PruCan MPREG: Here I Am 43PruCan MPREG: Here I Am 43 by Lupoartistico
The next half a week was Christmas preparations. Everyone helped out around the house. The tree had already been decorated as soon as they got it home but the whole condo was now being decked in garland and holly. There was a fight over who'd wear the Santa hat this year that Matthew opted out of. In the end, a rock-paper-scissors match determined Francis the winner and Antonio had to wear the elf hat while Gilbert and Matthew got to be reindeer. The house was fully decorated by Tuesday, Christmas Eve. That night, Lovino, Alfred and Ivan came to sleep over and they all had dinner and watched Christmas flicks. Francis was determined to make this an authentic Christmas and forced everyone to go to bed before eleven o'clock, letting Alfred and Ivan have his room for the night.
The next morning, around eight, there was an incessant series of knocking on Gilbert and Matthew's bedroom door. The German yawned and was about to get up to get it but a tired arm held him back.
"It's for me..." Ma
OTP Theme #12: FrUK- Making out"Francis, knock it off."OTP Theme #12: FrUK- Making out by Drum-Styx
Arthur has been trying finish a cross-word puzzle for the last hour. First it was a phone call from his cousin, Alfred, that had pulled him away. Then he had to fold the laundry. Now as he is settling in on the plush burgundy couch, positioned in front of a nice fire in the hearth, Arthur is ready to finish his cross-word puzzle.
And he would have...had his husband not entered the room and plopped down next to him at that very moment.
A curt nod shows Francis that he acknowledges his presence. From the corner of his eye Arthur sees him smile. For a few minutes all is relatively quiet as the Frenchman picks up the months issue of Vogue. Then he feels the weight of the cushions shift. Arthur disregards it.
It shifts again.
Breath on his ear.
Hand on his thigh.
Lips on his neck...
"Francis, knock it off."
It's an innocent enough question, executed innocently. Though, Arthur knows how incredibly un-innocent it really is
OTP Theme #13: FrUK- Eating IcecreamA fire lit in the hearth, Arthur Kirkland sits on a rug right before the dancing flames. The way they move about to such a wonderful random rhythm captivates him, but more over it's absolutely freezing around the rest of his home. Snow had decided to fall exceptionally thick and viciously this winter, and as it stood his power had been knocked out by the latest bout of white and wind. Next to him were a few choice novels, a half-way embroidered handkerchief , and a small battery powered radio that he switched between the local news and classic punk stations.OTP Theme #13: FrUK- Eating Icecream by Drum-Styx
Nearing the end of Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut (A gift from his cousin, Alfred) Arthur is startled back into solid time by a knock at his front door. At first he thinks to disregard it, figuring it's the weather playing tricks on him. But it comes again with a call of his name. Arthur sets his book down and stands to answer, if only to know what idiot would be out at such an our in the raging snow.
"Finally! I thought you
OTP Theme #15: FrUK - Different Clothing StyleArthur raised an eyebrow as he shut his locker behind him. “Francis....what on earth are you wearing?”OTP Theme #15: FrUK - Different Clothing Style by Drum-Styx
The Frenchman smiled, stepping back to give a better view.
“Do you like?”
“I...um...” Yes, he actually liked it, quite a lot. “Why are you wearing that?”
“Don't you know, this is what women like here in America, you silly little Brit.” The man smirked.
“Do they really?” Arthur looked over his friend again. “Did you borrow the pants from Alfred?”
“He took me shopping. He helped me pick out the Levi's and the Romeos.”
“I see...” In all, from bottom to top, he had a pair of brown shoes that Arthur assumed were the Romeos, Levi pants, a blue and green flannel shirt and...
“Are you actually wearing suspenders?”
Arthur couldn't help but laugh.
“What?! What's so funny?”
“I-I'm sorry,” Arthur said, suppressing his giggles.
Wilted Blooms and Burning Flames (GerIta, Part 2)“GERMANYYY!!!!!!”Wilted Blooms and Burning Flames (GerIta, Part 2) by SmartasticalArt
The German groggily opened his eyes at the sound of Feliciano’s cry. That irritating little bastard was getting better and better at sneaking into his bed. It was still dark out.
“Italy, what the hell are you doing in my bed!?” The digital letters on the alarm clock on the nightstand by his bed read 5:11 AM.
“Oh, Ludwig! I had a horrible nightmare! It was absolutely horrible!” Feliciano burst into tears, ignoring Ludwig’s question.
Well, that explains it.
Germany sat up in his bed. Though he couldn’t see him, he could feel the Italian’s shoulders shaking as he wept. “Another one…? Feliciano, you know nightmares are never real. Stop crying. What was it?” Germany asked him gently.
“Oh, Ludwig… I… England… He was chasing me… through a dark forest…” gasped Feliciano between heavy breaths, trying not to cry again.
Nordics x little ReaderIt was sunny morning and (name) was sleeping soundlessly in her bed next to Hanatamago. Her bedroom door then creaked open and reviled one of her uncles, Lukas. The male walked quietly to the five years old girl's bed and sat on the edge of the bed. Lukas shook (name)'s shoulder carefully as the (h/c) haired started to stir. (name) slowly sat up in her bed and opened her (e/c) eyes for her uncle. The girl smiled and tackled the Norwegian into a tight hug.Nordics x little Reader by blue-yellow-cloud
“Good morning uncle Lukas.” (name) chirped. Lukas gave a rare smile and ruffled your messy hair. Sometimes you were just to adorable! Sure; maybe you were a little bit loud some days, but you were still a child, unlike another person he knew ( *cough * Mathias * cough*)...
“God morgen (name), did you sleep well?” he asked and picked you up and you nodded, both heading towards the kitchen with Hanatamago not far behind. In the kitchen (name) saw her other uncle, Emil sitting at the
AmericaXReader: Watching AirplanesBlue eyes are glued to the dark sky, lit only by the silver moon that hangs and the brightness of the airplanes that he watches.AmericaXReader: Watching Airplanes by ForTheLoveOfTwinkies
He doesn’t know how long he’s been sitting, watching; seconds, minutes, hours blur together in his mind and right now he doesn’t want to think about anything. The runway lights are a sort of beauty he had never appreciated before; an artificial gold against the dark blue backdrop of the sky, glinting that reflects off his glasses. They seem to dance in the night and 30,000 feet above him another airplane soars by, leaving nothing in its wake but the remaining twinkle of a light and the swirl of exhaust that mingles within the air.
He’s lost track of how many airplanes he’s counted now, and he’s awed as he watches them fly into the darkness, watches until they’re out of sight and even then his blue eyes squint as he tries to find them again in the night. He’s never realized the simplistic beauty of watching a pla
Neko Axis x Reader (x F.A.C.E)Neko Axis x Reader (x F.A.C.E)Neko Axis x Reader (x F.A.C.E) by blue-yellow-cloud
(name) was going through the streets of (hometown) and tried to repress what happened earlier that evening. It was Christmas day, which meant two things;
One; She was going to celebrate with her two fathers, Arthur and Francis. But also with her older brothers Alfred and Matthew.
Two; She was the one that would keep an eye on them all when the four men started to drink. And according to (name) that was never fun.....
~Flash back is brought to you by Christmas (Yay!)~
It all started like always. They siblings would come around at lunch time to their parents house, and praying it was papa France that was cooking and not England. Some years they were lucky- some year they weren't, but today their prays were answered. Then they would watch a Christmas movie, and because it was Alfred's turn to choose movie they ended up with a Christmas horror movie that wasn't even that scary. Well, at least if you asked everyone else besides Alfred
Child Canada x Reader x FranceChild Canada x Reader x FranceChild Canada x Reader x France by blue-yellow-cloud
A scary dream
It was in the middle of the night and ( country name), or (name) was in deep sleep. That was until you felt her shoulder was shaken by someone, causing (name) to wake up. You opened your (e/c) eyes. Due to the darkness in the bedroom, you couldn't see the person who woke you up. You turned on your lamp on your night stand. You looked down at the floor to see your four year old son Matthew standing there, with tears coming out of his beautiful violet eyes and he was sobbing.
After you picked up Mattie you gave him a big hug and stayed like that till his sobs died out. “What's the matter Matthew? Did you have a nightmare?” you asked. He nodded and looked up at you. “ Maman, do you still love me?” Matthew asked with tears picking in his eyes once again. You were shocked, this wasn't the typical question your Mattie used to ask.
Matthew was the cutest and probably the happiest child you've eve
The CONTEST info QwQThat's time for the CONTEST!! :iconyeahplz:The CONTEST info QwQ by LoveEmerald
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Okie Welcome to the contest Now it's time to make your competition entry... But what..?
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It's mean: Norway <by Himaruya> and my OC- Personification of the Ireland Island
Save Hetalia--save DA--SAVE THE INTERNETHi, I hope for whoever reads this knows the seriousness of what's going on, on 19th of March, ALL OF OUR HARD WORK WILL BE DELETED BY THOSE BASTARDS, SOPA! That's right, they somehow are doing this all over again and we need people to vote and stop this once and for all!Save Hetalia--save DA--SAVE THE INTERNET by theFLUFFisreal
WE NEED YOU TO STOP THEM! We just need 97, 706 votes, or at the very least 100, 000! I know we can all do this, and for those who I never met or favorite me...thank you from the bottom of my heart. If we don't make it out, I wish that I can meet you all one day, I promise to write for you and all the wonderful things in this world...
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STOP SOPAedit: well...WE STOPPED SOPA!!!!!!!!!! now i cant sleep lol, but im so glad we did, so...im really happy! yay!STOP SOPA by my-invader-mia
I have an idea I have an idea for a Hetalia fanfic, but I need to know if anyone would read it.I have an idea by Husky-Bear
It was going to be about the apocalypse in Hetalia, where a few characters turn into vampires. I was going to make their respective partners normal, though, but I haven't figured out the pairings. So, let me know if you'd read it, and if you have pairings for me, that would be helpful.
Because I was thinking that America and Prussia would definitely be vampires, and Canada and Romano would be human, and that's all I've got.
The pairings I was thinking of were: PruCan, RusCan, or USCan, Spamano, and that's about it.
I know it doesn't sound very interesting, but with some peoples' help, it could turn out to be a good fanfic
Comments, please, and thank you~!
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