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Romano continues to be the least subtle at seducing.

Bel for the egregious lack of Bel on my sketchblog. <3

Who says Spain doesn’t partially do it on purpose? ;)
This started out as something else but then I was hit with a fresh wave of caring a whole lot about anime nipples.

Ah, I’m sorry that this isn’t particularly interesting to look at. I’m trying to learn how to color. OTL It’s hardddd. But - smoochy lads for you! Thank you so much for waiting, I know it’s been forever.

MF!! A 1930’s fearless photographer Mattie for you! I realize this may seem strange in its specificity, but it is a throwback to one of the very first requests you sent me with America, and since then I have spent a lot of time with early photography. This is inspired by a certain scene in a (I admit, Russian) documentary in which these ballsy journalist fellows are scaling incomplete bridges and shit to get the shots they want. It seemed like a very Canada thing to do. /o/

Every morning, every evening

ain’t we got fun

I’m sorry but —

fave babes.

Nothing special, just some Mama Greece as Antonio’s and Romano’s mentor, and the dream team of eternal sadness is complete. /o/

Her cynicism comes not just from being a victor, but from losing her only son in the Games two years before AU timeline.

herrhasen:

poison—cupcakes:

germanystuck:

fuckyeahludwig:

deheerkonijn:

Why did I choose GerIta for this? I feel like I’ve kicked a baby unicorn, hahaha.

Thank you so much, I hope you like it! I’m a fandom-baby too - It’s actually been little under a year, even less than that after actually working up the nerve to contribute! Let’s continue to frolic, I love this fandom dearly!! :) <3

D;

Ludwig grabbed Feliciano’s hand in his, not able to stop the tears from streaming down his face. He knew he looked like an idiot. But Feliciano didn’t think that all all, for tears were in his eyes as well.

“I just don’t want to end up leaving you again…” Ludwig barely managed to force out between the sobs. It had been a very long while since he had cried.

“You’re going to stay right here.. I’m sure of it..!” Feliciano weakly encouraged, not believing it himself. His other hand came up to cup the German’s cheek.

The wound in Ludwig’s side only seemed like it was growing. Blood poured onto the hard wooden floor, heavily staining the useless cloth wrapped around it.

“I’m…so sorry…..” Ludwig muttered, his voice growing quieter. Glassy blue eyes staring deep into those of the man he loved, his chest heaved with every breath, quicker and quicker. Black spots started to cloud his vision.

They both knew this wasn’t something they could fix.

“I-I….” Desperately searching for something to say, anything to make him better again, Feliciano found nothing. “I….know… And I know you did your best…” He had given up. Given in to the inevitable. “And I love you for that..” Leaning down, he pressed his lips lightly to the most important person in the world to him. The only one he really cared to make it out alive with. As the Italian man pulled away, he forced a smile. He didn’t want Ludwig to see him sad.

“Feliciano…” Barely a whisper escaped between his cold lips. “I… I……” Voice trailing away, Ludwig’s eyes had glazed over. His hand had fallen limp as well.

Feliciano buried Ludwig into him, kissing the top of his head as if that would bring him back. With his entire body shaking violently, he realized what he must do.

He couldn’t possibly escape the mansion with everyone now. Not that Germany was gone. He would have to go through it all again.

Just like all the other times.

Oh no my heart!! ;_;

“You’re still trying to protect me. Real or not real,” he whispers.

“Real,” I answer. It seems to require more explanation. “Because that’s what you and I do. Protect each other.”