For beloved prooshi, extremely late bday art @proosh
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fran when gil starts dragging him to the gym
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France loves to tame a good brat. Tying England's arms back and sitting him on his thigh to force his hips to grind against him. Putting a leash and muzzle on Prussia to tame the stupid mutt when he disobeys his orders. Tasking Romano to do a few chores with some special toys under his clothes and for every job complete, another orgasm he's rewarded.
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really really really like gil and feliks as two insufferable egocentric self-centered assholes that over and over again end up hanging around together because everybody else is too fed up with them (related)
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May I request some FraPru? Thank you ❤️
Here you go! I wanted them in smth like XV century (for no reason really)
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|| Here's some FraPru (or PruFra? There's no defined top w them)
I felt like it was important they kiss too. Just a little.
Frenemy things, yknow. ||
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Frapru is funny to me because it’s like if the two most embarrassing people in Ludwig’s life decided to team up to cause him the most agony possible.
For all his life he was raised with the idea of François as the enemy, and now François is sobbing at Microsoft Excel because he’s been trying to resize a fancy lil chart into the cells for forty-five minutes.
“Why,” Ludwig asks.
François paws haplessly at the mouse (catlike, too, with wide, wet eyes).
“In a better time I would have drawn this,” he gripes. “I would have had it on typewriter and I would have had myself a good pen—”
Ludwig is uncomfortable. And confused. “That is the interns’ schedule. It doesn’t need a pie chart.”
“It does, mais non, you do not understand!” —Ludwig watches a stray movement cause the chart to vanish. François is too worked up to notice— “If you were to give an intern a mere table they would be lost immediately. You are cruel to them, Ludwig. They shall have grey hairs by the next year.”
Ludwig makes the executive decision to ignore his wailing.
It isn’t even 4pm. If François toys with Microsoft Excel for the next two hours he could even have him out of the secretaries’ hair (and pants) during the workday for once. So he sighs, checks his watch to be sure, and starts off toward his desk again when something else catches his eye.
François, with his arms drawn up like a marionette’s, fingers poised on the keyboard like he’s been practicing. Alt and then F4 jabbed with all the grace of a gawky crane. The cells flicker to a chat headered with what he specifically recognises as his brother’s contact.
He doesn’t know how Gilbert managed to take that picture from that angle. Beneath his desk. Nor how he managed to get his trousers back on so quickly. Nor did he want to know he was not wearing any underwear. Were those garters?
Ludwig snaps his gaze to his brother’s desk. Gilbert remains squinting at a perfectly decent report. He sips from his mug dutifully.
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Francis didn't allow him the honor of sitting in his makeshift prison cell all by himself. No, instead, he dragged Gilbert up out of the dirt and brought him into his own chosen bench for sleeping. He scoffed when Gilbert sneered quizzically at him. Words, flapping of the jaws that made Gilbert relax, watch with non-comprehension as Francis explained whatever the fuck he found so important he needed a witness as miserable as him.
A hand came up to touch Gilbert's face, and he bit it. Francis swore, it must be a swear for as pissed off as it sounded, and he stuck the bitten skin into his own mouth with a tear dripping down one cheek.
@hetalia-rarepairweek Day 3: Apocalypse & Saying good night
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the appeal of frapru to me is grounded in their narrative dynamic of the imperious golden sun prince finding the wretched boy-knight of the monastic order a cute, but ultimately irrelevant, curiousity on the very frontier of Christendom and then centuries later finding himself with a bloodied nose at Rossbach, equal parts horrified and fascinated when it turns out that boy-knight has reforged himself again and again into something resembling a kingdom and, more importantly, an honest to god rival to him. therein lies the key narrative tension and I find it just endlessly delicious.
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TW: NSFW PRUFRA/FRAPRU - (Unfortunately) Not inclusive content for people with low vision because censorship
1/3 TOP Prussia/Bottom France
2 TOP France/Bottom Prussia
4 Non-graphic bl0w j*b and sweet kissing
Meanwhile, somewhere in the Reino de España, Antonio: I'm pretty sure I'm being excluded from something…
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Started with my thirst towards Francis waist, ended up with another twitter meme and my attempt to get used drawing Gil so he wouldn't ended up looking like Artie
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HC/Idea I don't think I'll use, posting this for the shippers.
Now that Prussia is just a "retired" country, he could work in whatever german embassy or consulate of your choosing *wink*. I assume he has the bureaucratic experience (prussian civil service tradition blah blah...) and he is a nerd so (could be a translator too)....
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