#save me prussia... save me... save me gilbert

[chermice]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRUSSIA /I PUT HIM IN A BLENDER 🐥🩷🩷🩷

UN AÑO MAS EN TU VIDA TODO LLENO DE ESPERANZA EL SEÑOR TIENE ALEGRÍA Y TRAIGA PAZ A TU ALMA

[gilsart]

Fellas is it gay to question God’s existence while we cuddle…

I made this while nauseous and feverish, please excuse the wonkiness of it all.

[lemonerix]

Hospitaller and knight trio doodles

@chao-mp3 I adore the joke in ur teutemp "good boy meme" art pls don't mind me reusing the joke🙏 (idk if that's a historically accurate thing but it's so in character for Gil to tell the highest higher up to shut up XDD)

*they're not related, this is just their weird ass trio dynamic

[royaltea000]

And how many times have you come back now, devil?

[lenabobina]

I was thinking abt The Shadow by Edmund Blair Leighton and then I was thinking about prumano and this happened. I'm never finishing this lol references below the cut xx

[nyhne]

APH - Veiled Desires [SpAus/PruAus], Interlude

SpAus | (background/one-sided PruAus; background NedPort) | fairytale AU | rated E

READ IT ON AO3 | FF (from the beginning)

Handsome, lonely Prince Antonio ventures into the woods outside the Kingdom borders and discovered a pristine lake with a beautiful secret: every night, a solitary swan with feathers as white as snow descends to its waters and transforms into a young man unlike anyone the Prince has ever seen. At first glance, Prince Antonio knows that he must have the creature for his own, but little does he know that bringing the swan back to be his bride will have him playing a role in a more complicated story than at first it seems.

Fairytale AU based on the various "swan maiden" stories. Part of a collaboration with @fafayayarhen , whose amazing art you can find HERE!

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Oops kinda unintentionally posting this because I was working on formatting it for Ao3 and then sometimes Ao3 does this thing where it won't save my drafts so I either gotta post it or risk having to do it over again. /: So here's the very brief Interlude chapter lol. Next chapter will be out Tuesday per usual.

[senseearly]

Hetalia Shipping Meme - Prussia Edition

Source

I don't really have NOTPs in Hetalia, and if I do, I don't want to spend my time talking about it. So I'd rather talk about my favorite ships involving Gilbert!

(If you don't like any of the pairs here, let's agree to disagree :) )

More details under cut

MEGA OTP

w/ Fritz: SOULMATES; WRONG PLACE, WRONG TIME; "You were a wonderful experience," "You were everything." I am a sucker of pairs that never really get together because of the circumstances, and Gil x Fritz embodies that. Maybe in another life, they would've been a couple, but in another life, they may have never met. Also love the idea of Gil still mourning Fritz all these years and Fritz anticipating and liking that because he wants to be the mortal that Gil remembers the most. Not necessarily healthy, but not that toxic either. Fritz definitely pushed Gil a lot, during the wars that they waged around 1700s, but Gil also pushed Fritz a lot in his youth, telling Fritz to accept his responsibility as king. They're a mess and they know it.

w/ Ivan: A pair of lonely knives that never knew how to be gentle with each other. Ivan thinks of Gil as his first friend even though it's onesided, Gil pities (young) Ivan back then and thinks that the only way to save him was through Catholicism and violence. This pair to me is a little onesided because it's Ivan who keeps chasing after Gil all this time, but never really capturing his heart, while Gil can't stand Ivan and his clinginess but cares for him, just in a distance. If there's any happy ending for them, it would be in modern times because Gil isn't a country anymore (and free to do whatever he wants). But I like the added drama that their respective friends/family may not agree with their relationship (due to history and such)

w/ Tolys: I like that Tolys genuinely dislikes Gil and Gil not really sharing the animosity lmao, i think it's funny. But there's so much that you can spin with these two; them starting out as enemies then reluctant allies under the Polish-Lithuanian commonwealth, and over the years, Gil grew strong just as Tolys feared, only for him to stumble and fall at the end. I like to think Gil is the one of the few capable of making Tolys show his true emotions (most of the time anger/frustration), and Tolys hates that somewhere deep inside of him he cares for Gil and misses the old days when the three (with Feliks) were living together peacefully. Some days, Tolys thinks he's finally grown to tolerate Gil, and other days, Tolys wants to throttle him. There's no middle ground.

LOVE

w/ Alfred: I like the idea of Alfred developing a puppy crush with Gilbert during his Revolution days. It went away as he grew older, but he still thinks Gil is very attractive (and fits a very specific type of people that he is very romantically attracted to).

w/ Arthur: I like the idea of these brother-mother figures in a situationship, depending on what era it is. I think they do relate a lot with each other with their struggles and likes of raising their younger brothers, but they still do clash a lot. Drinking buddies that go wreck neighborhoods until their partners pick them up.

w/ Ludwig: Whether its platonic or romantic, Ludwig is one of the few people that Gilbert cares and puts above himself. I like to think that Gil could've taken the name 'G3rmany' all for himself, but refused to, seeing Ludwig as an extension/legacy of himself, and so he wishes nothing for Ludwig to succeed cause that means he succeeded himself. Also there's also something about Gil being good only to destroy, but has the capacity to nurture through Ludwig that gets me. The angst potential between the two is off the roof, with two brothers separated and reunited after so many years (and might be separated again, permanently this time)

w/ Gabriel (Templar): Phew, where do I even begin? Childhood friends, first love; catholic guilt, pining that will never be realized. Whether it was Gabriel or Gilbert who was in love, they're not allowed to express it to the other, only pining quietly from afar and through brief and small actions. Gabriel's death impacted Gilbert so much that he started thinking about his mortality, his purpose vs. pre-Gabriel death where he was proud of what he does despite the pain that it causes to him and others. Gilbert still sings Gabriel's songs to these day, even if he doesn't really remember the lyrics well.

LIKE

w/ Lili: I like their aesthetic. That's really much about it. Oh, and the idea that Gil has to deal with Lili's very overprotective brother. Who he is very terrified of.

w/ Feliciano and Lovino: I like the idea of canon Gil liking the two Italies 'cause he thinks they're cute. Can't fault him with that.

w/ Brandenburg: I like that in the JP fandom they're known as the "Eagle couple." A union due to political means, I like to think that Bran eventually grew to care for Gil in his own way, even though he can't be close to him, because he must treat Gil as his subordinate and Gil's purpose to his kingdom and his existence is to support him, keep him alive. Same reasons for Gilbert. In the later years, I think their relationship grew tense, because of mutual fears that either party would "absorb" each other -- which turned out to be true, in the end, when Gilbert would eventually eat Bran and have a more stable immortality. But it's in accordance to Bran's will anyway; Bran already grew too weak as a personification, so it is in Gilbert's hands now to continue what they both have started.

OK

w/ Eli: I see the appeal of the ship, but doesn't compel me that much. Though I like the idea of Gil seeing her as the one who got away. I prefer shipping her, Gil, and Roderich in a polycule.

w/ Roderich: I see the appeal of the ship, but doesn't compel me that much. I do like the idea of him and Gil acting as Ludwig's parental figures though. I prefer shipping him, Gil, and Eli in a polycule.

w/ Feliks: I see he appeal of the ship, but doesn't compel me that much. I prefer shipping him, Gil, and Tolys in a polycule.

BROTP/FRIENDS

w/ Francis and Antonio: BTT forever. I like the idea of them being close buds, supporting each other through troubling times. But they don't need to be romantically involved to do that (rather, it's more enjoying to me if they support each other in their own individual romantic endeavors and shennanigans ensue.)

w/ Japan: See them more as best buds type. Gil the extrovert and Kiku the introvert. The idea of them crashing at each other's house when they visit is endearing to me.

[erzherzog-von-edelstein]

Ahhhh Im really bad at picking out prompts but dying for more 19th century ruspru; it's hard to find any that's good and you do it so incredibly well! Maybe "Things you whispered in my ear" but seriously I'll take anything

Prussia was lying on his side reading a letter by the light of a candle. He felt Russia’s breath on the back of his neck, and it was making it hard to focus on the scrawled handwriting.

Russia whispered in his ear, “That is enough for tonight.”

He reached over Prussia’s head and pinched the wick of the candle, plunging the room into darkness, save what moonlight was filtering in through the windows.

Prussia sighed and put the letter on the side table. He replied, “I was not done yet.”

He could not bring himself to truly be mad, not when he felt Russia’s arm wrap around his waist. He did not care about what the letter nearly as much as he cared about being held.

Russia nuzzled his neck and said, “I know. But I do not want to invite Count von Bismarck into my bed.”

Prussia turned towards him and was momentarily captivated by the way that the moonlight played across Russia’s eyes. He had to take a moment before he responded again, “Vanya, you know I have plans that need my attention.”

Russia softly pulled him closer and said, firmly, “I need your attention. I don’t invite you here so that I can watch you read letters to another man.”

He sounded more frustrated that Prussia had anticipated, and it left him at a loss for how to respond. He had promised that he would not cut off contact with Berlin while he was in St. Petersburg. There was far too much moving too quickly for him to be unavailable for even a day.

Prussia brushed a piece of Russia’s hair away from his eyes and then caressed his face, “It sounds so strange when you put it like that. Don’t tell me that you are jealous of the old man of all people. I love you, and I thought I had made that abundantly clear.”

It sounded absurd to say, and he was certain that Russia could not be implying that there was something romantic going on. But he was clearly jealous of the volume of letters.

He saw a shadow pass over Russia’s face, like he was processing some emotion. He finally seemed to decide on saying, “I do not mean it in that way.”

He paused, chewed on his lower lip like he was choosing his words carefully. He finally said, “I love you, Gilbert. But I am not fond of Preussen the politician. He is stealing time from me.”

Prussia sighed. He was not going to deny it entirely. He had been remarkably busy since the plans in the German states started in motion, but he had not thought that anything had fallen by the wayside.

He absent-mindedly touched Russia’s face as he tried to think of what to say. Russia leaned into the touch, like it had been exactly what he wanted when he snuffed the candle.

Prussia had never been eloquent about his feelings, and he had to fight his gut impulse to be a contrarian. But he knew that he owed Russia a response. He felt the way that the other was holding his hip, like he was afraid of him slipping away and he felt like he understood the anxiety.

Prussia said, trying to make what he imagined to be reassuring eye contact, “I made this trip to see you. I know that I have been busy, but I still want to see you. ”

Russia replied with another small sigh, “And why were you late to dinner? What have you been doing all night?”

If not for the uneven light, Prussia would have sworn that he was pouting. He admitted, “I was catching up on my correspondence.”

Russia’s raised eyebrow told him that was the point. And Prussia did understand how it sounded as soon as he said it. Russia sounded annoyed as he said, “I doubt your plans will fall apart if you put the letters away for a night.”

Prussia knew he was right, and that he had perhaps not noticed how much time he had been spending on politics. He conceded, “I’m sorry. I have perhaps been a bit too focused on other things.”

Russia leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead and then planted small kisses down his cheek, saying between them, “I don’t begrudge your success. But I need you too.”

Prussia smiled, “So, no Bismarck in bed?”

Russia confirmed with a brief, “Mmmhmmm” before kissing Prussia on the lips.  

[council-of-beetroot]

You asked for PolPru asks, so here goes:

If they ended up in a relationship in the modern day, who would break the news to Lithuania, and how? Or would they just try to hide it for as long as possible? Would a threesome ever work out, or would Prussia and/or Poland be too jealous? Also, would Hungary approve of PolPru, or would she beat the shit out of Prussia immediately?

What are Poland’s favorite aspects of Prussia’s personality, and what are his least favorites? And vice versa?

From what I’ve seen you headcanon that Poland and Prussia got married during the partitions, and Poland later ended up living with Austria instead (which I love and have incorporated into my own list of headcanons btw), so how did the divorce go? Who initiated it, and why? Did Poland annoy Prussia enough to finally get him to sign the papers? How did Poland get Prussia to agree- did he have to burn down Prussia’s house, or did something else finally change his mind?

Please don’t feel pressured to answer these asks- you can answer as many or as few as you like! Have a great day!

Liet

I feel like they would never shut up about it or would never actually say the words we're in a relationship. They could be getting married and Gil would be like when asked about his relationship with Feliks he'd be like "I fucking hate that bitch"

Threesome

They've definitely had threesomes, it's a fun way to explore power dynamics between the three of them in my opinion. I could see two of them domming the other in any combination which is what I'm here for. Feliks likes the attention so it's fun for him to see gil and liet fight for him. He gets to play damsel in distress and now liet can save him from Gilbert. Feliks likes roleplay and drags these two into with mixed results.

Erzsi

Erszi thinks it's adorable. Also she's a fujoshi so now she has more to work with when it comes to making porn.

Feliks' favourite and least favourite aspects

Gil is unintentionally thoughtful at times, he's the tough love that Feliks needs in a relationship or Feliks will push and push. Feliks finds it annoying but it is what makes it work.

He can be oddly comforting at some points because he is blunt. Which Feliks definitely needs.

He's annoying as fuck

Gil's favourite and least favourite aspects

He's fun to piss off because he always takes the bait. He gets so pissy but half the time he ends up enjoying time with Gil anyway. He's spontaneous and so entertaining and he's so small so it's like watching an angry kitten.

Feliks is bratty (although that's also a positive), emotional, and can be frustrating to deal with and it's hard to make him see reason. He is stubborn as well. He beats him at videogames as well.

Divorce, marriage, and living with austria

I don't have a set timeline so I usually play around with many scenarios although these two scenarios could technically work in the same timeline as I usually have Feliks with Prussia towards the earlier years and I had Feliks with Austria for pesach around the 1880s. There are so many places to Feliks to be partition era it's so fun.

Reading imperialist poetry from Pushkin where it sounds like a scenario where Ivan is beating the shit out of Feliks, the neighbors (rest of Europe) see and question him and he's likw don't mind us we're family and sometimes family means beating the shit out of someone for their misbehaviour. Then Feliks is like wtf we're not family and we never will be.

I'm not kidding this is what Pushkin wrote

Mickiewicz also was like wtf and responded with your capital was paid with the blood of Lithuania

Hmm as for divorce I think Feliks would just leave eventually and they never really end things and it's always up in the air whether or not they are actually married. Feliks pulls out the you married me for political reasons and nothing more so bye lmao.

The marriage thing though I think is really fun because it allows me to write Gil being either a complete ass or surprisingly nice. I do also like keeping liet and Feliks separate during the partitions because it makes sense to me that if you are going to control two former rulers of eastern Europe who worked well as a team for centuries, separate them as they have forgotten what it's like to not have someone who has your back at all times.

[fandom-freak-123]

High school Sweethearts - Part 1 (Aph France x Male Country!Reader)

TW: there will be other languages, but I use google translate so the translations probably won't be perfect, but they will be at the end. Oh btw, You're Spain's brother in this, if you know Hetalia you will know that means you are also related to North and South Italy that's all, Bye!

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Key:

Frances Thoughts

Your Thoughts

___ = Your Name

N/N = Nickname

C/N = Country Name

Francis Bonnefoy = France

Gilbert Beilschmidt = Prussia

Gil = Prussia's Nickname

Gilbird = Gilbert's Pet Bird

Antonio Fernandez Carriedo = Spain

Toni/Tonio = Spain's Nickname

Feliciano Vargas = North Italy

Feli = North Italy's Nickname

Lovino/Romano Vargas = South Italy

Roma = North Italy's Nickname

Ludwig Beilschmidt = Germany

West = Prussia's Nickname for Germany

Roderich Edelstein = Austria

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France POV:

‘That’s odd. . . ___ should be here by now. . . I know he hates school, and most of the time he skips classes- but he always shows up nonetheless. . . so where is he? Maybe he's just late or sick-‘

“Hallo! Earth to flirt? Are you there?” Gil interrupted waving his hand in front of my face pulling me from my thoughts “uh- Oui? Sorry I must've gotten lost in thought” I smiled in response as Toni began to speak

“Mhm, sure anyway have you seen N/N?” My smile dropped as I looked at him “You haven't seen him either?” 'Toni looks so worried. . . God I hate seeing him like this' “No?. . . Not since last night-” ‘I can hear the fear in his voice. . . poor Tonio’ I looked at Gil he had this odd look on his face, it was like a mix of fear, worry and realisation.

“Hold on- didn't you say you could hear him and Lovino fighting last night?” My face dropped as I looked at Spain, he had the same look on his face as Gil now ‘. . .this isn't good'

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Your POV

“What happened to you three?” I asked walking over to the chaos trio

“___! Me asustaste! No vuelvas a desaparecer así de mí otra vez!” Spain yelled hugging me “We were all so worried! Even Gilbird!” Prussia explained as Gilbird flew over sitting on my head “uh- yeah I can tell-“

‘what in all 50 shades of fuck did miss???' “You seem confused Cher” Francis pointed out with a sigh as Spain let go of me stepping back “Well I don't exactly know what's happening-“ I responded looking at them all “well- you were later than normal, and no-one had seen you since your fight with Lovino”

Spain explained as I stared at him with pure confusion “. . . Moving on! Where did you go?”

“My bed, because I slept in” I deadpanned “I told you you should-“ Thankfully Spain was cut off by the bell ‘Thank you god for saving me from being lectured by my big brother' “Any of you have science first?” France could barely finish his sentence before Prussia responded “Hah! As if!”

Spain chuckled “I almost feel sorry for you. Anyway! Have fun, me and N/N have English, so we'll see you at break” Spain stated practically pulling me away “lucky bitch” “Bis später~” They responded walking away as Spain turned to me

“So as I was saying” ‘Please don't lecture me- Please don't lecture me- Please don't lecture me' “You really should set an alarm-“

“My body is my alarm, anyway, Isn't Germany in this class with us?” I asked changing the topic “Uhh Yeah I think so. . . and his brother- the Uhh piano guy” Spain laughed “You mean Roderich?” "I think that's his name”

We continued walking while talking about the youngest two German brothers “To be honest, I think Roderich is intimidating” I went to respond but someone beat me to it “My apologies” We both turned around to see a familiar face “I don't mean to be intimidating” I turned back around rushing to class, leaving my brother to deal with that issue on his own.

-Timeskip bought to you by Italians falling out of trees™️-

I sat down in my seat hearing a voice beside me “I hope you didn't miss me too much~” I looked sideways recognizing the accent “You were gone for an hour. I'm not that desperate” I responded rolling my eyes “yet you message me saying the opposite” France joked “Oi Frog! stop teasing him” I looked over at England “Why thank you kind sir” “But of course” He responded with a smirk.

I looked forwards seeing the teacher walk into the room ‘Welp this is it, hell has officially started'

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After Class / Third Person POV

“Ughh thank god it's finally over” “English is a confusing language” you nodded in agreement with your brother “I'm sure it's not half as confusing as Spanish” you heard England argue from behind you “Not for us!”

“Toni- in his defense we have no right to say that just like he has no right to say English is easier because it's our first language, it would be easier to us just like English is easier to him” England let out a small hum “I suppose you're right” you gave him a smug smile “Obviously I'm right when aren't I?”

Toni chuckled “Oh shut it” England responded rolling his eyes “Be nice black sheep” you heard a familiar French accent say “welp I'm out” Toni stated walking away “I'm going with you” England scoffed following Toni up the stairs towards the Maths rooms “I guess it's just me and you Frenchie” you sighed " . . why must you call me that?” Francis responded “Because I like Greece” you laughed “Fair enough. . . Uhm Cher I have to ask you something" “wassup?” you asked almost immediately “Umm well I wanted to ask if you could meet me at the gates after school” He said looking away

“So just the normal?” “Sort of- I mean just the two of us” He answered looking at me “Ok sounds easy enough” you shrugged still not turning to look at him “So- you have Geography next right?” He asked looking forward “Nope you know we only have one lesson together on Wednesday's” you responded looking at him with a smile

“Oui and what a sad thing that is” you rolled your eyes “Just go to class Frenchie I'II see you after school” “Huh? but what about lunch?” he asked “Lunchtime Isolation and before

you ask the isolation is for cussing a teacher out to her face in Spanish” France looked at you confused “How did you get in trouble for that?” “She was my Spanish teacher”

He chuckled “you really don't know how to stay out of trouble do you?” Gaining a laugh from you “Nope but that's why I bring extra clothes with me every day” He looked at you with pure confusion “I get changed in the bathrooms then I go walk around town for classes I know I’ll get in trouble in or can't be bothered to go to that's why I got detention

yesterday” “Oh- that's actually a decent reason to carry extra clothes” you let out a hum in agreement “they don't normally care as long as I go to at least one lesson and do my detentions and iso's” you laughed “Anyway I'II see you around” he nodded walking into his class as you headed off to go get changed.

That's all for part 1 because I have a love hate relationship with cliff hangers so here also, I will do the requests before a part 2 and as you can tell it takes me ages to write these so have fun waiting.

Translations:

Me asustaste! No vuelvas a desaparecer así de mí otra vez! = You scared me! Don't you ever disappear like that on me again!

Cher = Dear

bis später = See ya later

Oui = Yes

[somehow-a-writer]

Trying {Prussia X Depressed Reader}

Note: This is another one-shot. Translations at the end

I'm not really sure if my words make sense to you

But I can't really find

Any other way to form these feelings into cubes

And sort them in my mind

The negative thoughts go on the left

And the happy things on the right

And there's a little corner saved just for you

Another day of the same old thing, except today (F/N) just groaned as the sun shone through the curtains, not wanting to leave the comfort of the bed. It seemed like today was gonna be one of those days already, just like the rest of the week. You never really knew how to describe how you were feeling nor could you describe why you were feeling like this when you had so many positives in your life. You had a good job, wonderful friends, an awesome boyfriend you lived with, and a lovely family. Yet depression still turned its ugly head towards you. You roll over, laying on your back as you stare at the ceiling growing lost in thought. Pushing what you needed to get done today to one side and all the crappy depressive thoughts to the other, in an attempt to motivate yourself to get it done. There was one thought that couldn't fall to one side or the other, that was Gilbert. He noticed your behavior recently and had grown worried but trusted you when you said it was 'fine.'

Please let me know if you change your mind

'Cause inside I'm falling

And I need you to pull me out of this decline

I realize how hard on you this must seem

But trust me when I say

It's far, far worse for me

Gilbert had gone out this morning to join his brother, Ludwig, in training along with Kiku and Feliciano so he wouldn't be back for a bit still. He had offered a handful of times this week for you to join them to see if it would help but you declined each time. He was always there to help you in whatever way he could but he would often times struggle on what to do when (F/N) fell into a depressive episode. Often times when everything was silent, you would think about his efforts and silently cry, knowing you both wanted things to get better but it was just so damn difficult to even get up in the morning let alone do an activity. You felt terrible knowing he was doing his best just to even make you laugh but it was just so difficult to do even that, often over apologizing for your current state.

Please, please be here for me dear

'Cause I've never needed a friend more

And I can't stress enough

How much it means to me that you're trying

And I don't mind if you can't hold me like you used to

'Cause I've never hated myself more

And this is just a bump in the road and I promise I'm trying

I promise I'm trying

(I promise I'm trying)

(I promise, I promise)

Before you realized it, you had fallen back asleep, hugging the pillow that Gilbert used with a faint smile. A couple of hours had passed by and Gil returned home, taking a quick shower before walking towards the room you both shared in only a towel. Once he saw your sleeping form, he smiled softly and walked over, kissing your temple lightly before getting dried off and dressed. He could tell it was going to be another rough day for you so he carefully slipped into bed beside you, replacing the pillow in your arms with himself. Gilbert called your name, poking your cheek a little as he did. Groaning out at being poked, you rub your eyes and nuzzle into Gilbert's chest which earned a light chuckle from him. "Good afternoon, meine Liebe. How did you sleep?" You mumble incoherently into his chest, hugging him tightly in the process. Gil started rubbing circles on your back as he held you close to him. "It's okay, you're trying your best. That's all that matters, Liebe. This won't last forever and I'll be with you for every bump to support you."

Give me a moment to get my cards in line

'Cause I'm still trying to figure out

In what kind of order should I set 'em out

If there was a way to explain everything without a word

I'd have a full house right now without a doubt

You nod, looking up a bit and placing a peck on his lips. "Thank you… For everything, Gil, I really appreciate your support. Just a few more minutes and I'll get up, promise." Gilbert flashes you a loving smile as he continues rubbing your back. "Alright. Then afterward, jou must get up even if that means I pick jou up and carry jou to the kitchen so jou can eat." You chuckle a little, cupping his cheek. "Whatever you say, sweetie. And I swear I'll try to work on expressing how I'm feeling while like this… I see how much you worry, it's written all over you. Just might take some time." "Go at jour own pace, zhe awesome ich will always wait for jou." He says, leaving butterfly kisses all over your face, earning quiet giggles in return.

I'm trying to tear the wool from your eyes

But a part of me wants to let you be

'Cause then you wouldn't see what I've become

I'm trying to shout but no sound comes out

It's like we're in a dream state

But I should've woken up

Woken up by now

Please, please be here for me dear

'Cause I've never needed a friend more

And I can't stress enough

How much it means to me that you're trying

And I don't mind if you can't hold me like you used to

'Cause I've never hated myself more

And this is just a bump in the road and I promise I'm trying

I promise I'm trying

"Ich liebe dich so sehr, (F/N)."

~Note & Translations~ Meine Liebe - my love Liebe - love Ich - I, me Ich liebe dich so sehr - i love you so much Again, all translations are from google translate, and what bit of German I know thanks to friends

[aroundthecoffeepot]

Hetalia fic recs for Feedback Fest 2025

Here are Hetalia fics I highly recommend! It was difficult to keep it to ten fics and, as you will see, I failed L(° O °L) I've tried to select a good range of style, length and genres, so there's something for everyone ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

The list is in descending order of publication date:

A Singular Affair — Part 1 & Part 2 by original_yazzy (England/Prussia) Single dad Arthur, struggling to raise his eleven-year-olds Matthew and Alfred, meets single dad Gilbert, also raising a young son, Ludwig. AU.

This was the first Hetalia human AU fic I read way back in 2009, and it has gone on to mould in my mind of Arthur being this incredibly multifaceted character. I still recall it most fondly.

The Consolations of Philosophy by orphan_account (France/Russia) So if I was a Russianist I would write a proper study in English on Franco-Russian relations during the Enlightenment, since the currently available ones are atrocious. Since I am not, however, HERE, HAVE PORN. With dancing and philosophers in.

A historical fic that has touched my soul indelibly. I don't think I'll ever forget the electrifying feeling of my first read. An absolutely gorgeous piece *chef's kiss*

The Timbered by sadlygrove (Egypt/Greece/Turkey) The dark voice of the Empire does nothing to detract from the beautiful green eyes, like the sea at dawn in both color and chill. Egypt dives in.

M/M/M 3some pwp with dp and possibly the hottest piece of erotic fanfiction I've ever accidentally stumbled across in the fandom's heyday. When I say I couldn't breathe!

Unwritten Rules by jedishampoo (America/France) France/US. France gives Revolutionary America some lessons in diplomacy. Sexy diplomacy.

Funny, sexy, and sweet - just an all-round fun smutty read!

Only This Moment by archestofenemies (England/France) France/England: Victorian gentleman Arthur winds up in the company of the handsome farmer Francis. Will he be able to keep from throwing himself into those muscular, sun-bronzed arms? No. De-anon from the kink meme, finished.

This is the quintessential FrUK fic for me! I don't know who I love more in this fic, Arthur or Francis - they both deserve each other (complimentary)! A joyful read, 11/10!

Untitled.avi by Delgumo (America/Russia) [no summary]

Okay, fair warning, this fic is not for everyone. I first read it on AFFN, and when I say it had me in a grip...!! It was my first real experience of reading a confessional/"unreliable" narrator-type of fiction that truly shook me like no publication has ever managed to do - and I think this would struggle to be professionally published, it is just so visceral and plain horrifying. Truly a difficult read, one I can't recommend to just anyone, but I couldn't leave it off this list as it has completely changed my entire perspective of what not just fanfiction but simply fiction can evoke in a reader.

No Need for Long Goodbyes by Delgumo (America/Canada, America/England, America/Liechtenstein) The pain from a life filled with sexual and physical abuse festers inside of Alfred, pushing him to lash out at the people he loves the most.

Bruh this fic will have you feeling feelings (and not all good) but damn if it ain't the best piece of longfic I've ever read! It probably says something about me that I can't quite explain, but Arthur is my favourite character in here. I'm sorry uwu

Snatch your happiness from the days to come by Mossy_man (China/Russia) Omegaverse self-indulgent porn in communist uniforms. God save the Tzar.

Post-WWII RoChu fic that yanked me back to the heyday of canontalia, and GOD it's just an absolutely rich and beautiful fic! The imageries are to die for! Love it so, so much <3

acuerdo by southerngothics (Southern Italy/Spain) It’s still new to him; four months is an eternity for humans, perhaps, but perspective has shortened and condensed time into a coiled thing, folding over on itself until the entire stretch of it is thin as parchment. Four months is the blink of an eye. And the fighting has not stopped since he set foot upon that little island kingdom; he hasn’t had time to truly process it all. That Romano is his now. That they are together. That every morning he will wake up and Romano will be here, and that every night Romano will be asleep in this bed. It still seems like the far-fetched dream Pedro had cooked up in hushed tones, away from the menacing glares of el Papa. Spain is convinced, somehow, that if he blinks, reality will throw its punch and he’ll be back in Palermo, crushed under that damned France’s boot. In 1282, King Peter III of Aragon is crowned King of Sicily.

Another gorgeous piece of historical prose and a delightful, if disturbing, character study of Spain. How is it @torontofetish's first ever Hetalia fic in the year of our lord 2024? I need more from them!

My gentleness (is not for you) by Mossy_man (China/Mongolia/Russia) Our sex had always been full of misery. Of Mongolia's bitterness and China's sour resentment. But now when they are free from each other he can use another source of approval.

When I say I spent bloody years trying to capture China and Mongolia's relationship, and the one time I requested it of Moss and they delivered in spades... Biting my knuckle raw in envy at their talent, but also fuck writing I get to simply read this piece of pure perfection aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Bonus:

Holiday fling by Mossy_man (China/Russia) For smuttyandabsurd.

A birthday fic for me, tailored to a personal degree of the author's view of me (apparently?), and a gift I shall cherish all my life ( っ˶´ ˘ `)っ

[proosh]

prufra and its france teaching prussia etiquette or something (how not to be a terrible beast man!)

Bro I’m so fucking sorry this is absolutely not what you asked for but. Here we are anyway.  Set somewhere in the late 1710s-early 1720s. 

Pairing: FraPru/PruFra Prompt: Etiquette/how not to be a terrible beast man (objective failed) Rating: G? I think?? Length: ~360 words (excl. footnotes lol lmao) Content Warnings: mildly questionable power dynamics, excessive historical footnotes

“I want you to be on your best behaviour,” François was instructing while he brushed the rouge1 against Gilbert’s lips. He’d insisted on not leaving him to the attentions of a servant and had him trapped in the toilette2 like a mouse in a lion’s den, held fast by the long fingers keeping his jaw still.

“I understand that your court is quite unlike that of Versailles3, but you must not embarrass yourself. Or myself, heaven forbid,” he continued, and Gilbert wasn’t going to interrupt him when François was leaning so close he could smell his musky perfume, the type that was all the rage. He could almost count François’ eyelashes, this close.

“...But you’re going to be a good boy for me, aren’t you?”

François must have caught him staring, he sat back and was looking at Gilbert with an analytical eye: He’d been powdered and pomaded – with François commenting about how it was a crime to keep hair of such length and thickness trapped a queue4 all the time – and then made up like a proper gentleman of the French court.

He felt altogether silly beyond words being dolled up and being told to mind his courtesies, but.

At the same time as all that, François was giving him a feline smile of approval and it… He wasn’t sure he had the words in any of the languages he knew to exactly quantify the way his belly did a flip.

Gilbert was hyperaware of the way François had just been holding his jaw and holding him still while brushing the rouge to paint his lips. Some part of him must have been mad because he couldn’t stop himself from darting his tongue out to lick and to taste and–

François’ cry of alarm made him cackle victoriously but the hands back at his chin were a reward, let alone the thumb trying to save the poor smudged rouge.

From there it was simply all too easy to be anything but a ‘good boy’, grinning and nipping at his fingers: if he were going to embarrass himself with all this primping and pampering he might as well embarrass them both.

Footnotes:

1: “Rouge” (as opposed to ‘rogue’) was your all-purpose blush and lipstick worn over white powder, both of which were commonly made from some… Really not fantastic ingredients. Both genders wore makeup, especially at the court of Versailles. 

2: A dressing room, basically.

3: King Frederick William I (the “Soldier King” and Fritz’ father) was infamously incredibly austere and focused on practical, wholesome, soldier-y things. Everything that a 1700s European court was not.

4: Borrowed from China, the ‘queue’ was a long braid tied back with ribbon and was made mandatory for Prussian soldiers by FW1 (and was common amongst other European armies as well). In the early 1700s the popular fashion of noble men tended to involve a whole lot of poofy curls, be they natural or wigs. Around this time ‘bags’ were probably coming into use to tie back long hair into a cute little silk bag – this is what I’m personally imagining Fran wearing.

[mephistosfaust]

One Word Prompts: Loyalty | 1924 | Germany + Prussia

A/N: Weimar Republic has narrowly weathered three major crises: the hyperinflation of 1923, Hitler’s failed Beer Hall Putsch, and the French occupation of the Ruhr. Though Germany remains a fragile and deeply divided democracy, it’s still standing—for now. Beneath the surface, however, old power structures persist. The military, still shaped by Prussian traditions and led by remnants of the Imperial General Staff, operates with alarming independence—forming a state within a state. As political extremes take root across the spectrum, the question looms: who truly governs Germany—its elected officials, or its generals in the shadows?

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The report is heavy in my hand. Dozens of pages. Testimonies, transcripts, intelligence clippings—classified material, some of it still warm from the typewriter. I’ve read it twice already, and yet the words still boil under my skin like acid.

The Beer Hall Putsch—on paper, another footnote in our republic’s rocky infancy. A failed coup among many, a drunken nationalist theater piece that flared and fizzled in Munich. Easily dismissed. Easily shelved. Just one of many attempted coups, one more declaration of a new order.

But it’s not the failure that matters. It’s the preparation, the rot beneath the surface—the things done in silence before the shouting began, and the silence that followed after the shouting stopped. That’s what unsettles me. That’s what makes this one so different, casting a shadow deep onto the very framework of my new republic.

I find Gilbert where I always do when he doesn’t want to be found these days—hunched over his desk in the Herrenhaus, seat of the Prussian State Council. The walls plastered with maps that haven’t been updated since 1918. The eastern borders remain suspiciously untouched, his old Prussian provinces still sketched in as if Poland were a temporary inconvenience rather than a sovereign fact.

“Busy redrawing borders again?” I ask, slamming the door behind me hard enough for the latch to echo.

His pen stills. He doesn’t turn to look at me, but his jaw flexes.

“You read the report.” Not a question.

“I did.” My voice is too cold to be mistaken for polite.

He finally meets my eyes. There’s the same sharp glint I remember from my youth, the one that used to terrify me into obedience for decades. But I’m not a boy anymore. And this is not the old Reich.

“There were off-the-books weapons, training camps in secret, entire units still loyal to men like Ludendorff,” I say, flipping open the file and tossing it on the table. “The so-called Black Reichswehr. A military organization operating from the shadows of the army. And they knew. Von Seeckt knew.” I let the final word hang in the air, heavy with meaning. He knew. And if von Seeckt, as Chief of the Army Command, backed this paramilitary force—then so did Gilbert.

He leans forward slowly, forearms on the desk, fingers interlaced with deliberate calm. His knuckles are pale. In his stare I see the iron skeleton of the Reich that once was.

“Seeckt saved the army from the gutter,” Gilbert says quietly. “From your republic. From Bolsheviks. From amateurs.”

“And what about democracy?” I snap, stepping closer, planting both palms against the mahogany desk with a heavy thud. “What about fucking constitutional authority?”

He scoffs. Doesn’t even flinch. “Spare me the parliamentarian lecture. The Reichswehr does not intervene in politics, but it stands ready to strike at any moment in any direction,” he quotes von Seeckt like scripture, slow and reverent. “That is the oath that holds this nation together. Not your fragile coalitions.”

“They answer to me!” I shout, my breath hot with fury. “I am Germany. Not some ghost in a pickelhaube. Not some monarchists licking their wounds in the dark. And certainly not some generals scheming in back-rooms. Me.”

He rises in one swift, fluid motion, his hand flying toward me—ready to strike. I catch his wrist mid-air, my grip hard and unrelenting. “Don’t you dare scold me like I’m still a child,” I hiss through clenched teeth, dragging him closer, forehead nearly pressed to his.

“But you are still a child,” he spits back. “Still desperate to be loved, to be validated and accepted. By France. By Britain. By the League. And now by some American boy with a checkbook and a savior complex. But they don’t want a strong Germany. They want a broken one. One that signs whatever is handed to him.”

Gilbert tears his wrist free and steps back, breathing hard. He runs a hand through his silvering hair, trying to regain composure, but the strands fall back in disarray. Just like the man they belong to—once fearsome, now fraying at the edges.

“You think the Treaty of Versailles justifies building a second army in secret? Undermining our own government?” I ask, and somehow the question sounded more genuine than intended.

He points at the window—eastward, always east. “I lost West Prussia. Poznań. The corridor. And while you stripped down naked, starving yourself close to death, they were marching into the Ruhr. French troops. On German soil.” He spits on the floor for emphasis.

“Because I couldn’t pay them,” I say, quieter now, but firm.

His fist slams against the desk. “No!” he roars. “Because they want us dead!”

His voice echoes against the walls, filling every corner. I’ve heard that tone before—in 1914, in 1918, in the war rooms and on the parade grounds. But now it sounds hollow. Not because it lacks conviction, but because it no longer commands unquestioned truth. Yes, no matter how hard I try, no matter how much I humble myself by fully accepting the humiliation of the war guilt clause, it’s not enough—not for them, not for Francis. But it has never been enough for him either. No matter how straight I stood, how low I bowed, or how much blood stained my hands—it has never been enough.

“This isn’t about Versailles,” I say more quietly. “It’s about who decides Germany’s future. Who leads it.”

He doesn’t answer. So I press. “Von Seeckt called Hitler’s putsch ‘pathetic’, but did nothing to punish the officers who sympathized. The army let Hitler walk. But they executed rebels in the Ruhr uprising for less. You think that’s loyalty to the nation?”

He narrows his eyes. “It’s loyalty to order.”

“No,” I say, with finality. “It’s loyalty to you. And to everything Prussia stood for.”

He flinches. Just a little. But it’s enough.

I soften—not out of mercy, but out of something more dangerous: understanding. I know what it means to live in the wreckage of one’s own greatness. I clung to it for almost a thousand years, believing that one day a king would come and lead me toward a future where I could be whole .And somehow that king eventually came. But not in the way I had envisioned it as I laid next to old Barbarossa, searching for comfort in his eternal sleep.

“I’m not trying to erase you,” I say. “But you have to let me become more than you.”

He doesn’t reply. Only turns back toward the window, toward the east, toward memory.

And I realize this is the truest thing about Gilbert: he’ll never love this republic. But perhaps, if I keep trying, he might stop trying to kill it.

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[aroundthecoffeepot]

Here are Hetalia fics I highly recommend! It was difficult to keep it to ten fics and, as you will see, I failed L(° O °L) I've tried to select a good range of style, length and genres, so there's something for everyone ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

The list is in descending order of publication date:

A Singular Affair — Part 1 & Part 2 by original_yazzy (England/Prussia) Single dad Arthur, struggling to raise his eleven-year-olds Matthew and Alfred, meets single dad Gilbert, also raising a young son, Ludwig. AU.

This was the first Hetalia human AU fic I read way back in 2009, and it has gone on to mould in my mind of Arthur being this incredibly multifaceted character. I still recall it most fondly.

The Consolations of Philosophy by orphan_account (France/Russia) So if I was a Russianist I would write a proper study in English on Franco-Russian relations during the Enlightenment, since the currently available ones are atrocious. Since I am not, however, HERE, HAVE PORN. With dancing and philosophers in.

A historical fic that has touched my soul indelibly. I don't think I'll ever forget the electrifying feeling of my first read. An absolutely gorgeous piece *chef's kiss*

The Timbered by sadlygrove (Egypt/Greece/Turkey) The dark voice of the Empire does nothing to detract from the beautiful green eyes, like the sea at dawn in both color and chill. Egypt dives in.

M/M/M 3some pwp with dp and possibly the hottest piece of erotic fanfiction I've ever accidentally stumbled across in the fandom's heyday. When I say I couldn't breathe!

Unwritten Rules by jedishampoo (America/France) France/US. France gives Revolutionary America some lessons in diplomacy. Sexy diplomacy.

Funny, sexy, and sweet - just an all-round fun smutty read!

Only This Moment by archestofenemies (England/France) France/England: Victorian gentleman Arthur winds up in the company of the handsome farmer Francis. Will he be able to keep from throwing himself into those muscular, sun-bronzed arms? No. De-anon from the kink meme, finished.

This is the quintessential FrUK fic for me! I don't know who I love more in this fic, Arthur or Francis - they both deserve each other (complimentary)! A joyful read, 11/10!

Untitled.avi by Delgumo (America/Russia) [no summary]

Okay, fair warning, this fic is NOT for everyone. I first read it on AFFN, and when I say it had me in a grip...!! It was my first real experience of reading a confessional/"unreliable" narrator-type of fiction that truly shook me like no publication has ever managed to do - and I think this would struggle to be professionally published, it is just so visceral and plain horrifying. Truly a difficult read, one I can't recommend to just anyone, but I couldn't leave it off this list as it has completely changed my entire perspective of what not just fanfiction but simply fiction can evoke in a reader.

No Need for Long Goodbyes by Delgumo (America/Canada, America/England, America/Liechtenstein) The pain from a life filled with sexual and physical abuse festers inside of Alfred, pushing him to lash out at the people he loves the most.

Bruh this fic will have you feeling feelings (and not all good) but damn if it ain't the best piece of longfic I've ever read! It probably says something about me that I can't quite explain, but Arthur is my favourite character in here. I'm sorry uwu

Snatch your happiness from the days to come by Mossy_man (China/Russia) Omegaverse self-indulgent porn in communist uniforms. God save the Tzar.

Post-WWII RoChu fic that yanked me back to the heyday of canontalia, and GOD it's just an absolutely rich and beautiful fic! The imageries are to die for! Love it so, so much <3

acuerdo by southerngothics (Southern Italy/Spain) It’s still new to him; four months is an eternity for humans, perhaps, but perspective has shortened and condensed time into a coiled thing, folding over on itself until the entire stretch of it is thin as parchment. Four months is the blink of an eye. And the fighting has not stopped since he set foot upon that little island kingdom; he hasn’t had time to truly process it all. That Romano is his now. That they are together. That every morning he will wake up and Romano will be here, and that every night Romano will be asleep in this bed. It still seems like the far-fetched dream Pedro had cooked up in hushed tones, away from the menacing glares of el Papa. Spain is convinced, somehow, that if he blinks, reality will throw its punch and he’ll be back in Palermo, crushed under that damned France’s boot. In 1282, King Peter III of Aragon is crowned King of Sicily.

Another gorgeous piece of historical prose and a delightful, if disturbing, character study of Spain. How is it @torontofetish's first ever Hetalia fic in the year of our lord 2024? I need more from them!

My gentleness (is not for you) by Mossy_man (China/Mongolia/Russia) Our sex had always been full of misery. Of Mongolia's bitterness and China's sour resentment. But now when they are free from each other he can use another source of approval.

When I say I spent bloody years trying to capture China and Mongolia's relationship, and the one time I requested it of Moss and they delivered in spades... Biting my knuckle raw in envy at their talent, but also fuck writing I get to simply read this piece of pure perfection aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Bonus:

Holiday fling by Mossy_man (China/Russia) For smuttyandabsurd.

A birthday fic for me, tailored to a personal degree of the author's view of me (apparently?), and a gift I shall cherish all my life ( っ˶´ ˘ `)っ

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