Posts tagged hetalia
Posts tagged hetalia
ALL THE GERMANS ARE LIKE BUFF MENLY MEN GRRRRR
And then there’s Austria
i would bring up liechtenstein but i mean come on she could probably beat his ass into the ground
jesus christ, IT’S DONE
Get the cool shoe shine! /dies
Word count: 31,580
Summary: The FBI has a lot of secrets. One of them is the location of Arthur Kirkland, a man who can read minds. When an agent goes missing and Agent Jones needs Arthur’s help on a mission, things get complicated. USUK, some FrUK.
I just felt like going back to basics for a bit after rereading a ton of usuk fics on my trip haha!! <33 my kokoro will always be full of these two
Warnings: Profanity and alcohol consumption.
Summary: Arthur’s room-mate reveals a secret. But does Arthur get to act on this new information if the only reason it was shared was a drunken frat party?
Notes: So many fics have Arthur/England pulling a boozy confession, so I kind of… did whatever the heck this is.
What’s not to love about this picture? One, there are cats in it, and two, they’re watching Hetalia.
who converted them to doitsuism
“If it looks like something anyone could write, we’d rather pass.”
He was looking at me as though that was last thing he had expected me to say. Then his expression softened and he smiled—just a wry twist of his lips, but one that made his whole face light up. “As I have read my fair share of cheap novels, I think I’ll at least be able to recognize those.”
I grinned back, my gaze lingering on his eyes for just a moment too long. “Great. Then let’s get started.”
Proof that I am actually working on this chapter. ;)
I WENT TO WATCH MY SCHOOL’S THEATRE PRODUCTION TODAY AND APPARENTLY THIS DUDE (AN ACTOR) CONFESSED TO THIS GIRL RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE CAST AND CREW ONCE THE CURTAINS CLOSED AT THE END OF THE PERFORMANCE so obviously that means i have to substitute Guy and Girl with alfred and arthur in fic
The curtains were closing after the curtain call and all the actors on stage were grinning like madmen as the audience clapped and cheered for them and their months and months of hard work, of reading lines and late-night rehearsals, and every single actor was feeling the sort of euphoria that only comes from being on stage, an almost overwhelming happiness that was making them feel lightheaded—
Every actor, that is, but Alfred, who instead felt as if he was going to throw up at any given moment. The strange combination of relief after a successful show and nerves for what he was planning to do next congested in the pit of his stomach and made him want to simultaneously do a cartwheel off the edge of the stage and just get on with it already and seize the boy standing next to him and kiss the grin right off his face.