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liemurienn · 9 months

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truth or dare game but most importantly gilbert beilschmidt’s first kiss

#LAME ART from 4 months ago that i still find a bit funny #bft #hetalia #hws spain #hws france #hws prussia #pruspa #frain #prufra #mine

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goldammerchen · 1 year

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HC/Idea I don't think I'll use, posting this for the shippers.

Now that Prussia is just a "retired" country, he could work in whatever german embassy or consulate of your choosing *wink*. I assume he has the bureaucratic experience (prussian civil service tradition blah blah...) and he is a nerd so (could be a translator too)....

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bunny-bun-draws · 3 months

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2/3 of HWS Anthology pieces

There's a part of the zine dedicated to ships polaroids, so of course I had to participate and give the world some of the precious boys that are PruSpa~ they probably just had a nice date and decided to take a pic together!

Keep encouraging you all to go check the @hws-anthology!! Give lots of support to everyone that worked on it!

#bunny draws #hetalia #aph #hws #aph prussia #aph spain #hws prussia #hws spain #pruspa #hetalia pruspa #hetalia fanart #hetalia spain #hetalia prussia

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mpregfrance-deactivated · 3 months

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Prussia: *texting Romano* i'm in spain

Romano: ....Without the P?

Prussia: nah bro i peed in him epic style

Prussia: [1 attachment]

#sorry this is cringe #incorrect quotes #incorrect hetalia quotes #pruspa #aph prussia #aph spain #aph romano #tw piss #?

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dino-i · 4 months

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I miss those ship thingies so I made my favourite Spain ship

Too bothered to draw rn

#aph spain #hws spain #hetalia #hetalia axis powers #hws prussia #pruspa #aph pruspa #spapru #aph prussia

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ziashetalia · 11 months

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【APH】無題【落書き】 Pixiv ID: 61980386 Member: 2809420 - まきがね

※Posted with the artist’s permission ~Please ask the artist first if you want to repost the artist's art~

#hetalia #aph #frapru #aph france #aph prussia #prufra #rp #pruspa #aph spain #spapru #nyotalia #dancing #2809420 #Pixiv ID: 61980386 #pixiv art #pwgbta #ziafauq

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labitchette · 1 year

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Spain: Please don't sleep all day, Lovi.

Romano: I won't but WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WAKES UP AT 5AM?

Spain: I don't think Gilbert has ever been on his right mind. 😔

Prussia: HEY!

Lovi: True

Prussia: I'M DIVORCING BOTH OF YOU. I DON'T CARE WE AREN'T MARRIED.

shoutout to @paperuniverse for rping this with me.

#aph spain #aph romano #aph south italy #aph prussia #hws spain #hws romano #hws south italy #hws prussia #source: me and paper :)#spamano #prumano #pruspa

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helianskies · 4 months

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'please don't fall!' for PruSpa :)

why of course >:3

Ladder

“Do you want me to hold the ladder?”

“I'm fine, it's not that high!”

“It was just an offer!”

“Oh, God, be careful up there, Gilbert! Please don't fall!”

“No point appealing to him,” Mikkel tells Antonio, who has just wandered into the room. “Stubborn as hell, as always!”

“I’m fine, seriously,” Gilbert assures them both all the same. “Your concern is flattering, but totally unnecessary!”

The three of them are amongst a small group of volunteers (or ‘elves’ as it had been put) to help decorate ahead of the annual holiday get-together. This year, it has become Francis’ undertaking, but as if he was going to get up a ladder and decorate the Christmas tree himself! Gilbert has a list of strict instructions (which he’s mostly ignored so far) and as he approaches the top, he’s glad he’s nearly finished.

But of course, being all the way up a ladder while decorating what was apparently a ten foot tall tree is ‘alarming’. Gilbert’s been dealing with Mikkel’s disguised worry for the last twenty minutes, but now that Antonio is now also here, he just knows it’ll worsen. Darn old men and their weak, weak knees! Not everyone is a liability!

As predicted, nevertheless—

“Do you want me to hold the ladder?” Antonio offers as well, hands on hips as he watches on from below. “Or maybe one of us should go up there instead…?”

Gilbert waves him off, and continues titivating the silvery tinsel. “I’m almost done,” he says by way of reassuring him, the worry-wart.

“I’m gonna leave you to it,” Mikkel surrenders with a gentle sigh. “Reckon I’ll be more use elsewhere.”

“Yep!” Gilbert agrees, eyes still glued to his work.

He hears some mumbling from below—Antonio and Mikkel exchanging some quiet words and a laugh about something, he notes—before one person’s footsteps pad away, and the room falls silent once more.

The silence only lasts so long, though.

“I’m looking forward to tonight,” Antonio muses. A quick glance down reveals that he’s looking around the room, at the tall ceilings, the chandelier, the snow-adorned garlands… “Something about Fran’s parties are always so magical, don’t you think?”

Gilbert hums along to appease him. He isn’t sure if ‘magical’ is the word. But he will admit he enjoys these nights, the festivities, the friends, the laughter… That’s what the holidays have come to mean: spending time with the important people in his life while they can.

But then Gilbert finds himself, after a moment, looking down once more. Below him, Antonio is eyeing some of the decorations already on the tree—glass baubles, ceramic birds, hand-painted globes—and a small smile seems to have appeared on his face, eyes wide like a child in a sweet shop.

Antonio is an even bigger fan of the holidays. For the same reasons, at heart. But there’s a part of him that also just loves the lights, the ornaments, the wreaths—every little detail. And even if he maintains his traditions in January, Antonio has not shied away from Christmas Day celebrations either in recent years. Gilbert likes seeing him enjoy himself in that respect. There was a short period where his presence was… Well…

It’s good to see him.

“Oh my gosh, I f—”

“FUCK—!”

“GILBERT!”

It happens so fast. There’s a wobble, then more wobbling, and then only falling.

It feels funny. A leg slips briefly between rungs—a misplaced foot is the root of his problems—and he feels himself fall backwards, light, helpless, fast. He braces himself in that single second to hit the ground—maybe even the ladder—to hit his head, or hurt his back, or land on a shoulder. Sustaining an injury is far from ideal, especially since these days he’s not quite so well-equipped to heal, but if he—

He does not hit the ground, but something just a little bit softer. Something that has arms that try to catch him, and something that inevitably falls down beneath his weight.

So much for not falling!

But that fall has repercussions, now, on more people than just himself.

With a groan, Gilbert tries to move and get up. Antonio, however, who is beneath him and sprawled across the floor, asks him, strained and quiet, to stay put.

Gilbert worries. His arse hurts, as does his shin. He’s glad to see the ladder went towards the tree and that Francis’ baubles survived the ordeal, but…

“Are you okay?” he asks Antonio, who still holds him, arms wrapped around Gilbert’s torso.

“Eh…” His breathing is a bit heavy, yet bated. “I thought I told you not to fall…”

“Yeah, well,” Gilbert scoffs, “you made me jump!”

“And you’re welcome for saving your neck!”

With that, Gilbert carefully pries himself from the other’s grasp and slowly sits up. Antonio softly groans, and decides to stay lying down; the other perches next to him, his own heart still racing a bit, and they look at each other.

The worry is certainly mutual.

“You okay?” Gilbert asks again, another layer to his question implied in the way his face morphs.

“Sore,” Antonio says. “Gimme a minute. I’ll— I’ll be fine.”

“Idiot.”

“Well.” His smile returned, albeit somewhat mischievous. “After that, I guess you could say you—”

“Don’t.”

“—fell for me?”

“Ugh.”

“The heck happened to you two? I heard a scream!”

Gilbert rolls his head to the side and finds Mikkel, reemerged at just the right time, and in a dramatic display of surrender, he riffs a slew of curses and joins Antonio on the floor properly.

Paying no mind to Mikkel’s presence, then, Antonio seeks out Gilbert’s hand and holds it gently in his own. It is warm. It is kind, in spite of what has just occurred between them. And Antonio looks at him with such warmth, too, and Gilbert looks back, and the other smiles once again, and Gilbert warms and buzzes and breathes and—

“No more ladders for you, Gil.”

“If you say so, Toni.”

And with that, their laughter only resumes.

[ fic collection on ao3! ] [ prompts list here! ]

#helia writes #hws spain #hws prussia #pruspa #no more ladders for gilbert #got a life ban #the first of the holiday fics had arriiiiived #i am working slowly thru them so do bear with #and thank you anon for requesting these buffoons 🍪 <3

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koolkat9 · 2 years

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Heta-Poly Week 2022: Day 3

@heta-polyweek2022 @magictrio1118

Rating: T

Relationship: BFT + England

Word Count: 809

Author’s Note: Kind of, very self-indulgent, but whatever. I want to get this out.

What a Crummy Day

“What a crummy day,'' Francis cried dramatically as he stared out the window. “There goes all of today’s plans.” He, Gilbert, and Arthur were visiting their boyfriend Antonio in Spain. Francis had planned all kinds of outdoor activities during their two-week stay, but the weather had different plans.

On their very first full day in Spain, they woke up to a cloudy sky, and by breakfast, it was raining. “Even Spain gets spring showers,” Arthur noted in an attempt to comfort the devastated Frenchman.

“But we were supposed to walk the town today.”

“We can always do that tomorrow,” Gilbert chimed in. He wrapped his arms around Francis’s waist and rested his head on their shoulder. “Or any other day over these next two weeks. We have plenty of time.”

“But…But–”

Arthur rested his head on Francis’s shoulder. “After that plane ride yesterday, I think this is a blessing in disguise. We can get settled and relax a bit.”

“I guess…”

Gilbert and Arthur guided a disappointed Francis over to the couch. “Toni,” Gilbert called.

“Si?” Antonio replied, poking his head out of the kitchen where he was busily making breakfast.

“Where are your blankets?”

“In the closet, in the hall.”

Gilbert took off towards the hall, leaving Francis and Arthur alone. Arthur rested his head on Francis’s lap. “It’s not that big of a deal you know…” the Brit murmured.

“It is to me. I was looking forward to it.”

“Isn’t it us being together that matters?” Antonio chimed in. He entered with a tray of magdalenas and ensaimadas, freshly baked. “That’s why you three came in the first place right?”

“I guess…”

Spain gave Francis a cheery smile, kissing the top of his head before placing the tray on the coffee table and snuggling up against their other side. “Plus! Now we have an excuse to cuddle all day.”

Arthur rolled his eyes with a groan, but he didn’t have much room to complain considering how comfortable he looked against Francis’s thigh. He was about to complain when a pile of blankets was tossed on top of the three of them.

“Why didn’t you wait for me?” Prussia said with a pout.

“Don’t complain,” Francis tsked, “We have plenty of time for all kinds of cuddling after all.”

Gilbert’s pale skin became a striking scarlet upon his own words being thrown back at him. He tried to sputter out some complaints, but it came out jumbled. So, instead, he settled next to Arthur, the his legs coming to rest across Gilbert’s lap.

“Comfortable?” Gilbert asked with an amused huff. It wasn’t often Arthur was this openly cuddly, so the sight of him curled up across them like this immediately improved the German’s mood.

Francis’s hand tangled in Arthur’s hair, scratching at his scalp. Arthur hummed in approval. “He’s like a cat,” Francis whispered to Gilbert. Gilbert snickered.

“Oi! What are you two gossiping about?” Arthur hissed.

‘Still, just like a cat,’ both Francis and Gilbert thought.

“Awww,” Antonio cooed, “Te ves tan lindo mi conejito.”

Arthur was about to protest further when there was a sudden loud boom. All four lovers tensed at the sound before falling quiet. Arthur began shaking slightly, and Francis’s hand in Arthur’s hair tightened. “H-Hey now…” Antonio said. He put an arm around a still tensed Francis. “It’s okay…uh…G-Gil help me out here?”

“A movie! How about we watch a movie? We can drown out all that noise.”

“You’re a genius!” Antonio jumped up, rushing over to a nearby cabinet, pulling out a random movie and popping it in. Gilbert in turn cranked up the volume so that the thunder was nothing more than a distant rumble.

Arthur and Francis settled once more–still on edge, but not frozen or shaking like before.

“Okay, you were right Francis, today was a crummy day,” Gilbert sighed. He rubbed at the nape of Francis’s neck in comfort.

They gave him a weak smile. “Thank you for admitting it mon amour.” Francis turned to Arthur. “And how are you doing mon lapin?”

“Okay…” Arthur said softly. Only his hands shook, but other than that, he seemed fine.

Antonio caressed the Englishman’s face gently. “That’s good to hear. Just tell us if you need us to turn up the volume more.”

Both Francis and Arthur nodded. Francis settled against Antonio while Arthur let his eyes drift closed, focusing on the hand in his hair and Gilbert’s strong hand that had grabbed onto his own.

By the time the film came to an end, the four were fast asleep. The storm soon dispersed, and by the time they awoke, it was sunny once more. Though the day had started out crummy and only seemed to have gotten worse, in the end, Francis got his trek to town, and the other three were just happy to see the Frenchman happy.

Extra Info/Translations:

Magdalenas: Basically like a lemon cupcake/muffin part of some spanish breakfasts

Ensaimadas: sweet bread eaten for breakfast with either fruit or powder sugar

Te ves tan lindo mi conejito = You look so cute my bunny

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oldfritz · 1 year

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Intricate Rituals

ao3

roderich's spent enough seasons in my world in the hot seat. instead, my friends, it's time for gilbert - gilbert, who has long had this coming - to be our latest victim. it's alright though, whatever erzsi does to him gil can do just the same and wouldn't you know it....antonio's in town and without custody of the brain cell

#hws prussia #hws hungary #hws spain #hws austria #pruhun #pruspa #ponine keepin it real #(and to whet your appetite for next one heres a teaser:#itll be in france around the same time period and will be our anti heroes first brush with a certain corscian)#my writing #(trying out this format of sharing my fics rather then spitting them out into the ether with a pithy text post and running away -#everyone else is justifiably proud. i should be too. so feedback would be appreciated. this is new c: )

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the-heaminator · 2 years

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BFT incorrect quotes (ill stop with them soon but right now is not the time)

France: What time is it? Prussia: I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out Prussia: *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune* Spain: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING Prussia: It’s 2 am

Spain: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me. France: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you? Spain: Yes! Prussia: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you. (OOOF)

Spain: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth? France: You’re a hazard to society Prussia: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

Spain: Prussia, can I talk to you for a second? Prussia: Yeah, what’s up? Lemme guess. You and France are having problems and you want me to teach you how to kiss? Spain: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss. I’ve read books.

Spain: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it France: Just rip the bandage off. Spain: It’s Prussia. France: Put the bandage back on. (fdfghsbdvcsafghj)

Spain: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'? France: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated- Prussia: Smad.

Spain: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container. France: The cow??? Spain: What? Prussia: France, W H Y?

France: If I die, my funeral is going to be the biggest party ever and you’re all invited Prussia: If? Spain: Great, the only party I’ve ever been invited to and they might not even die.

France: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon? Prussia: I'm a knife. Spain, from across the room: They're the little spoon.

France: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night. Prussia: You were flirting with Spain. France: So what? They're my partner. Prussia: You asked them if they were single. France: Prussia: And then you cried when they said they weren't. (pure france vibes)

*France and Prussia sitting in jail together* Prussia: So who should we call? France: I’d call Spain, but I feel safer in jail

France: They stole from me first! Prussia: Mhm. France: Stole my heart... Spain: It is still illegal to commit murder.

Store Worker: Would a Mx. France please come to the front desk? France, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem? Store Worker: points to Prussia and Spain Store Worker: I believe they belong to you? Prussia and Spain, simultaneously: We got lost :( France: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

France: Prussia and I don’t use pet names. Spain: I see. Hey, what do bees make? France: Honey? Prussia: Yes, dear? France: Spain: Don't ever lie to my face again.

France: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million gold? Prussia: You stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house. Spain: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 million. Prussia: Good thinking.

France: If you had to choose between Prussia and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose? Spain: That depends, how much money are we taking about? Prussia: Spain! France: 63 cents. Spain: I'll take the money. Prussia: SPAIN!!!

France: WHY. why did you give Spain a KNIFE?! Prussia: I’m sorry. They said they felt unsafe. France: Now I feel unsafe! Prussia: I’m sorry. Prussia: ... would you like a knife?

#BFT #theyre crackeads #incorrect quotes generator #frain #pruspa #Prufra

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liemurienn · 2 years

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shades of gay

#bft #hws england #spuk #pruk #fruk #pruspa #frain #prufra #mine #hetalia

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petals-of-lotus · 2 years

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Hetalia Wicked (Book and Musical mix) AU, okay?

Gilbert is Elphaba.

He's born with an almost burning reaction to water, white hair, red eyes, and — most obvious — green skin and sharp teeth.

His mother, scared of having another green child, eats some supplements so her next child will be normal, but dies as a result, with her second child, Ludwig, born paralyzed waist down.

Their father subconsciously blames Gilbert, which causes him to blame himself, and yay happy fun times.

Not to say their dad doesn't love Gil, it's just very very complicated.

So like Gil goes to a college called Shiz.

He ends up having to room with François Bonnefoi of Upland, the AU's Glinda.

They... don't really get along because they're so different but they both respect the other academically.

(and tbh everyone in school thinks Fran is hot and Gil is not exempt)

(and Fran does think Gil's green skin and red eyes are at least pretty shades)

(tho neither would ever admit these facts)

Arthur takes Dr. Dillamond's place narratively.

He's a Donkey lol what can I say.

And he keeps calling Fran Francis.

And he's sorta a sarcastic prick.

But so is Gil so it's fine.

He's tryna prove Animals are closer genetically to munchkins than animals.

Yknow for Animal rights reasons.

Fran and Gil actually sorta make friends over the rooming together and sorcery homework.

They also no homo cuddle because nightmares and nothing else I swear.

It's fine shut up.

Sebastian/Basch is Boq in this au but I choose to ignore all Boqs who aren't book Boq.

So like a munchkin who knew Gil when they were younger.

They were mutually horrible to each other as kids but they're cool now.

Basch thinks Fran is hot too but he's fine with the rejection.

His annoying roommate, Antonio, keeps pushing him about it tho.

Antonio is Fiyero btw.

Actually Avaric tho because I'm also mixing their personalities like the musical because too many characters.

He's a dumbass but he's got a good heart.

They release Brrr together 💖

Gil ends up telling Basch about Arthur's plan, and Basch helps by grabbing library books for him (everyone sorta knows Gil's a revolutionary)

Arthur is killed because he's an Animal rights activists, and it's framed as a accident. He really gets no good things sorry England stans.

Gil and Fran (who's know like "okay I'll go by Francis in the Ass's honor) are convinced it isn't exactly an accident and that the headmistress set it up but can't speak up about it because she's working for the Wizard and because she's teaching them sorcery.

They actually are closer than ever because of the mutual suspicion.

They talk about their pasts together it's gay.

Ludwig ends up coming to the school a couple years after Gil.

With the silver slippers their dad gave him and everything.

I'm not saying Gil is pining for like all his friends or anything but...

I can't believe Gilbert becomes a terrorist activist witch either who would've thought.

Or that Francis works in politics and really misses the old days.

Alfred is Dorothy btw.

Gilbert like "this kid has my dead brother's shoes" and Alfred is like "hey Mr green magic dude I like your hat, mind if I stay here for a few days?"

"I technically came to defeat you but I'm like 12 and a half so..."

Won over from genocidal rage by a child who really wants you to try his apple pie recipe.

"Francis why did you give the child Ludwig's shoes?" "IDK THEY HAVE PROTECTION MAGIC AND I PANICKED."

Alfred is incredibly traumatized by the whole water bucket incident rip.

Do Gilbert and Antonio actually die? Who knows.

Francis is pretty upset and lonely nonetheless.

#aph prussia #aph france #aph spain #aph switzerland #aph germany #aph america #hetalia au #wicked au #major character death #this is just a gay paracosm of mine istg #your honor #bad friends trio #prufra #pruspa #fraspa #alfred of canziss #this is dumb #au

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bunny-bun-draws · 6 months

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☀ If I was there at that time and place,

I'd suffer from hyperthermia

And burn alongside you in the summer ☀

#bunny draws #hetalia #aph #hws #hetalia axis powers #hetalia world stars #hws spain #hws romano #hws south italy #hws prussia #spamano #pruspa #i couldnt decide on prussia or romano for the photo #so have both ✌🏼#choose your ship

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mpregfrance-deactivated · 2 months

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💚 and 💘 ?

💚: I guess Romano/Spain and UKUS? No real secrets here, but I have friends who dislike these ships so I don't talk about them much.

💘: I don't actually know what is and isn't considered popular but CuCan, US/France, EngIta, PruSpa, TurkFra, a handful of them really. I love all sorts of rarepairs.

#thank u <3 #ask and ye shall receive #spamano #ukus #cucan #usfr #engita #pruspa #turkfra #ask meme #ask game

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eldelosojosazulmar · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: South Italy/Spain (Hetalia), Prussia/Spain (Hetalia), Prussia/Russia (Hetalia), Belgium/Spain (Hetalia) Characters: Spain (Hetalia), Prussia (Hetalia), England (Hetalia), France (Hetalia), Belgium (Hetalia), Portugal (Hetalia), Netherlands (Hetalia), South Italy (Hetalia), North Italy (Hetalia), America (Hetalia), Cuba (Hetalia), Luxembourg (Hetalia), Russia (Hetalia) Additional Tags: Dark Spain (Hetalia), tomato bastard, America get roasted, Spain y Drunk es igual a Spinno, no tengo pruebas, tampoco dudas, Prusia es awesome, No den de beber a tu español después de medianoche, Portugal poco a poco pierde la cabeza, Si Toni fuera mi hermano yo también la perdería, Las dos italias, la acostumbrada, y la que no, Cuba es chill, seamos como Cuba, Belgica lo intenta, algún día acabará matando a Españita Summary:

When I translate everything I will upload it in English, or not this chapter is like 14757 words so… yeah, wish me luck, or better yet, patience because hehe maybe I will not translate (or yes??)

Bebidas, risas y una pequeña reunión entre naciones tras un año muuy largo... Todo se suponía que iba a salir perfecto, algo de lo que se aseguró Ludwin dado que él, junto con Vene se encargaron de alquilar el bar más cercano a la oficina en donde las negociaciones y charlas sobre la agenda del año que viene se estuvieron realizando hasta ese mismo día, cuando al fin, después de dos semanas aguantando quejas sobre una u otra cosa, sobre presupuestos, políticas y el futuro de la UE, podría tener un merecido descanso. Se tuvo que ocupar además de los invitados, países a los que se querían acercar para crear relaciones más estrechas y duraderas, algo que parecía pensar todos los países en la sala. Todo era perfecto, todo ES perfecto, y absolutamente nada podría fastidiarlo todo… ni siquiera una serie de desafortunados comentarios por parte de Rusia hacia Prusia en un mal momento… ¿verdad?

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