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So there’s a trend that I absolutely hate in online discussions of (non-satirical) genre, particularly genre that’s influenced by the gothic. This trend makes my eyes roll back in my head until I can see through my own skull. It makes me want to bite a car in half. It makes me want to step into the jellyfish tank at the New York Aquarium and beg for the sweet sweet annihilation of a thousand stings. 

I call this trend: Oh Just Be Sensible, and it goes like this:

“Why do vampires always end up covered in blood when they feed, I don’t spill soup all down the front of my shirt when I eat dinner. Real toddler energy.”

“Why do people always cut their hands to swear oaths, everyone knows it would hurt way less on the [insert body part with fewer nerve endings]”

“Vampires shouldn’t be feeding from people’s wrists, it damages the tendons, if doctors don’t take your blood from your wrist, vampires shouldn’t either! No one will be able to flex their fingers the next day.”

(This comes up a lot with vampires, I mention, as I stride purposefully into the glistening mass of jellyfish.)

There are direct answers for some of these when it comes to the practical visual language of a particular medium (for example, you cut your hand on stage / on set because you can hold a blood pack in there, and even if you don’t have an effect, the gesture and its purpose can be discerned from the nosebleeds) but what really gets me is how thematically boneheaded this sort of observation is. 

Like, let’s go down the list here. 

Why do vampires end up covered in their victims’ blood? Well Scoob, do you think it could maybe have something to do with their bestial, inhuman nature? Or with the erotic and sensual abandon with which they can approach violence, now that they’re untethered from human morals? 

Why do people cut their hands to swear oaths? Aside from what I mentioned above, do you think maybe it’s because it adds a layer of gravity to see two people swearing an oath to one another with blood dripping from their clasped hands? Do you think it’s maybe to evoke a unity of body, something greater and more primal than a unity of word? Or maybe to remind us of the dire consequences of breaking a blood oath?

Why are authors having vampires feed from people’s wrists if it damages their tendons? Damn, maybe that’s because it’s where the pulse is. You know, the pulse? The heartblood, the thing that races when you’re scared or turned on or both? The thing that stutters when you’re close to death and could, should the author choose, ring in the vampire’s ears like a chime or a great pounding thunderclap. Maybe in a story about undead beings who drink blood, we can sacrifice a bit of sensible reality in order to enforce the emotion and thematic heft of a scene? 

Images like these communicate what is happening between two characters, not just the events that are transpiring! No one making stories forgot to consider ~sensible~ little observations, because it would be absolutely inane to consider an observation with the creative value of a wet paper towel. This stuff is part of our visual language for a reason! Themes also need to be communicated! 

God, like, okay, I’m exhausted and the aquarium staff keeps yelling at me when they find me here, but let me just wrap up by saying that relationships, character and meaning are expressed in so many ways beyond dialogue or internal monologue, and those expressions are so rarely sensible. 

(Also all this shit looks cool as hell, do you really want your protagonists swearing to die for one another by dabbing their slightly bleeding elbows together, grow up.)

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date night!

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that one nerd LietPol

It was a day like any other. Feliks was on his phone, pretending to text to cover up the fact that he was doing his schoolwork, which he obviously couldn't be caught doing at school, let alone at lunchtime, and Tolys was laying with his head in Feliks' lap, a textbook held cautiously over his head, Feliks' plate of strawberries balanced on top.

This wasn't a particularly extraordinary thing for the other students at East Nova University to see, the two of them always seemed to be together, and touching in some way or another- holding hands, casually bumping shoulders, or even cuddling. Most people just assumed they were dating, and honestly, the sappy, lovesick looks they were giving one another did nothing to dissuade that.

"You're an electron in my 1s shell," Feliks said, rolling a piece of strawberry in sugar, then eating half, dropping the other half in a now-baffled Tolys' mouth. Though, Feliks didn't see why Tolys was so confused, he fed him all the time. Tolys was like a tall, nerdy kitten. He deserved to be pet and fed strawberries.

Once he had swallowed the overly-sweetened fruit, Tolys blinked slowly, tilting his head ever so slightly his confusion. "Feliks... What the fuck does that mean?"

"What does what mean?" The blond absently replied, popping a bit of strawberry into his own mouth, closing his eyes and savoring the sweetened tartness of the fruit.

"The whole 1s electricity thing. What does it mean?"

Feliks arched an eyebrow, looking amused at Tolys' ignorance of chemistry. "It means I won't let you go until I've lost everything else," he replied simply, feeding Tolys another sugar-coated strawberry piece, and Tolys, attempting to hide how pink his face was becoming at Feliks' corny, nerdy sweetness, moved his book back over his head.

Yes, today really was like any and every other.

#aph Poland #aph Lithuania #lietpol #look at these nerds #for clarification feliks is a chem student and tolys is in econ #this was a very specific request on a server to make up for an angsty poland thing I wrote #i promise im working on those asks though i swear

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I attack once more

"Hyunf."

"...What the fuck just came out of your mouth?"

"Nothing!" Feliks has literally no reaction as he chills on the couch with a book. "Literally nothing."

"What was that noise?"

"Hyunf?" Feliks asks, puzzled, still not looking up from his book. "Something I learned from someone somewhere. It's much more fun to say than 'oof'."

"How do you make that noise?"

"Hyunf?"

"Yes!"

"It's not that hard." Feliks shrugs. "You just, like, do it I guess."

"That's not how mouths work!"

"That's how mine does, at least!" Feliks finally looks up from his book, only to stick his tongue out. "Nyeh!"

"How???"

//up to you who the second person is; could be Tolys or Ivan :)

#jade youre amazing #submission #ive decided that feliks is dating both tolys and ivan for this one #because i love ships

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college prumano coward

When Lorenzo first met his college roommate, he absolutely hated him. He hated his charming, cocky grin. He hated his habit of wandering into their room at three in the morning, drunk and singing Broadway hits. Lorenzo even hated how he absolutely insisted upon getting things off the top shelves for him.

However, there were some things that Lorenzo just couldn't bring himself to hate about Gilbert. He couldn't hate the cookies he tended to make at midnight, for example. Or the way that whenever school got too overwhelming. Gilbert would drag him out to do something until he had calmed down a bit.

He couldn't hate that the first time there was a thunderstorm, how Gilbert had guessed what was wrong and held him through the rest, how he had ignored the fact that Lorenzo had been shaking and crying, absolutely terrified. He couldn't hate the way Gilbert had rocked him, singing softly until he had fallen asleep.

Later, as the year went on, Lorenzo found himself hating less and less about Gilbert, and found himself making more and more excuses to spend time with him, even being sad when spring break rolled about, and they each had to go home to their families.

Over that period of time, they texted daily, and though it wasn't quite the same as talking face-to-face, it was nice, and when they saw one another again, Lorenzo wasn't entirely surprised to find Gilbert's lips on his own.

After that, they started to date officially, and honestly, it was nice having someone that would let Lorenzo sit on his lap or cuddle whenever he wanted to, or eat his cooking and even praise it.

So Lorenzo couldn't help but be sad when the end of the year rolled about, when they had to pack up their belongings before they could go back home to Italy and Germany.

He doubted he would ever, ever forget the way Gilbert dragged him into the kitchen at two in the morning, when they both were in their pajamas and almost finished packing, the way Gilbert had pulled him close and started singing. Neither of them were particularly good dancers, but neither of them cared. To them, all that mattered in the moment was the music, Gilbert's singing sending stupid tears down Lorenzo's face, until he was clinging to Gilbert.

"Wise men say only fools rush in

But I can't help falling in love with you

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin

If I can't help falling in love with you?

Like a river flows surely to the sea

Darling so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Take my hand, take my whole life too

For I can't help falling in love with you

For I can't help falling in love with you."

Gilbert was a romantic idiot, but Lorenzo couldn't keep himself from loving him.

#prumano #college au #i love this ship so much #its so soft and sweet #theyre in such love #aph prussia #aph romano #bringbackhetalia2k19 #my heart cannot handle their cuteness #i love them so so much

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RusPol fluff to water your crops

“You know, Ivan, I really hate how strong you are sometimes.”

“You still love me anyways, yes?”

“…I’ll have to grudgingly agree to that statement.”

“Of course!” Ivan agreed happily, while Feliks was flung over his shoulder. “You would have started pounding my back if you didn’t!”

Feliks really didn’t have much of a choice over the being-flung-over-his-boyfriend’s-shoulder, but he did have the option of hitting him. “Thanks for reminding me,” he said with a smirk.

“No problem— wait.” Ivan stopped in his tracks. “What did I remind you of?”

“Nothing~” Feliks practically purred from, well, Ivan’s back. “I just got a really good idea for you.”

“Hn? What is it?”

“You’re ticklish, right?”

A simple enough question. They’ve been dating for years now, so might as well tell the truth. Clearly Feliks is planning something, but Ivan thinks he can handle what Feliks has to throw at him.

“Da.”

Feliks grinned. “Tickle fight!” he shouted.

“Wait what—?!” Ivan yelped as Feliks relentlessly exploited his ticklish spots. “Feliks! I’m carrying you!”

“An advantage is an advantage, Ivan!”

#ruspol #a friend of mine wrote this for me and i love her so much #aph Poland #aph russia #jade is babey #submission #yall dont know how much i love this ship

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yeet :)

They stared at one another, breath fogging in the cold morning air, the air that ran thick with their emotions. Eventually, Łucja spoke, just a single word, ending with a sweet smile that set off her blonde hair and green eyes perfectly. "Yeet," she said, and Viktorija turned away, sobbing.

"What does that even mean?!"

#there ya go jade #your nyo lietpol angst #nyo lietpol #this only took like 5 minutes ok #crackfic

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Can you tell some ships you enjoy? I don't want to ask you to write ships you aren't comfortable so! :'3

Honestly, I like pretty much everything, especially rarepairs

The only ships I'm not comfortable writing romantically are NorIce, Itacest, and Germacest, though those are fine for familial/platonic things

#i also refuse to write those as sexual relationships as well #im fine with almost anything but incest basically #oh and i dont do pedophilia either #i make sure to tag problematic things/ships #as well as common triggers though #thank you for the ask

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tired sentence starters

“rise and shine, honey.” 

“some warm milk should do the trick.” 

“shh, it was a dream. you’re safe. everything’s okay.” 

“i think you need a nap. you’ve had a long day.”   

“why don’t we try a lullaby?”

“i’ll carry you.”  

“can you carry me?”

“don’t forget your stuffed animal.” 

“come lay on my lap and get some rest.”

“ah, ah, ah. medicine and then it’s back to bed for you.”

“will you tuck me in?” 

“did you want me to tuck you in?”

“someone slept in late today.” 

“that was a big yawn.”  

“sweet dreams, honey.”

“what if i have another bad dream?”

“wake up, sunshine. i’ve got a nice breakfast waiting for you.”  

“why does the milk have to be warm?”

“can’t i stay up a little later tonight?”

“tell me a story.”  

“good morning, honey.”

“i’m not that tired.”

#ok so im bored so please

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Maximum Ride — The Angel Experiment  {Sentence Starters}

“It… I’m not an ‘ it ‘.”

“Are there others like you?”

“Well, that’s an evil smile…”

“Yeah, your wing got hit, too.”

“Go ahead and eat. You need to.”

“Excellent. They were flammable.“

“I think the bullet only grazed me…”

“It’s a… wing. My wing. It got hurt, too.”

“We going to storm the place or what?”

“When did they start coming after you?“

“With your wings… can you actually fly?”

“I’ll make sure they treat you right, okay?”

“I don’t want to hurt you. I want to help you.”

“No. Not all of us have superhuman powers.”

“You have two seconds to give me the picture.”

“You’re hurt? Why didn’t you go to the hospital?”

“For the last time, give this up. This is a bad idea.”

“You haven’t been getting very much to eat, have you?”

“I’m not saying that’s what it is. It’s just what it looks like.”

“Is there any reason I shouldn’t teach you a lesson, too?”

“I have to get out of here, okay? Can we just go, now, really fast?”

“Man, you weigh a freaking ton. What’ve you been eating, rocks?”

“Some people just don’t have what it takes to appreciate a cookie.”

“Listen, let’s get out of here, get back home, and make more plans.”

“I didn’t know a van could go up on two wheels like that, for so long.“

“But, you know what? It was almost worth it. The looks on those faces…”

“When are you going to trust me? When are you going to trust yourself?”

“I take it you don’t want me to call your parents? Or the police, either, right?”

“I feel like, like pudding… Pudding with nerve endings. Pudding in great pain.”

“Popcorn for breakfast! Why not? It’s a grain. It’s like, like, grits, but with high self-esteem.“

“The funny thing about facing imminent death is that it really snaps everything else into perspective.“

“Because what’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?“

“Is it important to be right or is it important to do what’s right? That’s one of the hardest lessons to learn.“

#please send me a prompt and a ship or character yall

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Can you write a PolLiet with the prompt "In the darkest of times you were my conscience. "? (I took with from that post you rebloged, I hope you don't mind :'3)

"We've known each other for so long, and been through so much together," Feliks said, his voice thick with emotion and eyes full of tears. "Even when we had no one else, we had each other. And now... now you'll betray me like this?"

Feliks let out a choked sob, the dim lights of the room flickering on his and Toris' faces. "Even when times were dark, and we were apart, I asked myself 'What would Toris do?' before I made any decisions. You were my conscience. But now..."

Feliks took a deep breath and forced himself to continue. "Now, even after all our history together, everything we've been through, you have the nerve to do this. To me, who you've claimed time after time to love."

Toris took a deep breath. "Feliks, you need to calm down and stop overreacting. You're just being dramatic." He rolled his eyes. "Again."

Feliks gasped in offense. "Dramatic?! I am not dramatic!"

"Yes you are." Toris rubbed his eyes, getting a headache from the flickering lights. Why Feliks hadn't replaced them yet was a mystery to him. "This is Monopoly, not a breakup, Feliks. Just admit you lost and be done with it."

"Betrayal is betrayal no matter what form it takes," the blond huffed, annoyed that his theatrics didn't work.

Toris rolled his eyes yet again. "Whatever you say."

#poliet #this was a lot of fun to write #kind of crackish #but fun #lietpol

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APH Rarepair Day One

Theme: Magic

Ship: Poly Magic Trio (England/Norway/Romania)

Words: About 250

Warnings: Mild swearing

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"C'mon, c'mon, hurry up! We don't have all day!"

"Where did you leave the eye of newt?"

"Mustard seed, you mean."

"I know what I said!"

"Bloody hell, I can't stir with you two rushing about like this!"

"Taste this, has it gone bad?"

"Ack, spicy! Lucas!"

"Here."

"Will you stop rushing ab-"

"They'll be any sec-"

"Ow!"

The three young men's arguing cut off abruptly as the pot tipped over on the floor, the contents spreading on the white tile floor.

"Well, this is a mess..." Lucas said, but Vlad just grinned.

"Guess we're ordering a pizza then!" He said cheerfully, kissing first Arthur', then Lucas' cheeks, then pulled his cellphone out to order a pizza.

"Oh, so you're just going to leave us to clean up the mess," Arthur huffed.

"No," Lucas said with a slight smile. "I'll grab your spellbook so you can clean up the mess while I stall our guests until dinner." Arthur looked almost as though he was pouting as his two boyfriends left the kitchen.

"Whoever decided we all should have our brothers over for dinner is a bloody moron..." he muttered to himself, though he shut up when he felt something large and heavy boink his head.

Behind him were his boyfriends, both of them with equally adorable smiles on their faces, smiles that Arthur couldn't help but smile back at.

"Exactly," he said, as Vlad put the spellbook on Arthur's lap. One spell later, the stew was cleaned up off the floor, and the three young men were sprawled across the couch.

Still, he tried to protest being booped like that, though it was ineffective due to the smile on his face. "Hey! What was that for?"

"Calling yourself a moron!" Vlad replied cheerfully, flipping through the spellbook, which made Lucas chuckle softly.

Their little brothers would all be there soon enough, but for now, they were content the way they were: Arthur rereading his favorite book with Lucas on his lap and Vlad curled up with the two of them.

It was perfect.

#aphrarepairweek2019 #poly magic trio #this is mindless fluff i had fun with ok #sorry its not very long #polyamory #fluff without plot

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From Point A to Point B

It started simply, as all things do. A smile here or there, an unexpected laugh in the darkness. Secrets exchanged in the dark, laughs and smiles and even tears. Of course, they had fought, Łucja and Viktorija, as everyone did, but they made up. They always did.

For years they had pined. After all, they were friends, and only that. Everyone knew that. They were fools, idiots too in love to realize that the other loved her back, until one day, Viktorija caved, kissing her best friend abruptly. To her surprise, the strong-willed Łucja melted in her touch.

Their romance was dizzyingly fast, yet sweet and tender. Not much changed between them, other than their feelings were more open, and they kissed rather frequently. They were still fools in love, even as they stood there, their eyes, the different shades of green locked, both dressed in white as they softly murmured their vows.

The priest spoke his bit, those few precious words that would finish the deal. "You may now kiss the bride." Łucja and Viktorija exchanged a gentle smile, then their lips pressed together. The crowd cheered, and for that moment, everything was perfect.

#nyo lietpol #nyo poland #nyo lithuania #one of my friends requested fluff #nyotalia #i threw this together in 15 minutes #sorry if its bad #no im not #i didnt edit it lmao

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* (  REIGN /  SENTENCE PROMPTS. 

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

❛ How many people have you killed? ❜

❛ History is a strong word. It was more of a… dalliance. ❜

❛ Have you ever wanted something so much that the fear of not getting it makes you wonder if you ever should have wanted it at all? ❜

❛ I don’t want to live without you and after this I won’t have to.  ❜

❛ No one will ever keep us apart again. ❜

❛ Men in general like to win. ❜

❛ Well, your taste in men always did leave something to be desired. ❜

❛ In the darkest of times you were my conscience. ❜

❛ The more we try to help each other, the more harm we do. ❜

❛ I lose everyone I love. ❜

❛ What odd turns our lives have taken. ❜

❛ I don’t give my heart or give up easily. ❜

❛ You have to admit, your fate does have a sense of humor. ❜

❛ I need to forget a ridiculous, childish idea that I could love someone, they could love me, and nothing else mattered. ❜

❛ There is always risk. At least when you love someone it’s worth taking. ❜

❛ I never said I was a good man, but one can receive good advice from a bad person.❜

❛ Love is never simple. Not that I’m any expert. ❜

❛ Are you wearing mink-lined boots? ❜

❛ Well if I have to run I want to look good doing it. ❜

❛ We were supposed to dance under the stars. ❜

❛ Maybe there is no magic but what we make for ourselves. ❜

❛ If the price is my life, I will give it. ❜

❛ I can’t bear to think about a future anymore, not without you. ❜

❛ What good is right or wrong if you’re dead? ❜

❛ Men don’t like taking orders from women. ❜

❛ And real love never fades, not truly. ❜

❛ Just know whatever happens, this is not the end I dreamed for us. ❜

❛ Do not test my power and do not tempt my fury. ❜

❛ If I’m as responsible as you say, I will never forgive myself. ❜

❛ I will spill blood to defend what’s mine. ❜

❛ Men forget, that woman have ears. ❜

❛ Duels only lead to dead men, not respect. ❜

❛ I am trying to be better! ❜

❛ You’re a monster. ❜

❛ You are a necessary evil whose orbit I can’t seem to escape. ❜

❛ I opened my heart to a liar. ❜

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Snowflakes and Ash

25 February, 1947

Diary entry no. 276,483

As of today, I am no longer a nation. The Allies have forced the dissolution of my state, which really sucks, actually. Though my strength has been fading for a couple years now, I’m no stronger than the average human, and my strength is still leaving. As awesome as I am, I’m disappearing. I’m scared. No. I will do this with strength and courage, like everything else. I am still awesome, and will be so forever.

Prussia paused, tapping his pen on his desk. He was tired, so tired, yet he had the nagging feeling that he was missing something. Something big, something important. Did his brother know he was fading? West was smart. He should know. Would he be upset? Questions burned through his mind, and the things he never got around to saying beat at his brain until he just wanted to close his eyes and give up, to just fade away and disappear.

But he couldn’t. Not yet. He still had things he needed to do. 

He ripped a page from the back of his book, an atrocity he never would’ve committed under any other circumstances. He would leave a note, yes, that was a good idea. He would leave a note to say all the things he never got a chance to say in person, advice he never got to offer.

Hey West and all you other people,

I guess I should get this out of the way now, instead of later. If you’re reading this, I’m dead. The awesome me has vanished. Wait! Don’t start crying. I still have some more things to say.

West- You’re my baby bro. Even though you got your butt kicked (again), I’m still proud of you.

Prussia paused again, tapping his pen on his desk impatiently. His thoughts were scrambled, he couldn’t think straight.

Keep your chin up, West. Work hard, but don’t forget to have some fun. Have lots of fun, actually. You’re too much of a hardass all the time. Loosen up and smile. Read my diaries and try to emulate me, if you’re having trouble.

Italy- You’re a sweet kid. Keep smiling, but don’t forget you need to work hard too. Work hard, play harder, and enjoy your naps. Oh, and bug West for me. He’s too serious, but you can make him smile. Keep being sweet, Italy.

Once again, he paused. Who else could he write to?

Romano- Just so you know, you’re nothing like your brother. You don’t smile often, you swear even more than my awesome self, and you’re bitter, but that’s not a bad thing. You don’t have to be like Veneciano, because that’s not who you are. You’re a short little asshole, but that’s not a bad thing. Even though we never got along, I do admire you. You work hard, and have your priorities in order, but it wouldn’t kill you to smile, you know. Or maybe it would, who knows.

Spain- Thanks for the help during the war, even though we lost, which really sucks. And you were kinda frustrating when you stopped me from beating up France. And you also helped the Allies. You’ve been a good friend most of the time though. Remember all the times that we pranked West? Those were the good times. Just keep smiling.

Prussia paused yet again, his pen tapping in his desk. That might leave a stain. He would care if he was in a better mindframe, but he had so much more he needed to say. 

France- I have only one thing to say to you. I’m going to kick your ass next time I see you, you traitorous bitch. I thought we were friends! Friends don’t stab each other in the back. 

America, Russia, China, and all you other Allied Bastards- See France’s note. Also, I hate you all. Kiss my ass and go to hell.

Was that a bit harsh? Oh well, it didn’t matter. Prussia didn’t really care, they had beat him and insulted his pride. Still, maybe he could soften the blow a little. There was one Ally that had never done anything to him. He thought. He wasn’t sure. 

Except you, Canada. As far as I know, you’ve never personally offended anyone ever. Also, your pancakes are so good, even if you did, I forgive you because I’m awesome.

Was that any better? Whatever, it wasn’t like Canada would ever read it. Now, to write other things, less unpleasant things, to his two oldest friends. 

Austria- You’re conceited and stingy, and even though we fought a lot, you were still a pretty good friend. Remember when I occupied Silisia? You hated me for that, even though I totally needed it, you stingy bastard.

Hungary- Remember how we used to fight all the time, back when I was still the Teutonic Knights? Yeah, that was a long time ago. At least we mostly get along now. Usually. At least we had some fun. Remember how surprised I was to find out that you’re a girl? Yeah, that was weird. Anyway, annoy Austria for me, will ya?

Prussia paused. Did he sound casual enough? Yes, probably. Was he missing anyone? Well, Lithuania, but Prussia doubted he would appreciate being called out for hating him for no apparent reason. Same with Poland. Prussia had heard that Poland was back, after vanishing for so many years. Sighing heavily, Prussia’s pen went back to paper, and he began to write once more.

Poland- I know that we don’t get along very well, after I ended up living in your house, and we fought, so I had to move back in with West, but you are incredibly resilient. You’re tough, don’t die easily, and are (I literally can’t believe I’m writing this) brave. You really are the Phoenix.

To anyone I missed-- Keep smiling. Don’t cry too much because I’m gone. You all are awesome, almost as awesome as I am.

Prussia paused again, frowning slightly, then scribbled one more sentence.

Don’t forget about me. -Prussia  

Prussia folded the note in half and sighed heavily, flipping back to his diary. His handwriting was getting worse, shaky almost to the point of illegibility, but he had to finish this. Pen went to paper once again, and he continued writing. 

I wrote a letter for West and everyone else so I could tell them the things I wanted them to know. I was totally nice about it too! I mean, obviously, I was. I’m always nice.

I feel weird though. Is this what it’s like to vanish? If I come back, I’ll tell you what happened, and if I don’t... Well, I guess you already know. 

For the last time,

Gilbert Beilschmidt

The Kingdom of Prussia

Forever awesome  

He sighed, closing his dairy. His eyes swept the room one final time. It was neat, orderly, with a small bookshelf with all of his diaries from the past decade or so, the bed made with a prestigious neatness, the old sword from his days as a teutonic knight above it. He staggered over to it, the tiredness tugging at his very bones, and pulled the sword down before collapsing against the wall. He slid to the floor, his eyes closing. The sword was tight in his grip as he sighed, his final breath long and slow as his body finally dissolved, falling into a fine ash that swirled, mingling beautifully with the snowflakes drifting in the cracked-open window. 

The sword clattered on the floor, and Prussia was no more. 

#aph prussia #is this angst? #i dunno #its kinda prucan but oh well #i like prucan #i actually have a second part to this half written in my docs #where he comes back #so hmu if you want it #i need to write more anyways #spam me please #i beg you #also the sequel is prucan #because apparently that's all i'm ever motivated to write #oof i really cant write angst though #but it was worth the effort #of course i wait till his his deathday to put this out #go figure

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PruCan Fic Idea

Matthew volunteers at a hospital + reads to people in comas 

One day he “meets” Gil 

Who was in a bad car cash 

And like 

Even though he looks like shit 

And he’s on life support 

He’s way attractive 

And looks like an angel or smh 

And just seems more... there than the others 

Like he vaguely knows what’s going on 

So Matthew reads to him more than other people 

Goes in there more and more

For whatever reason no one’s in there when he is though 

For a couple months 

Then one day he walks in on Gil with a bunch of other people 

Panics and runs away 

Too scared to come back for a while

Also he had no clue why they were there 

But Francis recognized him 

Anyway, no one ended up telling Matthew that Gilbert had woken up and that’s why everyone was there

So Mattie went to read to Gil again

And is about halfway through the chapter when Gilbert, laying perfectly still with his eyes shut corrects him on the pronunciation of a word 

And Matthew runs away super embarrassed 

Later Gil rants to the rest of the BTT 

About the cute guy that was reading him Harry Potter 

And Francis gets this look 

And rushes out of the room to call Matthew to get him with Gil and fix their stupid embarrassing misunderstanding 

Long awkward gayness later they get married the end 

#prucan #fanfic #idk i came up with this at two in the morning #and didn't want to write it out #so bulletpoints it is #have fun #why have i been writing so much prucan anyways #oh well it doesnt matter