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Different angles, different uniforms, different centuries, one sun.

He's so handsome.

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Chapter 80 now on ao3

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TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY :)

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Bom Jesus do Monte in Braga, Portugal (by Julia Koblitz)

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Nuremberg, Germany (by Mateo Krossler)

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Ever since I came across this image i had this deep need to slap Antonio on it and I finally did

Just Antonio

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Arthur Kirkland, cca 1953.

The colonies have grown teeth. The empire weighs less than the coat he wears. He does not speak of loss. He only reads of it.

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I miss this garbage can 🥹

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the light of her life

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i’ve been in amsterdam for a few days and i LOVED IT

here are some pics i took 🌷

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meal

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giving my full support to the french referee in this game

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I love them

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[Fic] Sink Your Teeth (One-shot)

Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers

Rating: PG-15

Relationships: England/Spain (Hetalia)

Additional Tags: vampire!Spain, magician!England, blood drinking

Summary: There is only one way to feed a vampire and Arthur wouldn't mind giving every last drop of himself.

A/N: Everyone's been posting some amazing stories for hetaberia week and I got inspired to write a little thing. Thank you ❤

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57215911

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Arthur closed his eyes on the inhale.

Cold, damp air rushed into his lungs and power crackled along his skin, ancient and blood bathed. Exactly what he needed. Death and reverence towards the stars had saturated the old mountain tops and left their imprint on the magic that flowed through them.

His fingers brushed against soft locks of hair, and he let the power seep out of him and into Antonio who’d fallen asleep on his lap. It was the least Arthur could do after draining his companion for everything he had.

“Feels good.” Antonio murmured into Arthur’s stomach.

Arthur opened his eyes and stared at the icy darkness all around them. They were huddled in a cave, their only comfort the fire he had managed to conjure. That and the warm body of the horse that had carried them here. The animal neighed in response and Arthur felt his frozen lips trying to stretch into a smile.

“You’re awake.” He said and a small echo accompanied his words.

“Can’t sleep.” Antonio replied. “Starving.”

Arthur winced and drew more magic from the world around them. It zapped through his fingertips and into icy cold skin. “This should take the edge off.”

A soft snort came as a reply. “Mmm, delicious.”

“Don’t get sarcastic on me.” Arthur returned with a small jab.

Two pools of pure black looked up at him and Arthur inhaled. The white in Antonio’s eyes was barely visible, consumed by hunger. There was only one way to satiate a vampire, and they were very short on options.

“Must be the company I keep.” Antonio smiled, fangs too long for comfort.

Arthur felt his lips make another weak attempt at a smile. He closed his eyes and threw his magic out, reaching out into the world. His senses travelled outside of the cave and into the blinding day. He was met with deep snow, icy wind and little else. There was magic flowing through this world, and he could tap into it. He could draw on it and use it as his own. Every little thing had its own unique signature and right now, they were surrounded by the uncaring mountains and ancient frozen forests. There was no life up here, nothing they could catch for Antonio to feed on.

But he already knew that. They’d been trekking the mountain for long enough to know that nothing lived here.

“There’s nothing.” Antonio stated simply, already familiar with aspects of his magic.

“I’m sorry.” Arthur said.

“It’s not your fault.”

“If it weren’t for me—”

“I’d be dead.” Antonio interrupted, sitting up. “Not today, and not tomorrow, but once the Queen was tired of me. I’d be dead, and I own you my life.”

Heat crept through Arthur’s body as the vampire took his hand. Cold, dry, lips pressed a kiss into his skin, and he should have remained unaffected. It was a simple gesture of gratitude. Nothing more. Arthur had orchestrated their escape and dragged Antonio along with him, even when the vampire was half dead with magic loss. It was simple gratitude.

Only his breath shuddered when Antonio turned his hand, palm up.

“My life in your hands, my prince.” The vampire said, pressing another kiss into his skin.

Arthur shuddered. The memory of those full lips being warm entirely too vivid in his mind. He’d slipped, despite knowing better, but he couldn’t let his companion suffer. He might had been the prince of the Kingdom of Shadows once, but that didn’t make him heartless.

“And mine in yours.” Arthur whispered in invitation.

The tip of Antonio’s tongue slid up his skin and for a moment Arthur forgot how to breath. It had hurt the first time the vampire’s fangs had sank into him. Now his stomach clenched in anticipation as kisses were peppered along his wrist. There was no need for Antonio to prepare him anymore. His pulse sped up at the very thought, blood rushing through his body.

He’d fallen under the vampire’s spell, completely hooked. He should have never allowed this to happen, but here he was, practically squirming.

Fangs sunk into his flesh and Arthur whimpered. There was no pain anymore, just two points of heat, shooting venom straight into his blood. Athur’s heart pumped faster, spreading the poison through his body. Warmth settled at the pit of his stomach, eating at his self-control.

He gasped, forgetting everything for a moment. He found himself being reduced to the patch of skin where Antonio’s mouth was working against his skin. He was barely aware of his magic, seeping away from him and into a hungry mouth. Arthur couldn’t care less. Right this instance Antonio could have all of him and he’d gladly give every last drop.

So, when the vampire pulled away slowly, tongue gliding against his torn skin Arthur whimpered in protest. He needed Antonio’s mouth on him, hot and hungry.

“Your trust is a treasure.” Antonio said, pulling him back to his senses.

Arthur could only whimper is response as his sensitive skin was littered with soft kisses and slow licks. He used to protest, but he’d come to covet every touch of Antonio’s mouth.

“That should do it.” The vampire said and looked up.

Arthur watched, suddenly transfixed. It didn’t matter how many times he’d seen this. He could never tire of seeing blood rush into Antonio’s skin, warming him up and tucking away his monstrous nature. It was almost as breathtaking as watching the way the black receded from Antonio’s eyes, leaving behind rich deep green.   

“Beautiful.” Arthur whispered and the vampire laughed. A twinkling sound that had no place coming out of the mouth of a monster.

“It’s your handiwork, my prince.” Antonio said, lifting Arthur’s hand and placing another kiss at his wrist.

Arthur’s skin prickled with heat, and he pulled away. “Stop calling me that.” He said to change the topic. He didn’t need them digging into whatever this thing was between them. Because it was nothing, Arthur told himself. Antonio was hungry and Arthur was reacting to the venom. That’s all there was to it. A trick of biology.

“But you are my prince.” Antonio said, tilting his head.

Arthur got up. They were too close for comfort. “I’m a fugitive. Before that a pawn and a prisoner. I was never truly the Prince of Darkness or the King of Light.”

“The Queen of Light certainly wouldn’t see it like that.” Antonio said, allowing him the change of topic.

“Maybe she shouldn’t have kept me locked in a tower for fourteen years.” Arthur snapped. “I am not going back.”

“Back home then?” Antonio suggested.

Arthur shook his head. “They can go to hell. My parents are the ones who married me off and never bothered after.”

“Oh?” Antonio tilted his head. “We’re starting a war then?”

That almost gave Arthur pause. Almost. The two kingdoms would most definitely go to war over him. One to save face and one on the defence. Which was ironic considering the whole point of the marriage had been to avoid another war.

“I’m going to live my life. The rest of the world is not my fucking problem.” Arthur declared. All he got in response was a hum.

Arthur looked back at Antonio. His companion had scooted backwards, leaning against the horse. Those green eyes had gone dark again, but the hunger in them was of an entirely different kind. It completely derailed Arthur’s thoughts.

“What?” He asked, suddenly on edge.

“Does that mean you’ll finally go after what you want, my prince?” Antonio asked, head tilting to the side, dark eyes inviting.

That familiar heat stirred inside Arthur. This had been a bad idea from the very moment he had laid eyes on the vampire. He should have used him and left him to die. That would have been the smart thing to do. Vampires were dangerous creatures. Sirens of the night, their venom the sweetest ambrosia there was.

Arthur was probably trading one prison for another, but his legs carried him forward anyway. He found himself straddling the vampire, fingers burying in soft brown locks.

Their lips pressed together, and Antonio’s mouth opened hot and hungry for him. With a shiver Arthur realised he’d made his decision a long time ago. It was a bloody stupid one, but he’d made it, and he wasn’t going back on it.

He pressed closer against Antonio and the moan he received was all the encouragement he needed.

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Nyo! Spain flamenca

The other day I saw a woman wearing a beautiful Sevillian bailaora red dress nd I felt inspired

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The Boss himself

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i sketched this quickly last night