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UsUk, 2 👀👀

Title: High ExpectationsPairing: USUKWords: 549AU: RoyaltyGenre: RomancePrompt: “You love me as if I deserve you.” “Wait, Alfred, please!” Arthur cried, rushing forward to grab Alfred by the bicep, keeping him from leaving. He dropped his hand from Alfred’s arm, taking the younger man’s calloused fingers in his. “I want you to marry me,” he said, his voice hardly a whisper. 

Alfred’s eyes flickered down to the hand holding his, then back up to the Prince’s face. The bright blue of his eyes seemed darker, overshadowed by the pain that was written across his face. “Why?” 

Arthur’s heart broke. “Because I love you!” He insisted, his tone pleading, begging Alfred to believe him, to stop looking at him with that horrible sadness in his eyes. 

But Arthur’s response only seemed to hurt Alfred further, and the younger man let his eyes fall to the floor, unable to look the Prince in the eye. “You love me as if I deserve you,” he mumbled, head bowed in shame. 

Arthur stilled momentarily, glancing down to their joined hands. His was pale and immaculate, devoid of any blemishes, perfectly manicured, and impossibly smooth to the touch. Not to mention the several jeweled rings which adorned his fingers. Alfred’s hand was tan and rough from years of manual labor under the sweltering sun, covered in scars and scratches and still scraped with dirt from the gardening job he’d completed only moments earlier. 

The difference between them was clear. Arthur was the soon-to-be King of Spades; a man of incredible status and impossible wealth. He’d lived in the lap of luxury all his life, had never gone without the best money could buy. He was well-educated, well-groomed, and perfectly suited for the throne. Alfred was exactly the opposite–he’d been born into the common class with little money, and he’d worked all his life to earn what he had; he was uneducated and unrefined, and therefore ill-suited for both the throne of Spades kingdom and its Prince. Thus, it baffled him immensely to be so loved by a man who could without a doubt do much better than him. 

“You think you don’t deserve me?” Arthur asked, frowning. 

Alfred kept his head bowed. “You’re the Prince of Spades,” he said quietly. “You’re going to be King–asking me to marry you is asking me to become the Queen. I don’t have anything to offer you, Arthur–at least, nothing that someone else can’t give you and more.” 

“Perhaps nothing material,” Arthur agreed, gently tugging Alfred closer, “but I’m certain that no one else can do to me what you do. You’re it for me, darling; please don’t think so lowly of yourself. I’ll rule alone if you won’t have me.”

Alfred slipped an arm around Arthur’s waist; it felt familiar, comfortable, safe. “If I won’t have you?” He echoed incredulously. “Now you just sound crazy.”

“Not as crazy as your ‘I don’t deserve you’ line,” replied Arthur, rolling his eyes. “I want you to marry me, Alfred. You’ll make a fantastic Queen and even better husband, I know it. What do you think?” He asked earnestly, forest green eyes against the electric blue of his lover’s as he gazed intently upon the man.

Alfred smiled sheepishly; “I think I wanna be with you. Not so sure about all that other stuff, but I’ll try my hardest to live up to your expectations.”

Arthur gave him a cheeky smile, “you already have.” 

[midnightziege]

Man, what about our vitamin D? You drew that on your tablet

lol I forgot about thaaaat I should hunt down that picture again

[rantingfangirl]

RantingFangirl Fanfiction Masterlist

Just so everything will be a bit easier to navigate :)

Oneshots

Mr. Nurse - Spamano

Summary: Feliciano knew that his brother would hate him for it, but this was going to go viral

Based off of the Marry Me Video 

Operator - Spamano

Summary: While Lovino Vargas didn’t have the worst job in the world, he had to say that it was pretty high up there.

Credit for this prompt goes to @aphdicksquad

Lover Boy - UsUk

Summary: After a drunk night in Las Vegas, Arthur Kirkland didn’t know what to expect, but it sure wasn’t this

It’s Okay - UsUk

Summary: This could not be happening. How could he have let this happen? It was official. Arthur Kirkland was worthless.

Perfect - No Ship

Summary: This was perfect. Completely and utterly perfect.

I’ve Never Been Hit On So Hard Before - UsUk

Summary: Alfred F. Jones’ day was going great, at least until he sent someone three feet down the road with his car. 

Fusion -  RusAme

Summary: Alfred’s problem was that he liked the bastard, even if he didn’t like him back

For @sennorita-sognare ‘s birthday!

My Treasure - DenNor

Summary: “I cannot imagine a world without you, nor do I want to. So, I have something to ask of you“

The Kiss - UsUk, FrUk

When Arthur Kirkland finds himself in a once-in-a-lifetime theater role, he finds himself juggling the strain on his relationship and his duties as an actor. After all, the show must go on.

Phone Home - UsUk

When Arthur’s friends get an idea for a way to find him a date, there’s no stopping them. 

I’m Tickled Pink - UsUk

 An attempt to bring some spice into Alfred F. Jones’s life leads to a prank war of epic proportions.

Hit Up My Tumblr Exclusives :)

Multi-Chapter (These will take you to chapter indexes)

Finally - DenNor

Summary: Soulmate [Noun] 1 :  a person who is perfectly suited to another in temperament Definition from the Merriam-Webster Dictionary

Cross Life - UsUk (Slowburn)

Summary: Given the choice to change his ways or face the consequences, Arthur is propelled from urban England to the American suburbs, putting up with all the drama, pettiness, and idiots that go with it.

Here’s some snazzy fanart by @sentimentalsyndrome  and X and X by @sennorita-sognare

[teotoffee]

tag game again!

i was tagged by @rantingfangirl this time!

1. Do you read?

yep! but not as much as i used to

2. What’s your favorite book genre?

speculative fiction, closely followed by historical fiction

3. Cats or dogs?

cats

4. Would you prefer to be really, really hot or really, really cold?

hot

5. For Question 4, why?

bc i’m already used to it here lol

6. If you could choose one place and live there the rest of your life, where would it be?

prob somewhere in europe like austria or smth

7. What’s your favorite thing to do on a rainy day?

sleep listen to the rain

8. Do you like your chocolate sweet or bitter?

sweet

9. What’s your favorite color?

shades of red

10. If you could time travel, would you go to the past or the future?

def the past! there’s so much people i’d like to meet

11. Do you prefer darker shades or lighter shades?

darker

anyways for the 11 questions  i’m just gonna copy and paste my last one kyles u lazy ass:

1. if you could change your name, what would it be?

2.  which color do you think you are?

3. dogs or cats?

4. what’s your favorite video game?

5. favorite time period?

6. dream job?

7.  what would you wish for if you had one wish?

8.  what does your name mean?

9. favorite food?

10. if you could be a mythological creature, which one would you be?

11. place you will always consider home?

oh also bc i don’t know 11 more people  so i can tag, feel free to do this even if you’re not tagged!

[sweets-sweets]

sufin5ever reblogged your post: High school/modern AU. Tino is a target to school...

I really like your idea! I haven’t read anything like this in a while. Are you going to continue it? Because you totally should.

scarlettwallflower reblogged your post: High school/modern AU. Tino is a target to school...

Ayyy I really like this idea too. Deaf!Berwald is awesome and I think the idea of Timo standing up to a bully in defense of his friend even though he was getting picked on so badly himself is really sweet.

Though I do second the make Ivan the bully thing. But that’s totally personally motivated because I love Denmark and it physically pains me to see him as the bad guy

Actually it might be interesting to see another character as the bully. Just because Russia always gets used if the story calls for a villain/antagonist. I’m not sure who tho, maybe England? I don’t have anything against England but he is a pretty harsh snarky dude

rantingfangirl reblogged your post: High school/modern AU. Tino is a target to school...

This is a good concept, and I’m sure it would make an excellent story! I definitely agree with @sufin5ever that this should be continued!

Thank you all so, so much for your lovely feedbacks and sharing my ideas with your followers. It means so much to me! I would really like to write this story down and actually post it as a short multi-chapter but I'm currently switching my meds for adhd and I can't concentrate on anything. I tell you all, it took me about 4 hours only to write this response... Most of the story is already planned and I noticed you're all a little bit concerned about Mathias/Denmark being the villain of the story. However, I do not wish to villainize any of the characters in the story. It was my intention to make more dimensional characters and show how one can have as many spectrums and colours to their personality as they wish to have.

I wanted to portrait Mathias a bully, the one who constantly picks on Berwald and his condition, just to push him into a certain hell called love when he meets Berwald's friend with the same condition. It will make him want to change, turning his enemies to close friends and generally being embarrassed for the thing he'd done to Berwald in the past. His character would develop from the obnoxious, popular boy who finds entertainment in picking on his colleagues to a character who completely changes himself for the better because of the person he falls in love with. There's more to it, of course, but I'll leave it at this for now.

Also, I wanted to make a similar twist in Tino but I'll keep the details for myself.

Thank you again for your opinions on my ideas! I love hearing what you all think!

@sufin5ever​ @scarlettwallflower​ @rantingfangirl​ 

[usuknetwork]

USUK Halloween Bash 2019

 It’s that time of year where spooky ghouls come, all types of supernatural occurrences happen, and people try on ridiculous costumes to get a piece of candy. America and England are dressing up this year for their annual Halloween bash. But as what? We’re holding a contest to see your ideas!

RULES

ARTISTS

 The rules are simple! Design a costume/outfit for both Al and Arthur to deck out in and draw it out in a standard illustration. The image drawn should be a full-body of both characters (Arthur Kirkland & Alfred F. Jones from Hetalia, regular or nyotalia, any Halloween-related AU).

WRITERS

We have two costumes already designed for you in our prompt images. Write out a scenario based on these images. Note that this scenario is not restricted to arriving at a costume to wear for Halloween, so if these images inspire you to create a supernatural AU that details the meeting of these two and their relationship, go for it! The writing has to have some relevance to these images, however, so we expect the writer to intersperse detailed descriptions of what the characters are wearing and their overall appearance here and there. 

BUT HOW DO I SUBMIT WORK?

When posting your piece on Tumblr, please tag the submission with #USUKHalloweenBash2019 and @ us! Cross-posting to other social media platforms is allowed, but we will be using Tumblr exclusively to keep track of submissions.

JUDGING PROCESS

After everyone has submitted by the deadline (October 31st), we will send out a link poll through email form for a popular vote within a week or so. The voting period closes 3 weeks after the event deadline on November 22nd in order to give everyone ample time to review all the wonderful content created for this event. For those participating in the event, voting is MANDATORY to have your piece counted and you need to vote for someone other than yourself! 

As this email form will require each participant/voter’s email address and Discord username, we will contact the winners through the given information before December 1st.

PRIZES

1st place prizes for the winners in both the writing and art categories:

Three separate USUK glossy prints in 5x7 size, and the Halloween Event sticker (as shown in the banner above) presented by @naueth

Three custom one-shot fanfictions (SFW, @thenarcolepticone, @whymsical-for-you, and @rantingfangirl. 

Samples of each author’s work: Narco Whym Katie

(Both winners of the contest – that means one writer and one artist – will each win this prize pack!)

Have a very spoopy Halloween, and good luck to all those who participate!

[vampelune]

Peanut butter, cookie dough, blackberry

peanut butter: favorite academic subject?

social studies or art was always my favorite in school

cookie dough: do you play any instruments?

i play the recorder and thats it kdfjfdkjfdklfdj

blackberry: have you ever laughed so hard you cried?

several times i dont think i could ever begin to think of what stupid shit made me do it hfduifjdklfdlkdfjldkjfdklj

ice cream asks

[rusame]

Fusion

Fusion by rantingfangirl

Id: 1129906962 - Fandoms: Unknown Fandom - Rated: N/A - hetalia/I love you Sue!!!!/aph america/hetalia america/aph rusame/hetalia russia/I'm sorry that this is so late/I hope you like it!!!/aph russia/The Fanfiction Life of RantingFangirl/sue stuff/aph amerus - Chapters: 1 - Ongoing

So..I don't really share the sentiment about the violent aspects in it since it is set in canonverse. But I love the resolution in the end and also the unstable emotion in Alfred is intriguing. Basically if you love hate to love rusame and fusion, you're gonna love this one.

[creatorsofhetalia]

Creators of Hetalia Valentine’s Day Event

Hey, guys! Welcome to the Creators of Hetalia’s second event! 

What is the Valentine’s Day Event? 

The Valentine’s Day Event is a collab event that will focus on ships, specifically romance. When you sign up for VDE, you’ll be paired with someone else who has similar interests and the two of you will create a piece based on the prompts that will be provided. This event is to create new friendships amongst the members of COHD and reinforce cooperative feelings.

Hey, This Sounds Pretty Rad! Where Do I Sign Up?

To participate in the Valentine’s Day Event, you must be a member of the Creators of Hetalia Discord. You can learn more about us here, and, if you decide to join, you can find us here!

For our current COHD members reading this, you’ll be able to find the sign-ups in the announcements tab. We already have it pinned for you!

Upon joining COHD, you can make yourself at home! We’ll love to have you! After VDE ends and you’re really not feeling us, feel free to leave. We’ll miss you, though!

Give Me the Dates!

Sign-ups for COHD’s VDE began this morning (October 3rd, 2018) and will last until Wednesday, October 10th. Be sure to hurry to us! 

You should receive your partner assignments around the week after sign-ups end, and you and your given partner will have until Valentine’s Day to post your piece. However, since this is the Valentine’s Day Exchange, we ask that you get it as close to Valentine’s Day as you possibly can! 

I Don’t Want To Look at the Link. What’s COHD?

The Creators of Hetalia Discord is a Discord server made to promote works in the Hetalia fandom, boost up creation within the fandom, and provide a meeting place for creators. All in all, it’s made by Hetalia creators, of Hetalia creators, and for Hetalia creators! Join us here! 

Have Any Questions Regarding VDE? Either send a message to @rantingfangirl , @sennorita-sognare or @soda-rebel or join us and ask in our ask-a-mod tab! 

Also, we used a transparent from @transparentalia for our banner! Thank you so much, guys!

[apollon-hyakinthios]

Are you sad because all the good writers have left the Hetalia fandom?

Do you spend a lot of time focusing on famous authors that have been inactive for years, and fics that were published half a decade ago?

Do you miss the way the fandom used to be? Do you even feel like the fandom is dying and nobody is making fanworks as good as they used to be?

Well, I have some good news for you - Hetalia fanfic is alive and well, and there are many wonderful authors still active in our fandom! 

So, where do I start looking?

Luckily, five other wonderful people from our fandom and i have put together a blog that has an archive of recently-written hetalia fanfic, just for people like you who want to find more fanfic and get to know more authors in the aph fandom but don’t know where to begin!

The HWD Official Blog is the Tumblr account for the Discord server we run - the Hetalia Writers’ Discord, a growing community of over 100 active writers! On the HWD, we come together to share our work, exchange feedback, support one anothers’ projects, make friends, get motivated to finish projects, and more! And we’re in the process of collecting all of the work of our writers on the HWD Official Blog , so that any and all of you lovely people in the fandom can check out what we have to offer!!

And we have it organized into an easy-to-use directory format just for you. Here’s how to get started browsing!

FANFIC: If you’re looking for fanfic in general and you don’t have a specific character or pairing in mind, this is the place for you! Our Fanfic tag includes only writing by our members - no blog maintenance, update or announcement posts - and includes all characters, ships, genres and ratings.

TAG DIRECTORY: This is the place to go if you’re looking for works that feature specific characters, pairings, ratings or genres! HWD is completely ship-neutral and hosts works of all pairings.

CREATOR DIRECTORY: This is the place to go to check out our wonderful writers by name, including their Tumblrs, their AO3 and FFN accounts, and more! This page was put together by Mod Sara, @kanadka !!!

Our directories are always being updated and added onto!! If you don’t see your favorite ship or character, don’t worry - we are still in the process of adding to our archive and categorizing all the fanfic we already have on our blog, and you’re sure to find more if you explore the general Fanfic tag!

But to help you get more of a feel for what we’re all about, here are some of my favorite fics from our writers!

Non, je ne regrette rien by @gnostic-heretic

Pairing: Lithuania/Poland, France/Poland

Rating: M

Genre: Historical, Drama

“It would be a wonderful evening, a wonderful night ahead, and he had never been happier in his life.”

god who ate everything by @52px

Characters: Rome, Carthage, Etruria, Macedon, Ancient Greece, Ancient Egypt

Pairing: Carthage/Etruria

Rating: G

Genre: Historical, Drama

“—did this world feed you?

The pallid web of peace sticking the Mediterranean together since the last war is cut into pieces. To discuss just how unhappy the Romans are that Carthage is not dead yet, Carthage himself is called to Rome. Easier said than done, as he has been under the ancient equivalent of house arrest for years and is barely fit to board a boat. What's worse, to test his limits, the living ghost nation must travel much deeper into Italy than anticipated. Along the way, Carthage faces supernatural feelings centuries-buried before he faces his final grave.”

Can’t Help Lovin’ That Man by @bonjourxrenae

Pairing: America/Lithuania

Rating: G

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Historical

“Missisippi, 1928. Alfred receives a new record for his Victrola. Upon trying to serenade his houseguest Toris with showtunes, he winds up being serenaded instead.”

Between Shadows. by @morgenstille

Pairing: Belarus/Lithuania

Rating: T

Genre: Romance

One of my favorite passages from this fic: “In another life, the two of them are married and have a family. Toris wonders what their children would look like; it’s pointless speculation, of course, they can’t have children, but still, he wonders.”

Star Crossed by @flyingsassysaddles

Pairing: Nyo!Tibet/Nyo!Mongolia

Rating: T

Genre: Historical, Romance, Tragedy

A favorite passage: “Khulan trembled, burying herself into the Tibetan’s chest and feeling the week pulse of her friend’s heart. 

The pulse sang a song Khulan had been listening to for 13 years, from the first time she met the crying girl who had fallen off her horse, to the first time they held hands when playing in the snow, to when the girl trailed behind her as she brought the hunt back home, smiling when Khulan returned to her day and night.” 

bless me, father by @scandinavienne

Pairing: Germany/North Italy

Rating: T

Genre: Historical, Romance

“In Renaissance Florence, Feliciano struggles under the weight of his family name.”

napom, fényes napom by @phyripowritesthings

Pairing: Belarus/Hungary

Rating: T

Genre: Romance

“During less than a decade but spanning two millennia all the same, Hungary learns that she’s been missing out by not having gotten to know Belarus better, and she finds that maybe they’re just each other’s thing.”

The Dimensional Door by @scarlettlillies

Characters: Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania, Poland, Finland, Sweden

Rating: T

Genre: Alternate Universe

“Eduard thought he was living a normal life, with good friends and a future he was working hard towards. But the world he lives in is not what it seems when he finds himself plunged into a role that only existed in the comics that Feliks liked. But he isn't alone in all this. He's glad for it, considering monsters and portals showing up left, right, and center.”

Wonderfully creative Sailor Moon AU that Lilly has put a ton of hard work and love into!!!

Blood on Gold by @aph-belarusia

Pairing: Belarus/Romania

Rating: M

Genre: Supernatural, Romance, Gothic Horror

“The young voivode Vladimir Dragulescu upon the death of his mother, decides to summon an Ancient Entity to carry his desire for revenge but ends up falling in love for such Being.”

Cross Life by @rantingfangirl

Pairing: America/England

Rating: T

Genre: Alternate Universe, Romance

“Given the choice to change his ways or face the consequences, Arthur is propelled from urban England to the American suburbs, putting up with all the drama, pettiness, and idiots that go with it.”

La Pioggia by @lluviadinoche

Pairing: Spain/Romano

Rating: G

Genre: Fantasy, Alternate Universe

“He loved through a paper. Words that sang and touched his soul lighting fires in the deepest parts of his soul. Antonio was in love. If only who knew with who.”

Castaway by @paperbarks

Characters: Australia, England

Rating: T

Genre: Historical

“All I want is you gone,” says Australia. The imperial statutes, the English judges, the marks of foreign settlement, the hoisted flags – all of it escapes him in the moment. Later he might think it childish, but in the present, England is an all-encompassing entity. England’s absence is the absence of control.”

The Gods’ Share by @kanadka

Characters: Lithuania, Poland, Prussia

Pairing: Lithuania/Prussia

Rating: M

Genre: Historical

“At the beginning of the 1400s, the Teutonic Order was at the height of its power. Their navy ruled the Baltic and their Prussian cities were affluent enough to wholly cover the cost of maintaining the crusading army of the Teutonic Knights as a standing force. By 1435, the country was demoralised and discontented, trounced by a gang of heretics, and all but powerless. Here's how it happened.”

And we have many, many more where these wonderful fics came from!

So check out our blog and take a look!! We are a growing community and we’re adding to our fic archives all the time, and with your support we can continue to grow and make this fandom a more creative, encouraging, and happier place to be!!! <3

[nopeferatu]

Moving away from the topic of deVailer but onto a semi-related problem plaguing the fandom is what type of fics people consume?

Or, lemme rephrase that. The STATUS of the fics people consume.

Guys, you can't wait until a fic is finished in order to give it support. I mean...theres nothing stopping you from doing so physically, however as someone who is friends with a writer who has poured her heart and soul into a fic where years and years of plotting and writing have gone into it, only to promote it and have it shoved back in her face that they'll read it when its finished, I can see just how upsetting this kind if system is.

I've pushed this message before just like I will keep adamently pushing it, but I think that fanfic writers who are in the process of writing their chaptered stories need the MOST support. Now, I'm not saying that this means that finished works don't deserve any love and support. Thats far from what I'm saying because we should CONSTANTLY be engaging with current writers, current artists, WIPs and drabbles and drafts and finished pieces and doodles and ask-blogs and comics. If we don't our fandom, to put it simply, is going to die.

My message here, though, is to say that its very easy to enjoy finished writing. Its easy to get into it, to binge, to enjoy and then be done with it. And its hard to get into WIPs because each update leaves a new cliffhanger, each update may not come as often as we want it to, and with each update comes the very real possibility of a writer not wishing to continue a fic. But you know what is a surefire way to combat a lot of those fears?

By SUPPORTING THE WRITER! Writing is hard! Writing is a struggle! I consider myself a borderline writer from my USUK side of the fandom bc of how hard it is for me to get motivation to open up a word doc. So to all you people out there, USUK fans or not, who are constantly typing away at those keyboards and producing new things, I want to say that I appreciate you so much. You deserve more likes, reblogs, comments, kudos, favorites, etc., and for every one of those that a finished work gets I believe a work in progress should get the same.

Its so heartbreaking to see how the motivation to continue writing leaves these writers due to the lack of interraction with their works because people would rather read something finished than something still currently being produced. This is why people leave the fandom, guys. Everytime a creator sees you interract with their creations, I 100% assure you they are more motivated to continue what it is they're doing. They do this for free, and not only do they do it for themselves but they do it in hopes that other people will get enjoyment out of what it is they took time to produce. But if theres no feedback, if it looks like nobody is enjoying their work...its easy to see how the "why bother?" mentality may sink in and harden them to the fandom.

To sort of end things I guess, I'm going to reccomend a few writers that I know from MY little USUK/UKUS niche who still have ongoing works that I urge you to check out. Please feel free to reblog and add more writers/stories to this post; I'm always looking for new people to support.

@rantingfangirl 's Cross-Life is an EXTREMELY well-written UKUS fic clocking in at about 15 (gloriously long) chapters. Here is the description:

"Given the choice to change his ways or face the consequences, Arthur is propelled from urban England to the American suburbs, putting up with all the drama, pettiness, and idiots that go with it."

Its slow-burn, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, and has all the delicious drama that comes with any punk-ass British kid in a cold and unloving household. Highly, HIGHLY reccomend checking this one out.

@gallifreyanlibertea 's I Took My Hater Out On a Date is a witty YouTuber AU in which fan's attempts at bringing Gamer!Alfred and Reaction-er(?)!Arthur evolves into good-natured publicity stunts, and maybe more? Mana is a very talented writer so if you haven't already read their work pleaaaase do. Its so, so good.

@not-aph-england actually has 3 that I'd like to reccomend! The first seems to be a smaller but still chaptered fic called Royal Sh*t! Here is the description:

"Peasant Arthur meets Prince Alfred on Tinder. But of course it’s just a catfish. Or is it?" It's cute, its witty, its everything you'd expect from a Tinder-sprouted romance.

The next is Plan B, an Omegaverse fic:

"Arthur Kirkland's plan A was to graduate, find a good job, buy his dream house and, yeah, why not?, eventually get married. Unfortunately, once he got pregnant, this plan became a distant dream. He had to replan his life, and now, with a daughter, his Plan B includes making the best with what he has and, definitely, staying away from alphas."

Last but not least is actually a collaboration RP-turned-fic with @mayumisatosan (I believe) called Life Goes On:

"Alfred and Arthur met at a social event and quickly realized they are quite compatible with each other. What makes their story complicated is the fact that the social event in question was a dinner party exclusively for widows. Oh, and the fact that Arthur is expecting a baby from his deceased mate."

Finally, this list wouldn't be complete without the mention of a good friend and writer who, I believe, goes underappreciated in all aspects- even in terms of her finished writings.

@drones-of-innocence 's The Messenger is a fic three years in the making with plenty of plotting done in advance:

"When Heaven and Hell clash in a pointless war, the wish for a utopia stems from the middle. But since diplomacy would never work, a spy would have to be sent in, one to be a demon but to retain everything that makes him an angel. But what if in the middle of the war, the spy learnt of what's really happening? What would he do to stop the supremacy and dominion? Angel Demon AU, USUK"

Last but not least, please tell your writers how much you appreciate them. They do this as a labor of love in hopes of making people happy. They truly deserve more support and encouragement because they are what keeps the ever-changing Hetalia fandom active.

[liluwrites]

Sorry @rantingfangirl I messed up and accidentally deleted your ask 😅 But here ya go!

11. Which is easier to write: guys or girls?

For some reason I find guys way easier to write, idk why 🤔

16. What do you do with your rough drafts once you write a new draft?

Lmao it’s so rare for me to get past the first draft stage of any fic, my word docs are filled with tons of unfinished drafts for stories I’ll probably never publish 😂 But when I do get to the second draft stage, I just leave the first draft to rot in my documents bc I‘m too much of a hoarder to delete anything ever

17. How do you handle writer’s block?

Honestly? I don’t. I cry 😂 Sometimes I give up writing for a full six months bc my brain is dead. Although writing short drabbles from prompts can help!

[dripping-moonlight]

Attention:

@rantingfangirl does NOT know how to use a toothbrush

[rantingfangirl]

It’s Okay

Summary: This could not be happening. How could he have let this happen? It was official. Arthur Kirkland was worthless.

This was moved from my old account.

The bell rang, small children shooting up out of their seats to run out of the classroom, much to the dismay of their teacher.

What was once a room full of boundless chatter and energy became silent and dull in a matter of a few seconds. Where the chairs had been filled with elementary students, their tiny backpacks hanging off the backs by the straps, there was nothing on them now except air and dust. Well, all but one.

A runt of a boy sat at his desk, his feet just barely skimming the hard tile floor. His eyes focused on the paper, staring at it, never taking them off of it as if it would somehow morph the ink into the one thing he wished.

This could not be happening. How could he have let this happen? He had done everything he could and had worked so hard, only to receive that. It was official. Arthur Kirkland was worthless.

The door opened once more, a familiar squeak sounding as the hinges turned, and his teacher stepped inside. Upon seeing him, she made a surprised noise, her heels clicking to a halt. She smiled that pearly white smile of hers, the very one that would make pure sugar cringe of sweetness overload.

"Oh, Arthur sweety, I didn't know you were still here. Did you need- oh, wait- Ar!"

Almost immediately after she said his name, Arthur push his chair back, hopping to his feet. He grabbed his backpack, which he loved with its forest green base and green and pink trim, no matter what his foolish peers teased, slung it over his shoulders, and stalked out of the classroom. Arthur made sure to firmly shut the door, slowing the teacher down a small bit should she choose to follow, but was careful not to slam it, as he didn't want too bad of a scolding. Goodness only knows what he's going to be getting from his from his mother.

He still clutched the paper, his tiny hands crinkling the edges. He was half tempted to rip it up into tiny pieces, throw it into the trash can, and be done with it. But if he were to come back without having it signed, or worse, not having it at all, he didn't want to think of the consequences.

Walking down the hallway, tears beginning to slowly roll down his face, he knew he should put it in his backpack. In a folder, somewhere where it wouldn't be ruined, but he just couldn't bring himself to take his eyes off it. The very thing that would ruin his life, if it hadn't already.

Arthur's shoulders shook, a strange feeling flaring up between his shoulder blades as the walls began to close in on him. The colorful posters and models that lined them coming closer and closer. Arthur started to run, his shoes squeaking against the polished white tile. He didn't care if he was breaking one of the rules, that he might fall, that the hall monitors in the bright neon yellow vests were yelling for him to stop and walk. He had to get out.

Tears were streaming down his cheeks, blurring his vision. The soft pounding in his temples was a telltale sign that headache was coming.  Arthur turned the corner, bumping into someone but quickly pushing past without saying a word. He couldn't understand the shout from behind him even if he wanted to.

He pushed himself towards the metal double doors, moving faster. Faster. Faster. When he reached them, he shoved them open with all his strength, causing them to open with a bang.

He stopped for just a second, breathing in the air, taking in that familiar smell. It was his home. Not of the one in America, but the one he had abandoned in England. It was the smell of rain.

Arthur didn't give the thought even a second longer, though, picking up his legs in a slow jog, then gaining speed. His shoes thumped down the concrete trail leading out of the school grounds, his backpack weighing down his shoulders and noisily bouncing up and down with each step.

The trees danced with the wind, branches swinging to and fro.  Stray leaves on the ground flew, tumbling over and over. The flowers softly fluttered, colorful petals beckoning for just anyone to come near. Arthur could feel his hair being pushed up, but he ignored it all. His hair, the trees, the leaves, the flowers, everything. He kept on running, focused on getting as far from the school as he could. Everything passed by him in a blur.

Eventually, when the sharp burn in his lungs and the soft pricks of pain in his legs won over, the clomps on the ground quickly whittled down to easy, quiet steps. Arthur stopped, leaning to rest his hands against his knees as tried to catch his breath. The paper, now as wrinkled as a dress shirt fresh out of the dryer, hung limply down his calf.

He raised his head, staring at his destination. The park ahead of him was empty, to the point where a tumbleweed could've comically drifted by, the children who would've normally been there gone to avoid the rain. Arthur and his brothers occasionally came, the football field being up to their standards and usually filled with half-decent players.

A black metal bench sat next to a tall tree, and Arthur stepped up to it.

Sweeping off the dead leaves and everything else that often came with Autumn, Arthur sat in the middle, shivering at the cold, before laying his backpack to his left. He lifted the paper up, examining the crinkles with a scowl, and then pressed it against his thigh in attempt to smoothen it.

He glared at the paper. He certainly couldn't go home now. His mother, consumed with the shame she would feel of raising a child, only for them to get a-

Arthur shook his head, his brain rattling, trying to clear away the invasive thought. His mother would understand, right? She wouldn't just throw him out of the house, onto the streets, would she? his mother loved him, said so every day when he left the house for school and before bed, so surely she wouldn't disown him? And even if she did, his father and his brothers would defend and protect him, right? Even if they did mercilessly tease him.

Tears tracked down his cheeks, blurring his vision. Arthur clenched his hands into fists. No. She can't. But why wouldn't she? It's not like his mother didn't have four other sons, what was losing one? The youngest, no less? It's not as if they would- "Hey, are you okay?"

Arthur snapped his head up, focusing on the interruption standing in front of him. He inwardly scolded himself. he hadn't even heard anyone walk up to him.

There, not even five feet ahead was Alfred F. Jones, who was kicking down the stand of the worn, rusty thing he affectionately called a bike. The very same Alfred F. Jones who was in his class, and was friends with the fools who could get rumors spreading. Especially if they were about Arthur.

He quickly rubbed the tears away from his eyes, trying to be as discreet as possible, wincing at the sting from doing it too harshly, but ignoring it all the same. He straightened his back and raised his chin. Anything to look confident and not as if he had just been five seconds away from bursting into relentless sobs. Arthur had a reputation to uphold, and he wouldn't let it be sullied by tears. No matter the situation.

Clearing his throat and tensing his shoulders, he narrowed his eyes, saying, "What do you want, Jones?" Arthur spat out the other boy's name as if it were the worst of insults.

He knew his mother would scold him if she heard him speaking in such a rude manner and make him apologize on the spot. But he didn't care. She wouldn't consider him her son soon enough, anyways. He sniffled at the thought.

Alfred's eyes widened, his mouth gaping just a tiny bit before snapping shut. He leaned back against his bike, pursing his lips and lowering his brow. His arms crossed, which only seemed to complete the image.

"Well," he started, the stupid twang that helped fuel many of Arthur's headaches following, "I was askin' if you were alright, since you seemed to not be, but I guess if you're just gonna be mean about it..." He trailed off, ending the last part with a pout as if Arthur were just some uncooperative friend he had to persuade.

The two watched each other, Arthur wishing the entire time that Alfred would just hop up on that rusty piece of junk of his and ride off, just so that he might have the chance to cry about his failure in peace. But the idiot just stood there, an insufferable grin eventually replacing the pout on that dumb face.

After what seemed to be like an hour- though he knew that it was barely even a minute, Arthur slid back down on the metal bench, letting his head hang. He didn't remember when he had stood. It could have been before or after their staring match. Maybe during.

He sighed, shoving his fingers through his hair, pushing through a tangle, before resting his hand on his knee. Even if Alfred told everyone in the grade, it wouldn't make a difference. Arthur shouldn't even bother caring anymore. "My parents... they're- they're going to disown me." Heat rose in his cheeks at admitting it, and he wondered what Alfred would say in response to it.

A small silence blanketed the two, Arthur not bothering to look up to see the boy's expression. Alfred stood fully, moving to sit next to him. He kicked a rock, and when he spoke, his voice was- for probably the first time in Arthur had known him- soft and quiet. "Y'know Art, for bein' the smartest kid in the class, you sure are mighty stupid."

Arthur snapped his head up, pushing back against his backpack. His shoulders tensed up and up as if he were a wind-up toy. He pressed the paper against his chest, folding his pale arms to cover it.

"Wh-what's that supposed to mean," he shouted. Alfred groaned, twisting himself to face Arthur. "You're parents can't just disown ya and kick ya out! That's why they have Child Protection Services or somethin' like that."

He looked towards Arthur's chest, a hint of mischief in his eyes as they narrowed. Alfred cocked his head to the side before- "What are ya even goin' on about, anyways..." He grabbed Arthur's wrist, moving it easily as he yelped in surprise. Alfred yanked the other arm back, snatching the paper, before quickly turning his back away, facing the tree. He snickered as Arthur's attempts to reclaim the paper were blocked.

"Give it back to me, you fool!" Arthur shouted repeatedly, twisting and folding his arms to get it back, only to fail at each and every try. After the fifth failure, he slumped back in defeat, tears welling in his eyes for what seemed like the thousandth time as he pondered his doom.

Being the stupid, foolish chatterbox that he was, Alfred could easily go back to school the next day and blab about the current incident. Then he would surely be ruined. Bloody Francis would be the smartest in the class, and all his classmates would chant at him during recess with their "innocent" malice how "Arthur Kirkland is a loser" and- It was a clear image in his mind. Arthur could see exactly how it would play out. The teachers wouldn't even bother if someone were to beat him up. Maybe they would laugh and point. Gossip to each other about "Oh, do you know what that boy got as a grade?" And when they were being interrogated about his cuts and bruises, they would only feign ignorance. It was their word against his, after all.

And it would happen, he knew it would. All because one Alfred F. Jones couldn't keep to himself. All because Alfred couldn't just-

A choking sound interrupted his thoughts. Arthur froze, turning his hand to look at Alfred. The boy was gawking at him, a hand clamped over his mouth, a look pure of wonder reflecting from his eyes.

"Woah... you got a B? And the rest As?"

Arthur flinched, turning into his shoulder to shield his face. He hadn't said it aloud, and now that he was actually hearing it, he felt even worse. Alfred just had to rub it in. He probably- no, definitely- enjoyed it, too.

I-"

"Wow... you're really smart, aren'tcha?"

He scrunched his face up a tiny bit, blinking in confusion. First, he was being called stupid, and now smart? And why was Alfred complimenting him? Was he keeping his marbles together, or had one slipped away? A B was a B. It wasn't an A, which was the ideal grade, not at all.

"I mean, you're doin' much better than I am. And that's for the entire year!"

Alfred stood, stepping over to his bike to pick up a Captain America themed backpack on the ground. He lifted it, setting it on the bench, and unzipped the zipper quickly. Arthur watched as he dug through the backpack, pulling out folders and notebooks with unfamiliar symbols and characters on them. He only knew that it was Captain America sewn onto the back from Alfred boasting about it a couple weeks before.

Eventually, Alfred reached the desired folder, Arthur taking note of the red and orange robot on the cover as he pulled it out. Opening it, he took out a white paper, nearly identical to Arthur's save for the words printed and the smoothness of it. Alfred held it out, Arthur snatching it from his hands and scanning it. He surprised himself by how eager he was to see how Alfred might have done better than him. But Arthur was shocked to see a mixture of As and Bs and even a couple of- Arthur pushed the paper from his face. he looked at Alfred, lifting an eyebrow. The boy was unsuspecting, grinning at Arthur with unbarred pride.

"You're in an AP class, yet you have a C?"

Alfred's grin dropped, his face slowly scrunching up in confusion. He took the paper back from Arthur, flipping it towards him, leaning in as he read. Then, a bright smile burst and he flung his arms up to the sky in victory.

"Yes!" he yelled to the clouds. He let out a whoop and slowly stepped back a few steps before stopping. "I got a C in English!"

Arthur narrowed his eyes, watching intently as Alfred celebrated. He was in this predicament for a B. If he had earned a C, he didn't dare think about what he would do. But here Alfred was, yelling and jumping around like a fool, a smile on his face nonetheless. How could he possibly be proud of himself?

The arms raised into the air had frozen, staying up where the were a few seconds before finally falling. The cries of joy had ceased, and Arthur wondered what was wrong. What he had done wrong.

Alfred slowly turned back towards him, a faint rosy blush on his cheeks.

"Well, ya see, I'm no good at English. Math n' science are more of my things. So my mom said that if I passed, I could join the baseball team for the year. And I passed it!" He rubbed his hand against the back of his neck, making an uneasy, yet happy smile.

The blood started to rush away from Arthur's cheeks. He flattened his lips, covering his mouth so he won't say or do anything else stupid. Had he actually said that aloud? To Alfred's face? He couldn't believe himself. Sure, the boy annoyed him at times, was loud and obnoxious with his friends, and overall gave Arthur a headache almost every day, but that didn't mean he had to mortify him.

Alfred laughed, a softer one than Arthur was used to, which eased his nerves a little. "Anyways, so ya see, Arthur, people are at what they're good at, and not at what they're not. A B doesn't mean anythin' about ya, and I would tell you the same if you got a U." Arthur shivered at the last part.

While Alfred's words were most likely said to be comforting, it only helped in making Arthur tense, which seemed to be the most common thing for him today. Why couldn't Alfred just realize that sure, it was okay for him to get grades like that, but not Arthur? His parents and his teacher counted on him, they had told him that, and that's exactly what he told Alfred. But the boy just wouldn't listen. Having put away his report card and returning Arthur's, Alfred set his hands to his hips, cocking them to the side, and raised an eyebrow with a skeptical expression on his face.

"They're countin' on ya? That's a pile of bologna if I've ever seen one. Arthur, ain't no one in this entire world countin' on ya to get straight As."

"Y-yes they are. In fact, my mother told me just this morning- yes, this morning, 'I do hope you get a good grade, dear. You're so smart.' She said it!"

"Just because she told ya to get good grades doesn't mean that ya need to work yourself to death. Or that she's going to disown you if ya don't. A B is good too, ya know."

"But it's not good enough for her. Not good enough for me. Plus, how would you know-"

A very wet, very real plock interrupted his sentence. A speck of water hit his nose, deforming into a tiny stream to run down. He looked up, Alfred following his gaze.

The clouds that were white and fluffy earlier were now dark and angry swirls. A heaviness cast over everything, the park, the streets running alongside it, even the two boys. Rumbling thunder sounded in the distance, like an army marching in for battle. A strong, yet gentle wind flew, the nearby swing set softly squeaking as it was pushed back and forth.

Alfred sighed in defeat, lifting his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. He kicked up the stop on his bike, setting his hands the guarded bars. He looked at Arthur expectantly, but the boy just stayed seated, still staring at the sky.

"Arthur."

He slowly lowered his head and turned towards Alfred.

"Just go home. Stayin' out here you'll only get drenched. Arthur shook his head, returning his gaze to the clouds. "I told you I can't. Once she sees it, she'll just send me out."

"Why can't you get it through that thick skull of yours-"

Alfred groaned, rotating around in a circle. Huffing out air, he put two fingers to the bridge of his nose, something Arthur had only seen adults do. "Just- look- if she does kick you out, which I doubt, then you can live with me. Promise. Can we just get out of here? It's gonna start rainin', and I don't wanna get wet."

Arthur nodded, standing. he grabbed his green backpack and starting walking. Alfred quickly caught up, and the two walked to Arthur's house, Alfred wheeling his bike along the way with them. He didn't even have it in him to comment on the annoying squeaking.

When they had finally reached a familiar- well, at least to Arthur- mint green house with a white fence and beautiful flowers lining the hard concrete sidewalk, the sky had long since stood down and poured buckets after buckets. The two were, as Alfred had worried, soaked to the bone. Even when they had practically run as fast as the could the last several hundred feet.

Arthur's mother blanched at the sight of the two boys, their clothes dripping with water, and refused to let Alfred leave back into the rain, no matter how much he had protested. He stayed anyways, having been promised dinner and a phone call to his mother.

The time eventually came for Arthur to show his family his report card. His hands trembled as he offered it, shoulders tense and ready to flee. And while he had expected lots of yelling, looks of disappointment and disgust, what had come instead were supportive smiles and congratulations. Even a few scowls of jealousy. Alfred didn't even need to say it, the "I told you so" hanging in the air between them.

If he were to be honest, Arthur didn't know if Alfred was suddenly his friend, or if this could all reset come the next day. Though, as Alfred looked at him, smile on his face after a particularly amusing conversation, he sincerely hoped that it wasn't the latter.

[schmedterlingfreud]

About Me Challenge

I was tagged by @i-am-the-one-who-wololoes (hello, it’s me T_T)

Name: Federica

Height: 1,53 m (so short, yes)

Star Sign: Taurus

Middle Name: //

Put my music on shuffle, the first four songs that came up were:

- Taikatalavi - Nightwish

- Roke’s Drift - Sabaton

- Jai Ho - Slumdog Millionaire Soundrack

- Lost in Despair - Ensiferum

Grab the book next to me and turn to page 23, what is line 17?:

It’s an old biography about Otto Von Bismarck, written by Emil Ludwig.

“Motley, un americano fine, sereno e spregiudicato, ed il conte Keyserling di Curlandia, uomo maturo e tranquillo, sono rimasti fino alla tarda vecchiaia di Bismarck i suoi unici amici.”

I try to translate, sorry if I’m doing some mistakes: “Motley, a fine, serene and unprejudiced American, and Count Keyserling of Courland, a mature and quiet man, have remained his only friends until the late age of Bismarck.”

Ever had a song/poem written about me?:

Nope, but when I was in Fourth Grade a boy used to write love letter for me. He was really sweet.

Who is your celebrity crush?:

I don’t have any celebrity crush and I’ve never had one. I do usually fall in love with voice actors, but only for their voices and their talent, and sometimes I don’t even know how they look like, so I don’t think it’s the point of the question. I don’t even think that voice actors are considered “celebrities”. Not here in Italy for sure.

A sound I hate, and a sound I love?:

Sound I hate: Slamming doors, or even people who open and close doors. It makes my nerves weak, I hate doors.

Sound I love: "Underwater sounds” like bubbles, rain and thunderstorm, cooking asmr without people speaking, like this youtube channel .

Do you believe in ghosts?:

Yes, but I’ve never seen one.

How about aliens?:

They are real. I like thinking that they’are conscious about us human and that they’re studying us for ages because we are a sort of their experiment.

Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?:

I drive. I’ve never crashed, but once a driver crashed on me. Fortunately I was still and he was very slow, so we didn't get hurt.

The last book I read?:

“Rasputin” by Henri Troyat. 

After that, I re-read “A midnight summer dream”, but it doesn’t really count because it was a re-reading, and now I’m reading  “A History of Twentieth-Century Russia” by Robert Service, which is the most intresting and complete book about Soviet Union/Russia I’ve ever read. Truly recomanded.

Do you like the smell of gasoline?:

Yes, very much, sometimes it drives me crazy.

What was the last movie I saw?:

“Stanno tutti bene” by Giuseppe Tornatore.

I saw it because the American remake “Everybody’s fine” (with DeNiro and directed by Kirk Jones) is one of my favourite movies (I nearly cried when I saw it for the first time), and I was delighted when I found that it was inspired by an Italian movie. 

The original one (Tornatore’s) is fine, it’s a good movie, but the ending it’s too tragic and bitter, so I still prefer the Hollywood remake.

I am particoulary touched by this two movies because I can relate very much with them. It’s a story that speaks about ambitions, parents pressure, hard relationship between father and sons, and childhood dreams crushed by reality.

Do you have any obsession right now?:

Yes, this animash video! I’m not a big animash fan, but this one is so damn good and the song is perfectly matched.

Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?:

Hell yes. The biggest one I have is for my mother, I will keep it till the grave. By now it’s like I don’t have a mother anymore and I don’t even care.

In a relationship?:

No. I’m too selfish to keep a relationship, and now I’m not interested. Sadly, I’m too focused on myself.

I’m tagging... @vanessayayaaa, @aleufreedom, @servuscallidus, @doctorgalaxy101, @rantingfangirl, @whitewoundhospital. Do not feel obligated, of course. ^-^

[sweets-sweets]

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Thank you for responding! Now that I’ve heard- or rather, have read- your plans for Mathias, I think it would be a wonderful idea. It has a lot of room for character development and would show how people can change.

Take your time! Your needs come before the story. I’m sure everyone wouldn’t be complaining if you needed to take a break until you got your medication sorted out.

I’m already really excited for this and curious of how it’ll turn out!