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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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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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mpregfrance · 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 · 5 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 · 1 year

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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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paperuniverse · 12 days

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It’s an awesome Friday!

#prussia friday #paperuniverse post #hws official art #pruspamano #pruspa #spamano #prumano #hetalia #hws prussia #hws spain #hws south italy

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helianskies · 1 year

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Bottled

The lesson barely begins before the teacher tells them to get into groups of three or four and to complete a set of tasks on the board. Lazy teaching, some would call it; others would regard it, however, as a perfect chance to continue the conversations left incomplete when lunchtime ended not even ten minutes ago.

In one of the back corners of the classroom, a quiet and tired Antonio sits with Francis.

Antonio transferred to the school only a few weeks ago and is yet to really befriend anyone other than Francis (and two others who do not take History, unfortunately), so he is more than happy to keep his head down and stay put. Francis, on the other hand, who has proven to be quite the socialite, proceeds to wave across the room at someone while the other is busy trying to fish his water bottle out of his rucksack.

At first, Antonio wonders if it is perhaps Arthur that Francis has attempted to summon; Antonio does not know him well, but finds that the other’s seemingly permanent frown is often turned towards him. He is, therefore, not an ideal collaborator.

But, when Arthur does not appear, and in fact turns out to be settled in a different corner of the class, Antonio feels a small pang of relief. He sits up straight in his seat as Francis pulls out a plethora of colourful pens and highlighters from his pencil case, ready for use, and goes to open his bottle, when—

“Ow…”

A frown lands on his own face (unthinkable!) and he gives the screw cap of his bottle a good glare. He tries again to twist it off, but it refuses to budge. It does not move. It does not even hint at wanting to move. And Antonio’s throat suddenly feels a million times drier than before.

He sets the bottle down on the desk, the metal creating a soft clang. “Damn thing,” he mutters, outraged, as he makes further attempts to satisfy his thirst, “did you glue yourself shut?”

“Are you okay?” Francis asks—a ridiculous question. “Do you want me to—?”

“No, it’s fine,” Antonio replies, “I think I just did it up too tight at lunch, that’s all.”

“Aha! Let me help you, schatz.”

There is no time to process who has popped out of thin air to assist before the bottle is whisked out of his hands. Antonio recoils from the speed and shock of it, only to be met by Gilbert.

Gilbert. Gilbert, who Antonio has only spoken to a couple of times in passing (another associate of Francis’ who he often spies out of a classroom window sneaking a cigarette at the back of the school field, or hiding in his car in the car park in his free period) and who now stands over them, a semi-smug grin on his face, as he goes to unscrew Antonio’s bottle.

Only, his first attempt fails. It knocks his smile off-kilter.

He tries again, more aggressively, the effort painted on his reddening face. But it proves just as successful an attempt.

“What the heck,” he utters under his breath, going in for another go. “Who glued this thing shut? That’s so not cool…”

Antonio feels bad, if not offended. “Don’t look at me,” he says, “I just wanted a drink, but nevermind.”

Gilbert hums. He gives up on the bottle and sets it back down on the table in front of Antonio. And then, without saying anything, he wanders off.

“He’ll be back in a second,” Francis assures Antonio, “I invited him to work with us, if that’s alright with you.”

“Sure,” the other replies, indifferent, but still perplexed by his bottle conundrum.

His bewilderment only worsens, however, when Gilbert returns to their table—this time with his book, a pen, a chair to sit on, and a fresh bottle of water. He puts his things down and takes a seat, and before doing anything else, offers the bottle to Antonio.

“Here,” he says, “I haven’t opened it yet. Ah, wait—” Gilbert goes ahead and opens the bottle, perhaps for show, or perhaps to reassure himself that he can indeed open bottles and has not lost all of his strength, and then holds it back out to the other. “Now it’s open.”

It’s a kind gesture, but Antonio is hesitant to accept. “You don’t have to do that, it’s fine,” he tries to insist.

Gilbert, however, is quite persistent, too.

“You might as well,” he presses, “‘cause your bottle’s not opening any time soon. If you need a drink, you need a drink.”

“But—”

“Seriously, just have some. I don’t mind.”

In the end, what choice does Antonio have but to yield? He thanks the other gingerly, embarrassed by his predicament and weirdly flattered(?) by the other's generosity, and takes the bottle. He takes a few wary sips. He takes his time. He glances at Gilbert out of the corner of his eye as the clock hands slowly tick on, and he muses to himself, I guess he's not as bad as people make out...

In the meantime, Gilbert turns his attention to Francis—a blessing in disguise for Antonio, who is glad he is no longer being perceived under the circumstances—and, with that, the three of them briefly discuss the work, before naturally reverting to casual conversation.

By the time the lesson finishes, Antonio has taken only half of the notes he wanted to; one bottle of water remains untouched while the other is empty and waiting to be refilled or recycled; Gilbert has offered to take the one bottle and unstick it with some tools at home but Antonio has been able to ‘no’ this time; and Francis has been left wondering… what is with these two?

Though they have not known each other for long, he has sensed something between Antonio and Gilbert that he truly had not anticipated. Whether it be friendship or something more, it has him intrigued—it has become something he will monitor, if only for entirely selfish purposes—but not as intrigued as the mystery of Antonio’s bottle.

As people file out of the class (including Antonio and Gilbert, tangled up in some random yet deep conversation) Francis finds himself in the company of Arthur. He asks, without missing a beat, “What did you do?”

“I got Ivan to tighten the lid when Antonio went to the toilet earlier on, obviously,” Arthur returns without any qualms.

Francis tries not to sigh, nor to smile. “Dare I even ask why?”

Arthur merely scoffs.

That means ‘don’t bother’.

And that means that Francis may need to have a gentle word with Antonio about avoiding Arthur for the rest of the week, lest he risk a greater consequence than simply having his drinking water compromised. Francis would not wish the evils of Arthur’s mind on anyone. Not after what happened at the Winter Ball; he is yet to psychologically and emotionally recover from the ordeal… as is his poor suit!

[ final wordcount, 1169 words ] [ ficlet collection on ao3! ]

#hetalia #helia writes #hws spain #hws prussia #pruspa #(if you squint!)#hws france #hws england #i love arthur most when he's just a menace #but also. school sweethearts gil and toni make me qwq #troubled troublemaker x smarty-pants transfer student #anyone??#imagine the religious guilt the sneaking around the bittersweet *at least i've got you*s the many so-called sleepovers the parties #uGhhhh i wish i could just WRITE IT #RIGHT NOW #qwq #the on/off fruk i nthe background is just a bonus i swear

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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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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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roleplay-today · 2 years

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Hetalia RP [PruRoma, PruIta, PruSpa, SpaMano]

Hello, I'm Kyon! I'm a 16-year old Hetalia roleplayer looking for a someone between 14-22 that's willing to play out angsty scenarios with me.

Timezone ⍣ EDT

Literacy ⍣ Semi-literate, 1-5 paragraphs

Activity ⍣ One post every 1-2 weeks, preferably. It's okay if you're not in for a long-term commitment.

Ships ⍣ PruRoma, PruIta, SpaMano, PruSpa

Muses ⍣ Romano, Prussia, Italy

AUs ⍣ 1970s, !Nyo, Highschool [all negotiable!!]

More than anything, I want a partner that's just as passionate about building off of these ships as I am. Please don't be completely stiff! ^^; I at least want to be able to message outside of the roleplay.

You can find me on my blog, https://kyonsangel.tumblr.com/, or on my Discord, which you'd have to ask in DM for. See you there! ⭒

#submission

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yellowcamfer · 3 years

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cardverse stuff with my favorite platonic ship ever

#hetalia #aph cardverse #doodle #hws prussia #hws spain #gilbert beilschmidt #antonio fernandez carriedo #platonic ((Prain????)) is literally my hetalia otp #edit i found out its called pruspa #PruSpa

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bunny-bun-draws · 7 months

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Sketch dump 🖊✨

And here with the monthly sketch dump! Well,,, more like last and this month's- yeah I know I forgot to make one last month, apologies for that qwq

Leaving that aside, as per usual lots of Hetalia sketches... specially been drawing Feli and Toni lots, I like to experiment expressions and clothing with them hehe some PruSpa, Good Omens (still not over them-) and some of my ocs! Specially baby Felice ✨ totally not my favorite (he is).

And if you're part of my Patreon, you will get to see some extra, special sketches! x3 For now, hope you enjoy it all!