AND BONUS BY MA FRIEND:
AND BONUS BY MA FRIEND:
See? This is why I can’t get anything down the shops - everyone is hoarding the essentials!
((im trying to hold myself back from making an ask blog for her, i already have 2 to manage lol
Sweden from Hetalia
First kiss / prumano / 144 words
Instantly, Gilbert knew this was not Lovino’s first time kissing. The way his lips moved, his hands settling on his lower back to keep him close. His returns feel clumsy and awkward. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, becomes too focused on the technicalities. Is he using too much teeth? Is there a certain point they use tongue? Is now too soon?
Lovino pulls back and gives him a confused look. Then he frowns. “Look, if your not into this-”
“No!” Gilbert’s cheeks redden at how loud he sounds. He coughs. “No, it’s just…”
Lovino stares at him. Then the pieces click and he smirks. “Did I just take your first kiss?” Gilbert feels his face burn and ears grow warmer as Lovino starts to laugh.
Lovino kisses him again. Lighter this time. Apologetic. “It’s fine. I’ll show you.”
28.01.2018 - 29.03.2020
let’s draw with communists— 🌻✨🐼
Molossia still doesn’t know why he loves this dumbass bitch
Inspiration: Burning Pile by Mother Mother
Est. time: ~1 hour, 30 min
tried new brushes
I’ve been watching trashy horror movies today and I can’t help but think about a typical slasher scenario (Hills have eyes, Wrong Turn, etc) clashing with Hetalia.
Like let’s say Prussia and Germany are just on an innocent hike, enjoying grand German nature, and end up in a similar situation, only our psychotic inbreed cannibals (who believe they have everything perfectly figured out) have no idea that they are dealing with timeless beings that went through multiple wars, have incredible survival abilities and experience, and the bros end up blowing up their whole evil lair to smithereens. And also get a deep bonding moment in the process of course. Nothing helps with difficult family relations like some good ol cannibal massacre.
Or maybe not a slasher, but like a torture-porn type movie, think Hostel or the Saw, when the murdered thinks he has them caged and under his control and they end up completely owning his ass.
Damn I would watch that movie.
I had to move back home due to current events, and I’m really missing Estonia. Drawing the APH version will have to suffice for now!
She so pretty and precious.
•Dont tell me my art is trash, I already know•
Aldo is a big rowdy dog
You know what I think is underrated in Hetalia fandom? Prussia-Italy’s relationship. I don’t really see them as a pairing (Gerita is always in my heart), but more as siblings? Or even as mentor-student relations? Yeah, something close to the last ones
I see Prussia as one of the key roles in Italy’s childhood, like Austria, HRE, and Romano. I think, he was the one, who gave Feli a chance to be a normal boy with normal interests (like, fighting, rules violating, pranks over Austria and so on), to have an ability to share his thoughts and feelings, and not just to be an underage maid with no rights and freedom. I believe he was also the one, who instills Italy’s love of fencing. And Italy in reply sees Prussia as one of the closest persons he could have (with Roma and Germany in this list). He knows, that he can trust him, rely on him and tell him some things, he would never tell Germany or his own brother. Prussia is used to care about this little child (He remembers Ita when he was a kid, and thinks nothing has really changed since then) and Italy is used to take this care and give his appreciation and love.
God, I’m so in love with this relation…..
As CEO of IKEA, he can give whatever you want
thank you for 100!!!!
“Is the state thing Thursday?” Matthew asked.
America shook her head. “Wednesday. Then back here.”
“We’ll just go until we get sick of it.“ Canada said. He stubbed out his cigarette on the base of the window-frame, immaculate white, save for the small collection of dust and a dead bee. He leaned back in his seat, cocking his head at his sister, the side of his mouth turned upwards in what America could only decipher as sarcasm and amusement.
"Those after-dinner parties are more like school dances in the gym.” Matthew shifted again, resting his chin in his hand. . “Why do they have to invite the Yale party candidates? It’s stupid.”
Amelia shrugged. “Old things win out, I guess. Wiser.”
“We’re old,” her brother replied, and they shared a smirk. “Not very wise.”
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