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【APH/米英(USUK)】

The Room

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– 主要是在看一些英國愛國歌曲或是民謠的影片時，下方都會有其他英語系國家的留言，表達對英國文化的念想、緬懷、認同甚至是優越感。

對於其他英語系國家來說英國是他們思想及文化的搖籃，潛意識裡一個最熟悉的懷抱，也許經常回過頭從英國歷史裡面尋找自己民族思想文化演化的脈絡，從中借鑑。

但同時他們又會立刻抽身，在各自的道路上前進，英國只是過去式，只是個緬懷念想，只是基石，他們終究不是英國。

而英國也知道這樣的陪伴是短暫片刻的，這些也是他現在唯一能夠給予的。

英國不會一廂情願帶美國進這個房間

一向是美國自顧自闖進來

當然

英國也從來不鎖門

You’re not part of me.

But you have a part of me.

I can’t be part of you.

But I cherish the part of you.

千言萬語大概就是這個感覺吧 :3

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P1、P8

自那之後他再也沒問過我這句話

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Just let me be happy.

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ItaPan AU

ItaPan Mangaka AU

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Feliciano and Kiku are mangakas. They’re partners and they act as one mangaka. They use the pen name ItaPan (because I’m not creative)

The two of them conceptualizes, Feliciano thinks and writes the plot, Kiku designs the character(sometimes Feli helps him) and both of them draws the pages.

Ludwig is their editor.

Normally, both of them are very synchronized with their work but one day they just couldn’t think of what to do next after they just finished their last series. Ludwig advised them to take a break.

During their break, Kiku decided to work part time as an assistant to another mangaka to earn money to pay rent for their studio and to learn more. One of his fellow assistants was a mangaka as well and was looking for an artist. He then saw how good Kiku is and asked him to draw for him.

Ludwig told him to accept it. Feliciano told him to do so as well so he can improve but deep inside he didn’t like it one bit. He was partners with Kiku and they were working as one.

Also, he liked Kiku too much. He didn’t like the idea of Kiku working with another person.

He did his best to not show that he’s sad and encouraged Kiku to take the job while they’re still on break.

Kiku felt a bit pressured and sad since he wanted Feliciano to tell him not to take it, so he decided on accepting.

They became distant and it became harder for the two of them to work together.

Kiku misses Feliciano so much. He likes Feli but-

When Kiku came to the meeting with the writer Feliciano suddenly arrived, panting..

“Kiku don’t accept!”

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Perfect, Perfect Lips (ItaPan)

frukmerunning Whoops, my hand slipped. Here you go! (” someone write me an itapan fic pleaseeeeeeeeeee”)

Kiku had found himself drawn to the little Italian from the first day he met him. Feliciano was everything that Kiku was not – bold, loud, charismatic, funny, openly affectionate, cute… He longed to be these things, too. Because, if he were similar, perhaps he could attract Feliciano’s attention.

He desired it, craved it, but Feliciano seemed ever intent on giving his attentions (and affections?) only to the large Ludwig. Any time they were alone his heart would race and his mind would empty of any sort of coherent thought – did Feliciano notice that he was so much less than eloquent when they were together? Surely, he must, but he never said anything about it.  He was much too nice to put his friend into such an awkward position. A position that would likely result in heartbreak.

Kiku loved Feli’s eyes the best. They were warm and innocent and full of curiosity and love. How could anyone not love such sweet eyes? They were amber, the colour of treasure, like they held the world’s secrets if you were brave enough to explore them. Regrettably, he was not a brave man when it came to matters of the heart, and he would look down the moment Feli’s eyes flicked up to meet his. His own eyes were not warm and welcoming, you could not get lost in their sunlight and joy. His eyes were dark and empty, devoid of all things cheery and, well, Feliciano.

Feliciano (adjective): Bright, sunny. Often clumsy, always endearing. Something that will bring a smile to the lips of even the gloomiest person (Ludwig).  Warm, familiar, comforting. Boisterous, energetic. Lazy, cat-naps in the sunshine. Incandescently perfect.

Kiku was unable to stop the wistful sight from slipping out, which, unfortunately, attracted the attention of the object of his affections.

“What is the matter, Kiku?”

“I am fine, Feliciano.” He wanted to tell him to refocus on his training, but it was too late. The Italian dropped his manual (which both of them were supposed to be reading) and was crawling closer to him, eyes wide with concern. Kiku looked away.

“Are you sure? You seem a little….?” Kiku waved his hand in the air, dismissing his concern. He didn’t need this right now, he couldn’t handle having those amber eyes drilling holes into him. He was bound to crack under their warmth. Silence descended on them and still Feliciano did not back down – Ludwig was bound to notice sooner or later. A sweat broke out along Kiku’s hairline. He so desperately wanted to shove the Italian away from him, he could feel the heat rolling off him and wrapping Kiku up in an embrace, he wanted to lean into it more than anything.

“Why won’t you look at me?” Kiku’s heart drummed up into his throat and he tried to compose his face into an neutral expression as he forced himself to meet the gaze of his friend, briefly, before letting his eyes rest on a fixed point in the distance beyond the mop of ruddy hair.

“I am not certain I understand what you mean,” he tried to play innocent, to pass his question off as mere fancy – something he made up in his head. He was often making things up in his head. But Feliciano did not giggle and back down, instead he frowned and leaned closer.

“You never look at me,” he whined, “I really wish you would.” Kiku obliged and swallowed hard. “Yes! Like that!” He grinned and clapped his hands together, “you have the prettiest eyes, Kiku, I like being able to see them!” Feliciano leaned so close their noses were practically touching and Kiku wondered if he could not hear how loud his heart was thudding, threatening to break out of his chest and run away so fast he’d never be able to catch up. “They are kind, but dark and mysterious,” Feli continued, unwavering, unblinking as he stared evenly at him, “they remind me of the sky before the stars come out. I wonder if I stare at them long enough I’ll see the stars!” Oh, if only he knew how full of stars Kiku’s eyes really were. All he had to do was look hard enough and see his own reflection staring back at him.

It came as a shock when Kiku noticed just how close they were sitting together. He could feel Feliciano’s breath on his lips and he was overwhelmed with the desire to kiss him – he never would, of course, he couldn’t. Propriety came first, never mind the fact that his affections were not returned.

“I wish you would look at me every day,” Feliciano said suddenly, sitting back on his heels and tilting his head to the side. He was still smiling, but there was an air of seriousness in his tone, an inflection that was not often heard passing his perfect, perfect lips.

“I do look at you every day, Feliciano. We work together.” The Italian shook his head.

“No, not like that. I wish you would look at me every day. Properly.”

“I do look at you…?” Feliciano made an exasperated noise and leaned back in, he reached out his hands and grabbed Kiku’s face. He barely had time to register what was happening before those perfect, perfect lips were pressing against his own in a shy, tender kiss. Feli pulled back and laughed, Kiku felt his face redden and he blinked several times. He could not help but stare.

“Like that! That is how I wish for you to look at me every day!” He kissed him again, his mouth still laughing, and it felt strange and wonderful and warm.

They only broke apart when Ludwig cleared his throat, waving his own manual in the air, indicating that they should be reading their own, respectively. Kiku ducked his head in embarrassment and Feli only chuckled, throwing a wink at Kiku as he crawled back to his spot under the tree, opening his manual and pretending to read.

Kiku would be breaking direct orders this afternoon. There was no way he would be able to absorb another word in his book. Not with the whispered promise of returned affections ringing in his ears and burning his lips.

He felt entirely Feliciano.

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drew itapan again.

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Klance Hanahaki And Flowershop AU

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Flawed ⭐️

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ItaPan

coolio

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I headcanon that Japan is just as protective of Italy as Germany is; but Japan is even less demonstrative than Germany so it can be difficult to tell

Italy knows and that’s what matters

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ITAPAN COMIC I MADE IN A RUSH HERE U GO

Edit: I positioned it in a way it makes more sense. :) thanks for all the likes and reblogs!

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過去絵まとめ（ほぼヘタリア）

Pixiv ID: 33994928 Member: かとう

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they’re so cute

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Nostalgia playing ragnarok eternal love and imagine seven as blacksmith and saeran as alchemist job, blacksmith 3rd job is mechanic really suit for seven. Also alchemist making potion and stuff,imagined saeran making all those mint eye elixir ffff

Commission still open btw uwu/\

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Wizard101 Schools - Death

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If two people share an umbrella, it is called the “Ai-Ai gasa”. ‘Ai’ means ‘love’ and ‘gasa’ is the variation of the word ‘Kasa’ in Japanese with the meaning ‘Umbrella’. And literally “Ai-Ai gasa” means “Love-Love umbrella”. It’s similar to the heart symbol representing love. Two people sharing an umbrella in rain is considered as a symbol of romance.