days ago anyway.

However, her heels came to a sharp turn as her eyes were directed to the new message in her phone, stopping just in time before she fully bumped into someone. "Watch it—Francis."

[red-panda-tea]

i’ve been wanting to paint these two since forever and i finally did but now i don’t how i feel about it??

[tempestinhereyes-blog]

“Is that mistletoe?”

Belarus’ eyes darted upwards, surprised to realize she hasn’t notice the well-hidden plant until now. An inaudible, defeated sigh escaped her lips whilst blue eyes fixated itself to the smaller girl’s. “Yes it is.”

[stanwrites-deactivated20150708]

THE ULTIMATE HOLIDAY THEMED ASK MEME {part of: ❄ twenty-five days of elle} 

SEND ME A SYMBOL

▲: One of our muses tries to catch snowflakes on their tongue. ☾: Your muse asks for help decorating a gingerbread house. ♪: One of our muses inviting the other for a Christmas duet. ♦: Our muses wrap presents together. ☃: Our muses build a snowman together. ✈: Our muses travel somewhere for the holidays. ✎: My muse’s Christmas card to yours. ✘: My muse runs into your muse while trying to buy them a Christmas present.  ✆: My muse calls your muse while drunk on eggnog.  ツ: Our muses go caroling.  ✿: My muse gives your muse a Christmas present. ø: Our muses cuddle by the fireplace with hot cocoa.  ✌: Our muses argue over which Christmas movie to watch.  ♡: Our muses kiss under a mistletoe.  ♛: Our muses kiss at midnight on New Year’s.  ➸: Our muses decorate their house together. ♘: Our muses put up a Christmas tree and decorate it. ✰: My muse invites your muse to dance to Christmas songs. ☼: Our muses volunteer to help out for the holidays. ∞: Our muses go tree shopping. ❖: Our muses go ice skating together. ☁: Our muses go sledding.  ✉: Your muse hits mine with a snowball in order to start a snowball fight.  ϟ: Our muses bake Christmas cookies together. ↺: Our muses doing something holiday-themed with their kid(s).

SENTENCES

“Look! It’s snowing!” “Do we really have to leave cookies for Santa?” “Santa’s not real! There, I said it!” “Where do we hang the stockings if we don’t have a fireplace?” “You really don’t have to get me anything this year.” “Do we really have to go to your parents’ house for Christmas?” “Let’s just sit in our pajamas and watch Christmas movies all day.” “You’re gonna become huge if you keep eating all of Santa’s cookies.” “Oh, put some mistletoe on my butt and kiss it.” “This is the best Christmas I’ve ever had.” “This is the worst Christmas ever.” “Is that mistletoe?” “You look cold. Here, take my scarf.” “I’m just not a fan of the holidays.” “You’ve had the Christmas radio on non-stop for five hours.”

TEXT MESSAGES

[text]: I just accidentally told our son/daughter that Santa isn’t real. [text]: The Christmas tree is on fire. [text]: So cold. Need cuddles. [text]: Christmas is a time to be honest, so this is it — I’m in love with you. [text]: I may or may not have eaten the entire gingerbread house we made two days ago. [text]: I just saw two people dressed as Santa fist fighting in a mall. Christmas is ruined! [text]: I’m may or may not be wearing mistletoe underwear. Wanna find out for sure? [text]: I made an oopsie and let’s just say we have over 500 candy canes in our apartment right now.  [text]: I can’t believe I have to spend Christmas Eve in a hospital.  [text]: So what if I made out with a guy dressed as Santa Claus?! I was drunk! [text]: I know it’s been a while since we’ve spoken, but Merry Christmas. [text]: Just fought a 50 year old lady over a pair of gloves for my dad. He better be grateful, because she almost clawed my eyes out.  [text]: If I see one more picture on Instagram of a snowman with Frozen lyrics underneath, I’m gonna explode up in this bitch. 

[saltyaphaesthetics-blog]

“Could you be my perfect disaster? My ever after?”

APH | BelaSey

[frackoviak]

Sasha Luss at Harper’s Bazaar Icons by Carine Roitfeld 2015

[shiikodayo-blog]

I don’t need feminine.

[aph-aes]

But he who dares not grasp the thorn, should never crave the rose. 

APH | /Pale Pink & Gold\ Belarus 

[tempestinhereyes-blog]

Cigarettes

[tempestinhereyes-blog]

First and foremost, the Belarusian downed several sips of coffee to fully jolt her awake, courtesy of the strong caffeine (“Mocha? No, espresso doppio. Thank you.”). Even for someone who has grown accustomed to being wide awake by sunrise, mornings are still a hassle.

Putting the cup down, Belarus shifted in her seat to converse with the other. “My usual routine, I suppose. I present the paperworks, they give me more.” In reality, it was more elaborate than what she revealed, but that is another story. “What do you do for fun?”

[cafe-der-nederlanden]

A ghost of a chuckle nearly appeared on Jan’s face. “They always give more. Someday soon when I get my hours in, they will pop their head in and I’ll be thousands of miles away on a tropical island.”

The Dutchman easily sucked down his treasured coffee as he listened to her question.

“Depends on what kind of fun I wanna have,” Green eyes seemed so far away until they fell back on Natalya, “The little things. Gardening to relax. Reading. I play a few instruments. Then when the lights go out, maybe a bar, but not just any place, a jazz bar or a specialty club. I am a reminiscent man.” It was a more easily palatable word than romantic, “But I like the thrill of the chase-and maybe go home with somebody. Room service. Traveling.” Jan took another sip of coffee, “And yourself?”

[tempestinhereyes-blog]

“Humans are very inclined towards misfortune in their quest of happiness and success, burdening others in the process—and their country’s personification by watching them do their shit show for centuries.” Cue a relaxed sip of her coffee and the nonchalance treading on an elegant visage, what could’ve been a speech glorified in absolute scorn was reduced as if it was a mundane talk about the weather. Indeed, a bewitching lady both of her words and beauty.

Hence with a simple raise of her brows far too casual for the matter it passed, Belarus posed an inquiry with the same graceful poise. “Jazz bar? I assume you also dance, although gardening sounds dreadful.” A quick glance to check the time induced a brief pause, “I have a routine I intend to fully abide,” The pause allowed the end of her lips to crook fleetingly though her palm quick to hide it, “But life would also be terribly pointless if you don’t appreciate it by, for example, go to a bar and drink.”