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so I realised when I looked at the actual hetalia page on ao3 today that I don’t have basically any interest in what about 95% of the fandom is up to or into….

thinking about it for another ten seconds though I realised that probably 95% of the fandom don’t have any interest in say 95% of content either!  because it’s just such a big sprawling thing of a fandom that functions a lot of the time as little silos like here on tumblr annnnnd that’s absolutely fine really.

and while I may not have any interest in your spa mano soulmates dystopian highschool amnesiac coffee shop AU where one of them is also a pirate ….. I’m totally behind your right to create and consume that stuff to your heart’s content.  I’ll just be over here in my vaguely historical but probably nothing too serious nyo lietpol coming to understand each other better vignettes where one of them plays the piano….  *waves*

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To King Alfred the Great, of Long Ago (usuk)

Unflipped req fill!  Historical head canon from 虫圭~

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AU ideas!

➸ gets into a cab only to find someone else already inside AU ➸ out walking their dog who starts chasing after the other person’s dog AU ➸ cat/dog runs away and other person finds it AU ➸ mistaken identity AU ➸ pen pals AU ➸ sit next to each other in orchestra AU ➸ partners in (literal) crime AU (theft? fraud? hacking? murder?) ➸ partners in dance class AU ➸ trapped on a deserted island together AU ➸ wizard AU where one accidentally apparates into the wrong house ➸ protester and police officer AU ➸ lab partners AU ➸ new neighbors AU ➸ one’s blind and falls in love with the other’s voice AU ➸ hair stylist/make up artist and actor/model AU ➸ bffs when they were little but one moved away and they run into each other again AU ➸ mailman(/woman) and person who receives a lot of mail AU ➸ private detective and client AU ➸ archaeologist AU ➸ paramedic AU ➸ runaway royalty and confused commoner AU ➸ android and human AU ➸ ghosts in love AU ➸ go to the same support group AU ➸ just keep running into each other everywhere AU ➸ orchestra player/pianist and concertgoer AU ➸ younger siblings are best friends AU ➸ photographer and model AU ➸ writer and editor AU ➸ immortal and non-immortal AU ➸ screenwriter and director AU ➸ greek god and roman counterpart AU ➸ ALL OF THE AUS

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AUs! Bffs when they were little but moved away and meet each other again!USUK! Thank you!

“No way! Arthur? That you?”

Arthur turned to face the loud, cheery voice, coming face to face with a tall, broad man wearing a bright grin. He didn’t recognize him right away, and his puzzled expression must have been obvious because the man introduced himself.

“Arthur, it’s me! Alfred! Jones, I mean!” He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “How long has it been? Ten years?” He asked, shoving his hands in his hoodie pockets.

Arthur blinked, his cheeks flushing as his memories came flooding back. “Oh- Alfred, yes, um, twelve actually. I’m just here on a holiday, I wanted to stop by my childhood home-” He pointed, turning back to look at the now overgrown and abandoned house. He sighed.

“I don’t know what I wanted. I feel like I’d be jealous of any new family that was here, but..I didn’t want it to be so run down..” Arthur clucked his tongue, shaking his head at the state of his old home. He’d lived there from ages two to twelve, and considered the old Victorian style home his own.

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Son Sourrire d’Or

General Information :

Title : Son Sourrire d’Or

Pairing : America / England ( UsUk )

Rating : SFW-T

Genre : Romance / Comfort

Status : In Progress / Complete

Summary : Swapped / Human AU. When everything’s supposed to heed to winter’s frozen whims- Apparently all it takes, is a sweet drop of love to usher in the warm spring of their feelings.

Author’s Note : This is supposed to be just a small drabble like its successors, but it became long and voila! We have a fanfic! Okay, apparently you can see that this is about Christmas- I have two explanations. One, I completely forgot I stored this in my drafts. I was going to post it during the holidays, but it got out of my mind :’) Second, I just wanted to write some generic, fluffy UsUk; I was in the mood, okay XD. French title? I was feeling like it! Adds to the classiness- ( LOL XD even though Francis doesn’t even concern here ) Anyways, hope you enjoy! Happy reading!

"C'mon now, Alfie! I haven't really seen you smile in such a long time!" 

Long time. Really, what to expect of Arthur, a master of hyperbole. Said long time could've just been.. Minutes. Hours. Days. Weeks; it goes on and on. 

Inside a quaint fireplace condoned of brick, the absolute crackling of flames was evident. Though generous, as it was intercepting its brightness and warmth, raging on outside was the sultry chill of the winter night that proved itself relentless, snow and sleet and frozen liquid raged outside the glass panes covered in frost and ice. A reminder of the harsh beauty of nature's complexities. Her qualities which often stands in the line of juxtaposition, as if it were something short of a sentient, personified being of bipolar proportions. Today was not even the harshest, as said by the weather forecaster earlier in the morning's news.

Arthur was met with a long pause. The sound of silence filled the room, except for the noises that was evoked outside, due to the merciless climate that enveloped the area in its whim. It's almost deafening, especially to Arthur- who himself, can't really stand quiet that much. "Hey, Alfie, I'd really love it if you'd smile.. even for me? I bet you look really stunning with it!" Said Arthur, exclaiming that last sentence with a higher degree of enthusiasm that he can muster, albeit it was calmer than his usual outbursts. 

Alfred, however, wasn't phased. He was seated in a different position, thus giving his back a full, frontal view of Arthur. An air of stiff nonchalance began to infuse within this atmosphere, within the radii of the both of them. 

And it was enough to dissipate Arthur's once cheerful mood. The silent chill was enough.. This wasn't even part of Arthur's aesthetic, at all. His features lost vigor, his composure began to slow down and his emotions, was at the brink of refrigeration. All of this happened, as he hung his head down in utter disappointment. "Alfred.. I'm not kidding. I really wanna see your smile, even only a little while.. You just seem kinda grumpy all the time, and.. I can't help but feel that you're not happy." This is where Arthur gets a bit sentimental. A wave of saddening guilt and unusual despair washes over him, and it was enough for him to twist his usual bright smile into a gloomy frown, "You're grumpy most of the time.. and we're together most of the time. Does that mean.. that you don't want to be around me? Do I really irritate you like that? Is there something wrong with me..? I-I don't-" As he recited the perilous thoughts that conjured in his mind, he brought his knees closer to his chest, his eyes glinted with the reddish light, due to the tears that were now present in his eyes, waiting to burst forth in freedom. He's usually nonchalant about things, but it seems this specific one managed to pique his interest, and catch his attention in detail. 

What he didn't notice, though, was that Alfred was now facing him, a bit closer in distance than before. The gears inside Alfred's mind began to turn in realization, and he mentally sighed, preparing himself for the endeavor that he was about to take. 

"-If it's my eyebrows, or my loud voice, or my brash attitude.. I- I'm willing to improve something-! Heck, maybe even everything about me! I can try.. And be more like you.. Be a decent person..  Be more quieter.. Be perfe-" Arthur felt a hand grasp his chin, and started to guide it upwards in a slow manner. 

And there, as his eyes fixated on the change of view, he found himself looking at Alfred... An Alfred, who was smiling ever so sweetly back at Arthur. At that moment, he swore he felt his heart flutter with reinvigorating energy inside his rib-cage. He felt his cheeks heat up in a frenzy. He felt the dopamine rushing through his bloodstream in that very moment. Arthur stared into his eyes, as Alfred did so willing reciprocated. The American found himself entranced by the Brit's captivating smile. Stunning was an understatement. Alfred was a really gorgeous man, and his smile was the icing of the cake. He pondered about it so much, not realizing that they started gravitating towards each other, while staring at the other with piercing emotion. 

Until a final tug sealed the distance between them, and their lips crashed, with Arthur felt Alfred's soft lips making contact with his own. The moment felt so magical for them both, like the imaginary pulses- Little jolts of electricity that seemed to travel on both their bodies, using their connected lips as a conductor for it. After a few minutes of this chaste, yet very sensory kiss, Alfred broke away from Arthur, catching his breath with his chest rising and falling. Though it wasn't really because of exhaustion. It was from the surge that they both felt while this intimate gesture lasted. 

Alfred moved his hand from Arthur's chin, and cupped his left cheek tenderly. "No, that's terrible. And idiotic. Please don't.." He spoke in a soft tone, his features all rid of his usual furrowed expression that they have. "I swear, I'm just like this all the time.. None of this concerns you, Arthur. Sure, you might get on my nerves every now and then, but I really overlook them, you see? I love you, Arthur. I could never hate you.." His left thumb moved accordingly, wiping the unfortunate tears that were shed, and slid far too close to its vicinity. Shuffling a bit, he moved his arms a bit, before wiping them with his sleeve. 

After which, he looked at Alfred with a wistful, yet contented smile, "T-Thanks for reassuring me.. Was kinda doubting everything back there- So sorry. And, damn.. You know, you're really gorgeous when you smile." Grinning sheepishly, he didn't wait for the other words to come out. It was all he needed to convey for now.

On cue, he lunged himself right into Alfred, his head landing onto his chest, as he nuzzled against him affectionately, "You can smile whenever you want to, though.." 

"I can only smile for you, love.." This was followed by a gentle kiss on the forehead, and an Arthur that was blushing madly.

Arthur sighed contentedly, his bright smile returning in its original place. Alfred looked at the window panel outside. It reflected of different lines and wavelengths. It was quite beautiful and engaging to the human eye. "..’Love you, Alfred." He melted sweetly into his embrace, as Arthur rested his head in the crook of the other's neck, and intertwined his fingers with Alfred's. In an act of mutual feel, he tightened his arms around him, and snuggled his jaw on top of the other's head, "I love you too, Arthur." 

At least, this year's winter.. won't feel that much cold, anymore. Love is a burning flame that grows stronger with two hearts in the synchronicity of agape.

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Concerto Alfredo

General Information:

Title : Concerto Alfredo 

Chapter : 1 / ?

Pairing : America / England ( UsUk )

Rating : SFW - T

Genre : Romance / Friendship

Status : In Progress / Complete

Summary : Human AU! To fall in love with the symphony of your soul, is what I believe to be the most beautifully tragic thing created by circumstance. 

Author’s Note : Hey, guys! Drey here, and I’m back with another fic- This time, it’s a multi-chapter one! :0 I will try and update every Fridays, too. This fic focuses on the cultural side of UsUk; per se, topics relating to music, art and such. I really just have a penchant for those things, they give me quite the inspiration. :3 I do hope you’d enjoy this one, Happy reading!

Echoes of surreal friendships and ethereal cheer,

In manners deemed fit for us in youth.

Shall I ever take heed of future hardships?

For I know, his dulcet tune won't ever cease,

Chords of golden fettle, of porcelain, and strands of honey-dipped length,

Upbeat and lively, I long for his matchless verve,

Vivid as the ocean's blue, his harmony overflowing from my own.

Soon, I will reveal the magnificent melody of my soul.

White window panels were opened, evincing the rush of innocent adventure. Standing on a stool, his juvenile expression was wistful, his smile was ever-changing and adaptable. With lithe hands, young legs and a youthful frame, the stars received their usual and fixated gratification. He gazed up on the wondrous sky of an English night, for such a sight was not endowed well upon their people. The earthly and gloomy climate of clouds was a damper on the starry sky of inspiration. A sigh escaped from his parted lips, his cheeks turning red with flush upon the arrival of the gelid winds. A feeling of entrancement spread over his face. The minutes rolled by, with no hope of excitement or energy. No sound, no tune, and no melodies were in his audible grasp. Chime.. Then he heard it. It was a chime. Dull and monotonous, he can infer. Connections were made; It seems to reverberate exclusively, staying at the back of his head. Arthur inhaled slowly. The repetitious theme wasn’t going anywhere, he reckoned in his mind. But, it kept going on, urging forth. It continued. The monotonous sound enraptured anticipation. It puzzled him endlessly; as to why this thought presented itself in the echelons of his mind. Bizarre and uneventful, it wasn’t until Arthur began to feel a twinge of fear. The dark room, and the grey-scale sound, combined in an illusion of horror, which was only magnified by the growing fear that Arthur was inviting into his mind’s thoughts.

Though, as the moments went by, Arthur found it swell in volume and in melody. Notes multiplied, and divided themselves. The dull and dreary environment burst forth, in an ensemble of a rainbow. The vivacity of colors burst into Arthur’s view, as the symphony approached complexity. As almost instant, the spell of fear dissipated in his mind, leaving only feelings of cheer and merry. No longer was it just an annoying, grey clang. A fantastic collection of sharps, balanced by numerous flats. A vast array of enlightened syllables forming the solfège system dotted the movement. He closed his eyes, and focused on the dolce mechanisms that surrounded the piece. It reminded him of the countless number of confectioneries and sweets shops back in London’s core. It deemed sweet, upbeat, and lively, something that greatly mirrored his own. As the notes danced, and the sounds flitted and exploded into a multitude of colours in his imaginative plane, Arthur found himself facing a view like none other. It filled his heart with happiness and wonder. Eyes darting back and forth into an awe-inspiring white canvas that was filled with euphonious lyrical tunes. Such as, it was strangely reminiscent of the legendary Orpheus’ own musical magnitude. Nothing ever compared to this mirthful experience, Arthur thought. It was definitely one of a kind. Working wonders, it became a pivotal moment for Arthur in musical enlightenment. And, strangely, of an unconventional friendship.

As that’s where he saw him.. A boy was right in front of him. Another one of his kind. A casing rotation of colours and notes filled his senses. Time betrayed their perception, as minutes felt like hours. Arthur felt himself waiting, his sight glued to the cocoon of whirling melodies present before him. At last, one move was enough to perpetuate his dazzling hopes. As the other conveyed motion, Arthur paused in amusement, looking at him, from head down to toe. Same in stature, in youth, and in age. The basics cited, though differences are a staple in this plane’s existence. Contrasting his own, he pointed them out in his head. Having been endowed with eyes as blue as the expanse of the sun-lit firmament, strands of hair that were comparable of the royal’s gossamer golden silk, it was those criterion whom Arthur recognised almost instantly. A look of incredulity spread through his face, as he managed to reach his hand out to him. The boy casted his view towards Arthur, looking as astonished as he is. Though, it didn’t take long enough, for him to render the most amusing smile that young Arthur has ever seen in his entire youth. It was one that even paralleled his own. So distinctively soft, and sweet.. Like the rare scene gourmet chocolate in one of London’s finest confectionaries.

Arthur found himself charmed at the boy in front of him, and so he stepped forward in awe and in curiosity. With each step, he released a whole new variety of sound that caught Arthur’s heart. As the distance didn’t linger for long, a gratifying rondeau of thorough and pleasant harmonies filled his ears, causing him to twirl around in a frantic, but gleeful daze. Sighing softly, he uttered a mellifluous giggle, his chest rapidly rising and falling as his disposition turned nonchalant of caution. It seems that the situation intoxicated him as a feeling of nausea and overwhelming glee, that turned down logic and reason, and caused him to drown all rational perception in the spur of the sweetest moment. It can’t be helped, as he was subject to the often whimsical events that conspire against his childish innocence, rendering him unable to function cognitively. The air wafted around him, leading to the notion of him slowly falling from the overbearing senses that wafts wildly around him. The sweetest and most harmonious chaos, if some outside force would stop in this trance and inquire him about the matter. It didn’t last long, though. A hand grabbed his own, effectively defying gravity’s relay and effect. In a tug of an upward motion, Arthur’s whole body lunged forward, ending the scene with a seemingly flushed Arthur, standing hand in hand with the mysterious, golden-glimpsed boy in front of him. That smile again -as radiant as the sun, as wide as the skies above-; and deep cerulean eyes conveying all thought of amusement and lucid warmth, met with the befuddled and reverential expression on Arthur’s young features.

Eventually, the boy spoke with new found fervour. Arthur marveled at this distinct entree. His speech was not only different in intonation,  but also in accent, far from the one he grew accustomed to. It was that every word was accompanied with a distinct tone, that made his words fixate on alluring, for such a young boy that he is. It sent waves of unblemished curiosity and idle admiration through Arthur’s mind, and his countenance. "Hey, you really like my sounds! Are you alright?" He asked.

Arthur felt endearingly lost in the sea of magical tones. Enough of it for him to actually feel that he couldn't bear it for longer. Too much of anything. It seems modesty is the best policy, at this time. His minor body felt the pang of exhaustion and overdrive. His senses couldn’t take it anymore. Though, he replied back, trailing his polite upbringing, his lips curled into an admiring smile, “I am, don’t worry- It sounds really good too..” At this particular moment, all seemed to wash down the drain. The colours faded into darkness, as his eyes involuntarily closed, and he lost all consciousness. The boy started to slowly fade from his obscuring view. All he could remember was the way the other started to panic, his face twisting into a look of concern, and with worry staining his honeyed voice. A sight he couldn’t hold much to grasp fully, as he sank down to the cold, wooden floor previously beneath his form.

"Hey- Hey! Answer me, are you alright..?!-"  It didn’t get through. He could’ve tried more, but, it was too late. The notes and the omnipresent exhaustion made Arthur fall into a short yet deep slumber. A state of shutting down for his fragile body.

Minutes turned into an hour, as he started to regain his composure. The light of the bright moon above shone down on his face, strategically placed in the line of the lesser light. Showcasing the illumination of his features with a soft complexion. Maintaining a straight gaze was hard, but he managed to secure it with few lucky tries. He noticed his heart was beating fast, his ears and cheeks were hot and flushed, his palms were sweating in the dead chill of night, and he.. He still felt the sweet ensemble of sounds he heard before. It was surreal.. Was it a dream? He didn’t know. His memory was a bit hazy, though one memory stuck out from all the others in a perfectly discreet and obnoxious way.

The boy present inside his.. dream? A premonition, perhaps? Maybe a vision? He couldn’t fully wrap his head to explain the phenomenon that just happened. What he felt comfortable thinking about, though, was the boy himself. With qualities that he didn’t find in anyone he’d previously met before. Who was he..? Answers were not present, and he furrowed his eyebrows in an irritable, child-like fit. It was like that time when Mum didn’t agree to buy him the sweets he so asked for. Arthur felt delirious, so he ignored all moment of thought. He sat still, as silence invaded his room again. A clock was hanging precariously above his bedroom door, jeopardizing the undisturbed silence with the lowly sound of ‘tick-tock’, as it repeated in a uniform manner throughout.

A monotonous sound.. A dull tune like the one he heard before. It rang repeatedly, suggesting emphasis. Tick tock, tick tock..

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“The moment I saw you all I wanted to do was make you smile.”

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Sankt’s Tantsevat’

General Information:

Title : Sankt’s Tantsevat’

Pairing : America / Russia ( RusAme )

Rating : SFW-T

Genre : Friendship / General

Status : In Progress / Complete

Summary : “Being whisked away to the ‘Venice of The North’.. Why can’t we just wander- and somehow thaw ourselves out halfway?”

Author’s Note : It was a ‘spur of the moment’ kinda thing! What do you call them again... Oh, one-shots, that’s it! I had fun, yes- but, being new, I had some problems posting this on FF.net ( God, I sound like some old person using a computer haha ) And, I think I made them a little OOC? I guess?? Anyways, everyone- I hope y’all have  a splendid and merry Christmas! Happy reading!

A beautiful, yet chilly atmosphere reflected on the status of that lone Friday night. Sounding throughout, the tranquil carols of birds, occasionally flying in and out of sight, as they danced, like children, in the frost-laden air. Amidst them, was the grand imperial city of St. Petersburg, which gleamed, through the faint light of the moon, European buildings decorated eloquently with intertwining ribbons of frost and snow. But, even so, this northern boulevard radiated of light and warmth, with people walking its winding ways, and its radiating boulevards and avenues consisted of cars and other automobiles. Society bustled, and although it wasn’t as fueled like in Moscow, this place was no exception. Remnants of being the capital, its prestigious institutions, and history made this place beam of pride and joy. It was one of Russia’s greatest treasures.

Speaking of which, while walking through the streets, Russia felt like a torch of brimstone ignited inside of him, and it was beginning to feel like he was seething with an unnamed pride, and joy, and it made him both giddy, and nostalgic. As evident in his composure, and in the radiant expression that is present in his features.

Though accompanying him, at that time, was none other than America, who was then paired with him. Their objective, was to find out, if ever it’d be permitted, that St. Petersburg be classified as a European Capital of Culture, if ever the poor city can be considered one. America actually had read some information about it, and it boggled his mind up to no end. ‘This is the price for mingling with them Europeans’, he thought. But, it was, as if he’d just encountered such anomaly. It’s been present ever since he started this whole ‘country’ business.

Casually walking through the smaller streets, they arrive at the city’s main thoroughfare, Nevsky Prospekt. Radial and colorful lights dot the scene of this splendid avenue, and is wearing its festive mask, along with its otherwise, holiday get-up. It can be seen in the shop windows, whose main attractions, or merchandise, come in the theme of Christmas. Boxes of chocolate and confectioneries, little wooden sculptures, and trinkets hailing from distant parts of the country. But, of course, the modern wouldn’t be really left out- like apparel, electronic gadgets, and other memorabilia. To take advantage of this, they didn’t compromise, at all. They ate. They shopped. They took pictures. They have had a really grand time. Afterwards, in taking all of this, they strode along the illuminated walkway, - in which they seemed joyous, merry, and content - carefully enjoying the warmth that they need to share, and it continued until America came to a halt, on an elaborately decorated waterfront, near where the river ends, to which the blonde proceeded to gaze out into the chilly waters below.

Russia, having overstepped a little, went back to where the other was standing, and, from there on, wore a look of confusion, “Amerika..? Is something wrong?”

America, whose position was slanted to the side, didn’t even turn back, “..Hey, Russia.. I really don’t know if I’ll ever get another shot at this.. But, I really had fun. St. Petersburg was great and all.. Oh- and Merry Christmas, too!” A wide grin made its way into his face.

To his innate surprise, America got out of his way, and faced him from the spot. With an ever lingering smile, he responded quite cheerfully, “Fuu- I could say the same… Schastlivogo Rozhdestva, Ameriki.”

A pleasant laugh was shared. It seemed all too warm, contrasting the vibrant chill of the season.

And in that day on, they swore that a once reserved and rocky relationship, became mutually intelligible for them, and became encrusted in a yuletide cheer, too relieving that even words can’t, and won’t ever, describe.

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Maintaining a humble disposition, Kiku sat in a refined, and oriental manner, whereas Alfred,  with a somewhat cheerful air that seemed to surround him, reclined onto the nimble grass, laying and forming contact with the earth itself. They were at the American’s family residence, specifically outside, enjoying their yard’s rather idyllic simplicity. Looking around, it was a bright Thursday afternoon, and the sky maintained a vivacious blue colour, with streaks of white, and the occasional flocks of birds, flying in and out of sight.

“Um.. Alfred-kun? Did you already finish making our homework for English class-?” At that very moment, Kiku’s question was cut rather short, and it seems that the person sitting next to him was the primary cause of such. He stopped abruptly, maintaining mundane eye contact with him.

“C’mon, Kiku.. You don’t have to bring that up now! We can do all sorts of things before that. Speaking of which-! Did you watch that video I sent you last night?!” Alfred exclaimed, causing the other to visibly wince, due to the loudness of his voice. A fairly recent memory just popped up inside his brain, it seems. It was contradictory to the tranquil surroundings, and he thought that his friend could’ve opted for a more peaceful tone.

“No, Alfred-kun.. I haven’t. I’m sorry. We had so much to do yesterday.. I don’t even know how you managed to watch-” He was cut off, again.

“Man, you’re missing out! And- Of course, I take breaks whenever I can! Who doesn’t? He was just so engaging!” He ended the statement with a curious glint in his eyes.

At the sight of this, Kiku sighed mentally, and gave a slight shift in his distance to the blonde, the very subtle hint of annoyance tinted his tone, “.. Please know that your education, and your future, are both more important than  giving your whole attention to some.. person on the internet, that you hardly even know..”

Alfred didn’t notice, as usual, and kept on rambling, “But, he’s entertaining, at least! And I know some things! Wanna hear?”

Kiku looked away, his gaze seemed distant, his tone hollow in defeat, “I don’t mind..”

“That’s the spirit! I mean- he has all sorts of cool stuff on his channel!  There’s videos about some nerdy things, like different languages, embroidery, delusional fairytales- He even has this mini series about epic failures in cooking! I laughed all the time! Er- Listen, his name is Arthur, and he’s totally popular.. And a bit charismatic too! So, Kiku, you gotta watch!” Alfred turned to the other, it was evident that was totally pumped, clearly enthusiastic about his proposition, his eagerness radiating from his face, enhancing his adolescent features in the brazen sunlight that shone from above them.

“..On second thought.. I think I will try to watch it, Alfred-kun..” How could he refuse him? He didn’t know. Plus, with that contagious energy and that.. really appealing look? God forbid, Kiku needs to try, for his ‘best friend’.

“Really?? Awesome! Dude, I just know that you’ll like him and his content very much! I’m sure of it! Hah- Whoops! I even sound like an advertisement now..!” After a few seconds of silence, he laughed, his face beaming with happiness. The other reciprocated, yet inside, a complacent sadness was blooming in him.

His best friend was going to indulge in those frivolous, yet equally important things, which he deems ‘necessary’ for a subsequent time frame. And, it’s always been this way. Just he way he thinks it will, and always will be!

He was gonna try to ‘like’ this new found ‘interest’.. This ‘Arthur’ person.. How did this individual even manage to grab Alfred’s attention.. It seemed bizarre, he has never really done that before, and they had known each other since childhood. What he thinks, doesn’t really coincide with the other’s feelings..

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Swap Drabbles # 4

General Information : 

Title : Aesthetics Of Snowy Mornings ( With Americans )

Rating : SFW-T

Status : In Progress / Complete

Author’s Note : Arthur, can’t you give Alfred a break? XD It’s just something I thought of while staring out in a cold morning. Unfortunately, no snow here- I live in a tropical country. Sucks to be me T-T. Anyways, hope you enjoy- Happy reading!

“Ugh.. ‘Aesthetic-pleasing’ may all this white be- But, I daresay, it’s absolutely monkeys in here..” Words spoken with bated breath, Alfred sighed almost instinctively. A surge of thoughts entered his mind, whilst he went about, clutching his form in a lopsided manner. You could mistake him for some kind of dreary individual, stressed with the volatility of the events that might take place.

After a short while- As always,  it’s thought of that walking down the stairs seemed too mundane, but Alfred found it.. .considerably toilsome. Rather  frivolous, though. He just wants to get breakfast, like an normal, ordinary person would. How he thought of simple pleasures: A satisfying cup of the English Breakfast blend, and.. maybe a slice of mince pie.. It’s really fascinating how nimble, and fabricated thoughts can arouse interest and foretell the actions of a person. It was all the motivation that he needed, to jumpstart his activities for this morning.

Unlike others, though, he really doesn’t mind the silvery sleet, or the tranquil air of stillness that comes with winter. No, he doesn’t really mind that- Not at all. It was just, if ever some ‘unfortunate circumstances’ were to be exercised, that might just lead to a situation reminiscent of the sour disposition of lemons, and Alfred, being a sour grump is not something to be taken lightly.

He opted for a minute of reflection, and turned, shifted his way towards an open window, where he can gaze out on the open landscape of dreary houses, warm days, and nights filled with cuddles.

“At least, I’ll get a nice start. And, hopefully, it won’t be a cause for concern-” Splat. A snowball was launched, and it hit his face in a comical manner, coating his features with a layer of white slush.

Outside, an audible gasp can be heard, but was quickly followed by unrestrained laughter, “Aw- man! Look at your face! You gotta step up your game, not like last time! Snowball fight! Snowball fight!” Chanting repeatedly, Arthur didn’t hesitate to throw snowballs again, in rapid succession, much to the dismay of the other.

'..God, it's going to be a long morning, isn't it..?' Alfred thought, his exasperation showing likewise.