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Internship Games

Rating: T

Warnings: None yet

Summary: Once again, it is that time of year. The time for interns to survive endless coffee runs and the most meaningless tasks foisted upon them for the amusement of their superiors.

It is time for the Internship Games.

Notes: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NARCO LOOK I MADE SOMETHING WOW OOOH AAAAH

#usuk #ukus #magical strike au #hetalia #aph America #aph England #ixiewroteathing #human au #office au #crawls my way out of the depths #coughs I... am alive #mostly

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Proud to be on the Couch Again

Rating: M

Warnings: Fail Sex, Excessive Patriotism, read at the risk of your sanity (jk tho this is tame compared to some of my shitpost drabbles)

Summary: What do you get when you mix a midlife crisis, a horny husband, and some knee slappin American music?

#usuk #ixiewroteathing #hetalia #aph america #aph england #human au #drabble #not safe for kiddos #tho tbh not much unsafe except the mere mention of sex #better protect the children from the satan juice

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Happy 4th.

Rating: T (subject to change)

Warnings; None

Summary: Alfred is an idiot thief.

#usuk #ixiewroteathing #hetalia #aph america #aph england #cardverse au #human au #fae au #magic au

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All the Magic in the World

Rating: G

Warnings: usuk

Summary: There must be more magic in this world than just fairy tales and myths.

A/N: FOR @thenarcolepticone , HAPPY BIRTH MY DEAR

Of all the kingdoms in the world, Spades was the one with the highest number of successful marriages between the royals. Whether they were lovers before being crowned, fell in love through an arranged marriage, or just became good friends without romance, the royal lineage was filled to the brim with happy, or at least satisfied couples. So when the news came that the crown Prince of Spades would be taking a Queen, all eyes were on who would be selected to take his hand. Prince Alfred had never shown much interest in anyone at all before, be they maidens or even other men. The lad just didn’t want romance, and this had most of the public taking bets with one another on what would happen should a marriage be arranged for him.

Would he fall in love at first sight, like King James the Just and his Queen, Aria of Diamonds? He could possibly just be good friends with his chosen match, much like his grandparents, King Alphonse and Queen Mellani. The third bet among the common folk, and the one that had gained the most popularity, was that Prince Alfred had a secret lover that he would reveal sometime soon, unable to accept being forced to marry another. The scandal! It was the talk of every barmaid and innkeep across the land.

Unfortunately for all their bets, the truth was more dull. Prince Alfred just wasn’t interested, plain and simple. His parents had thrown countless parties among noble and foreign folk alike, introducing him to eligible bachelorettes and bachelors from across the four kingdoms. No one had ever caught his eye, not even once. It was enough to drive his parents up a wall, the way he dismissed all of their picks with hardly a glance. It didn’t help that Alfred was always in the royal library, looking up nonsense about the age of court wizards and asking countless inane questions about why no one had a magic counselor anymore. Every time, his parents would brush off his questions with a simple ‘wizards no longer exist’ excuse.

That explanation just never felt good enough to Alfred.

It wasn’t until he was nearing the deadline that was his 18th birthday, that he stumbled upon an old map tucked away in the binding of a fairy tale book. The map gave detailed instructions on how to find an ancient wizard’s tower within the Spades Kingdom, a place where all supposed magic users in the kingdom got sent before they became a danger to the crown. At least, that was how the fable went anyway. It could be a hoax, but how was he to know unless he went to see for himself?

Under the guise of going out on a hunt, Alfred galloped away, the map tucked in his jacket. It wasn’t hard to lose his royal escorts, and the guards were all too used to his free spirit that most of them shrugged it off and decided to wait in the area. He always came back, after all, and they weren’t currently at war. Confident that he was not being followed, Alfred rode off into the woods, following this map to the letter. He had to try and be fast about this, as his guards were sure to notice he wasn’t coming back by the time the sun began to set. That gave him a solid half a day to get far enough along on this trail that they wouldn’t find him. He hoped.

This map had some cryptic writings as directions, but it wasn’t anything Alfred couldn’t decipher. He had spent a long time scouting out these woods, as well as studying maps of his Kingdom. None of the maps ever mentioned the wizard tower directly, but a lot of the landmarks from this map were definitely familiar to him. As he found the first landmark, a rock shaped like a dragon’s claw, Alfred reflected on what his parents had told him of their plans. His impending marriage was weighing heavily on their minds, as well as his own. It wasn’t his fault that everyone he’d ever been shown was just so... boring! Since falling in love with and marrying a commoner wasn’t as easy as the story books made it out to be, he would likely end up having to settle for someone he would merely tolerate. Apparently, that meant a marriage of power between Spades and Clubs. There was no way in hell he would ever marry someone from that frozen waste.

Alfred had been so engrossed in his thoughts, that he’d nearly missed the second landmark. The old stone obelisk was a war memorial from hundreds of years ago, yet it still stood tall amongst the great oak trees of the Spadien forest. Of course, it was covered in moss and vines, but someone always made sure to come out here and clear the foliage away from the plaque.

‘Unto ..... we mustn’t tread, for fear of unearthing former dread.’

“Huh... it’s missing a word, I wonder who defaced it? Guess when i get back i should have someone come repair it. If anyone knows the words anymore.” Al muttered to himself as he rode on, studying the map closely.

The next landmark he had to keep an eye out for was going to be the old Spade’s palace ruins. Ancient stones of a time long long forgotten, Alfred wasn’t even sure how old they were. None of the books in the library knew either, that’s how old they were. If their own historians and researchers hadn’t found them a few years ago, it would have been almost impossible for Al to even spot them. Apparently they had been absolutely covered in assorted flora and fauna, the only visible section looking almost like the remains of a cottage. Because of how inconspicuous that arrangement of stone was, no scholars had ever even guessed that the remnants of an old palace had been in the area.

The camp ahead told Alfred all he needed to know. It seemed that a lot of scholars remained in the area to continue their studies. There was so much to discover, and one report he’d read mentioned that not even half of the ruins were even uncovered yet. Some speculated that they stretched across much of the forest itself, buried partly underground. It was all so fascinating to Alfred, but his parents never let him come out to see the dig sites. If only he’d been born with the option to become a scholar instead of a Prince.

Slipping past the campsite as quietly as he could, Alfred made sure to refer to his map again. The location of the wizard tower wasn’t far off now. He honestly wouldn’t be surprised of the tower itself was just another section of these palace ruins, the fairytale being used to fluff up the myth about it all. That sounded about right. With a sigh, Al glanced around the woods. Lush greens and vivid blues vanished into darkness in all directions. The trees out here were some of the oldest and most sacred in the kingdom, many of them as tall as the guard towers back in the city. About to turn around and give up on his search, a sparkle among the leaves to the North caught his attention. It could be another camp full of scholars, or maybe some hunters in the forest searching for game to sell the pelts of, or it could be nothing at all and he was just seeing things. None of those thoughts stopped him from pressing on to investigate it.

Before long, Alfred came upon a grove of thick bushes. That was odd, he could have sworn the path looked clear when he was further off, yet suddenly all these prickly bushes blocked the road. Since his horse refused to move forward any longer, Alfred was left with the options to either turn around, or to move forward on foot. Stubborn as he was, Al decided to press on, but not before he steeled himself for the pain of getting a bunch of thorns in his skin.

That pain never came.

As he stepped into the thorn bushes, they didn’t touch him. The plants instead dissolved away, revealing what he had been looking for all along was exactly where the map had said it was. A large tower, almost as tall as the ancient trees surrounding it, stood before him in all of it’s magical glory. Those bushes had been an illusion! A magical illusion! Magic was real and he had finally found where all of the mages in the kingdom had gone!

Aaaand they had also found him. Shit.

While Alfred had been basking in this revelation, a group of people, all with magic wands pointed at him, had managed to encircle the young prince. He was certain that they were all ready to kill him, but an elderly voice froze them all in their tracks.

“Stand down, young ones! Our guest mustn’t be harmed!” An elder wizard, the kind that all the fable and myth books had described, stepped towards Alfred with a hand extended. “A pleasure to meet you, your highness.”

“Wait, you know who I am?” Alfred questioned, surprised that even the secluded old wizards out here knew who he was.

The wizened old man shared a hearty laugh, shaking his head with the fondness of a grandfather watching his grandkids at play. “I’ve known you since you were very small, young man. I have been waiting for you to stumble upon our little safe haven for quite a while now.”

Confused, Alfred allowed the wizard to explain, listening to him intently as he spoke. “I am Bazol, the caretaker of this tower and all its occupants. From those whose parents had abandoned them for fear of their gift, to those who had sought me out of their own accord, just as you have.”

“So you’re saying that you teach some kind of wizard school here..?” Alfred tried to wrap his head around it all. “I mean, this tower is practically a city itself, a miniature kingdom within a kingdom!”

“That was the idea, when we were first banished here many years ago.” Bazil paused to cough. “All magic users would be sent here to protect the kingdom. All four major kingdoms have their own towers, all meant to keep history from repeating itself...”

That had Alfred’s mind reeling. There was no talk of magic in any history books he’d ever read, not even the oldest they had! Of course, even those were only a few hundred years old, since many library texts were apparently lost at some point. Alfred now had doubts on how true that excuse was.

“I can see that you are having trouble believing me. Your father had similar troubles when he sought me out, many years ago.” Bazil chuckled to himself, leading Alfred inside the tower. “Perhaps my own grandson would be willing to enlighten you himself. He pours over those historical texts nearly every day.”

“You have a grandson? Who likes history?” That had Alfred very intrigued indeed.

They moved into a new room, a library of sorts, with books piled high in stacks all over the place. A lot of them looked ancient, though there were a few here and there that seemed to be more recent in their printing. It was almost as if the old texts of the royal library had been moved here! That would certainly explain how they had so many, despite being secluded.

A figure in a black cloak was hunched over a book in the corner, a teacup in one hand. Tousled sandy blond hair stuck up in all directions, as if this guy had just gotten out of bed mere minutes ago. Piercing green eyes soon met with Alfred’s own blue, and he felt frozen in place almost instantly. He’d never seen eyes so beautiful in his life, so alive with knowledge and understanding of things Alfred could only dream of comprehending. They were absolutely beautiful.

Closing his book, the grandson stood and bowed. “Prince Alfred, I presume? My grandfather told me to expect you at some point in the future, though he enjoys being cryptic and not giving exact dates, even if he knows them.”

Holy shit, that voice. Alfred struggled to think of a response, his cheeks tinted a nice pink color as his views on romance made a huge one-eighty. In the end, he only managed to stare dumbly and blurt out, “Holy Jokers, your eyebrows-”

Not much more came out of his mouth after that. It was like an invisible hand was holding his mouth shut. It took mere seconds to realize that this was the work of magic, if the wand pointed at him was any indication. Angry green eyes stared into his very soul. Beautiful.

“What was that about my eyebrows?? They are perfectly normal!” The young wizard huffed out as he crossed his arms. “My name is Arthur, if you even cared to know, and I am the resident expert on all historical texts.”

Alfred really wished that he could speak right now, eager to chat about history with someone who was so interested, just like he was. The magic Arthur had used, however, prevented him from doing much more other than offering an excited nod of his head. The action seemed to please Arthur, who beamed with pride as he began to rattle off facts about the Spadien monarchies from thousands of years ago.

At some point, Arthur’s grandfather had left them alone, and the spell eventually wore off. Not that Alfred gave a damn. He was far too preoccupied watching Arthur’s lips move and taking in all of this information that was new to him. When Arthur began nearing the last few hundred years, however, Alfred noticed some stark differences with what he had learnt in all his own studies.

“The Great War was an awful affair. My grandfather remembers it well enough, as he was just a boy when it happened, but these texts fill in any gaps in his memory with first hand accounts from countless soldiers and frontline wizards-” Arthur paused for dramatic effect, “-until they were all banished! The Royals of the Four Kingdoms, as well as all of their court wizards, decided it would be best if magic was never used for war again. However, an agreement could not be adequately reached, until my grandfather’s mother came up with the idea of these mage towers.”

Alfred leaned forward, listening intently as Arthur continued the tale. “You see, no Kingdom wanted any other to still have mages living amongst the people, for fear that one may plan in secret to magically attack another. So the towers were selected and all known mages were sent into seclusion, able to freely practice magic amongst ourselves without fear or persecution.”

A frown graced those pale pink lips, Arthur running a hand through his own hair. “It has been four generations since mages were free to roam about... many of the younger members of the tower have been scheming. They want to try to take the Kingdom over, and I’m sure they aren’t the only ones thinking this way. If mages went against non-magic users in an all out war, there is no question that Spades would fall into their destructive hands.”

“What can i do to prevent that then?” Alfred finally spoke up, looking determined. “There’s no way I would ever let anything like that happen to my Kingdom, but there has to be a way to resolve this without such conflict.”

Having been listening to them from outside, Bazil stepped into the library to offer his own advice. “I propose an arranged marriage. The Prince of Spades... and the grandson of the Master Wizard.”

Arthur squaked in surprise. “Grandfather! That’s ridiculous!”

The offer had taken Alfred by surprise as well, but he soon caught on. “You’re like a miniature kingdom... this would be a marriage to unite them!”

“You catch on fast, young man. Arthur, would you be willing to marry this boy? To free us all from this tower?” Bazil placed a hand on Arthur’s shoulder, a gentle smile on his face. “You can say no if you wish.”

Expression unreadable, Arthur seemed to be mulling the offer over in his mind. The anticipation had Alfred on edge. He couldn’t help it as he blurted out, “I-I think you would make a perfect Queen!”

The room fell silent, tension building in the air between the three of them. Arthur had met Alfred’s eyes in surprise, searching his face for any hint of a lie. Face red as the binding of a freshly printed book, Alfred held his breath. He had never thought of himself ever having a romantic partner, but Arthur changed something within him. This was someone he could have endless chats with about the many books they have studied, not to mention he could do magic! If there was ever a chance of Alfred finding love, this was it.

Arthur held out a hand, almost shyly. “I suppose... there are worse things I could do with my life.”

Holy shit stick, he said yes! At least, Alfred thought that was a yes. Probably was. Maybe. Bazil seemed to think it was, which was proof enough for Al! The atmosphere of the room settled, a nervous excitement taking the place of the tension from before.

Bowing low and taking Arthur’s hand to place a kiss upon it, Alfred couldn’t help but grin.

“You’re not half bad yourself, my Queen.”

#hetalia #usuk #aph america #aph england #ixiewroteathing #cardverse #cardverse au #fantasy au #magic au #fuck this is longer than I planned but HAPPY BIRTHDAY #I'm back babe and I'm ready to go #gift fic

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Queen's Day

Rating: T

Warnings: USUK, drugging I think

Summary: Queen's Day is celebrated around every 15 years. Chessverse.

A/N: CHESSVEEEEERRRRSSSEEEEEE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH it's 3 am I wrote this in one sitting and didn't beta it HAVE FUN

“Your highness, the people are growing restless...” Came the nervous voice of a servant girl from behind a set of ornate doors that led to the Queen’s chambers.

It was within that room that Arthur Kirkland, the current Queen of Ebony, was anxiously trying to flatten his hair. Why was he so nervous? Well, with the near constant war between the Ebony and Alabaster Kingdoms of Chess, it had become tradition to replace the Queen every 15 years. Being the currently most skilled warrior in the Kingdom, Arthur had been chosen as the next in line to defend his King, until he should die or someone should surpass him in skill. Not that either was likely to happen. Or so he told himself.

It wasn't unheard of, for a Queen to be kept a second 15 years, but it certainly was a rarity. Alas, that lies in the far future. Now was the time for Arthur to make his appearance as the next Queen, and finally meet the King he was to defend. Their last King and Queen had fallen in glorious combat, thus were two fresh faces newly chosen. One from a line of royal blood, and one of raw power. It was unusual for there to be two royals revealed at the same time. This would be a Queen's Day to remember for sure.

Stepping from his chambers, Arthur looked quite regal in his black vest and suit jacket. His attire was entirely black and gray, but that was tradition. Of course, said traditions didn't stop him from adding a bright green brooch to his vest. A little plain for his tastes, but he would customize his wardrobe further at another time. Right now, the people wanted their Queen.

Following his guards towards the balcony, Arthur could feel something was off. There was a static charge in the air, a feeling he normally had in battle. Hand moving to the sword on his hip, Arthur felt he was prepared for anything.

Nothing could have prepared him for this.

His King lay dead on the ground, and the guards escorting him were soon cut down. A clash of steel could be heard as Arthur whipped out his sword to meet his assailant's. The man wore a black cloak that covered most of his body, though Arthur could see the white shoes of the intruder peeking out from under it.

Yelling as he thrust forward with the sword, Arthur was all geared up to fight, but he hesitated. His opponent had lowered their sword, letting their guard down unexpectedly. Curious, Arthur took this time to try to get an answer out of the assassin.

“Who are you?A Rook of Alabaster? Or a skilled Pawn?” Arthur kept his sword at the ready while speaking. “Or a fucking traitor perhaps?”

His questions were met with laughter. Loud, obnoxious laughter the likes of which Arthur could have sworn he'd heard somewhere before. By the time it clicked in his mind, it was too late. There was a cloth over his mouth, and the world began to grew dark.

“Fret not, beautiful, you'll still be a Queen.” One could practically hear the smirk in that voice. “All is fair in love and war, right?”

Eyes heavy, Arthur clutched at the cloak, trying to tug the garment free. He managed to knock the hood off, a glimpse of blue and blond being the last thing he could remember.

Days later, Queen's Day in the Kingdom of Alabaster was the talk of all Chess.

Arthur Kirkland, Traitor to Ebony, was the new White Queen.

#usuk #hetalia #aph america #aph england #ixiewroteathing #chessverse au #drug mention #I think #fantasy au #implied future usuk sorta lolololol #idk I'm fucking tired but can't sleep

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Lock Screen

Rating: T (idk I hardly remember what I wrote so this is to be safe lmao)

Warnings: I think language, usuk, ukus

Summary:

A/N: Lmao Ju this makes 3 fics in a row for you I think. <3 Not that I mind, keep 'em comin. @not-aph-england

The life of a punk rock star was exciting, but exhausting. There were never ending lines of fans wanting to meet him, The Arthur Kirkland, and even more who wanted to date him. Of course, once he came out on a talk show, the amount of people had only increased. From gay men to women claiming they could ‘make him straight’, and nearly all of them in it for fame or money. Perhaps he was just destined to be alone.

Of course, he hadn't counted on their drummer jumping ship to get married, leaving himself and Kiku out one man for their group, and only a few weeks before their next tour! He also hadn't expected to go to the wedding, but he wasn't so spiteful that he'd spit on a former band mate's happiness. The couple truly seemed in love, something he could only ever dream of. Oh, those could make good lyrics.

Arthur began scribbling on a small memo notebook he had stashed in his pocket for just this type of occasion. The chair next to his screeched as someone sat down next to him, but he paid it no mind. It was possibly Kiku, or maybe even their ex-drummer Gilbert. No, not Gilbert, he wouldn't have started talking to him while he was in the zone like this. Or maybe this stranger was talking to someone else? He couldn't be bothered to care right now. Once a hand touched his shoulder, however, he cared immensely, and was perfectly prepared to tell this stranger to fuck off. He couldn't help but choke on the words as his eyes we soon swimming in blue, wheat, and gold.

Good lord, he had known that Gilbert had a few friends in high places, but this was too much! It took Arthur more than a few moments to register that he was still being spoken to.

“Hellooo? Are you alright man?”

If Arthur was a star, then the man before him was a galaxy. It was The Alfred Jones, the biggest name in country music! N-Not that Arthur would know anything about him or have his face plastered all over his many embarrassing dreams late at night. Of course not. Never.

He had to respond now, didn't he? Oh shit, what would he say? Before he could get a word out, Alfred beat him to the punch.

“You're Arthur Kirkland, right? The singer?” Alfred asked, his smile blinding.

Oh god, he knew. Arthur composed himself and offered a slight smile. “Guilty as charged. I don't even need to ask who you are, Mr. Jones, do I?”

That had the country star laughing, his eyes sparkling in mirth. “Naw, I suppose ya don't. Must be plastered on every billboard from Tennessee to California. I heard you'd be here, and I just had to meet ya myself.”

Alfred had to meet him? Oh no no no, it had to be a mistake. Perhaps he was looking for Gilbert? Wait, now that Arthur thought on it, Gil’s husband looked familiar. Alfred continued talking when Arthur was silent, filling it easily.

“My bro is gettin hitched to your old drummer, huh? Kinda sucks that Matt made him settle down, I told him it was kinda mean to just cut him off like that, but I also kinda understand how hard it is to date someone who's on the road all the time.” Alfred met Arthur's eyes again and winked. “All my ex-boyfriends have said as much.”

Sweet baby jeebus, was Alfred insinuating something? Wait, had he said brother?? Ah, that would explain the familiarity. Before he could answer, Alfred's phone went off and he excused himself for a moment. Before he made it away, however, he noticed something that had him quite intrigued. It was a photo of himself, tongue out on stage with the mic in one hand and his other hand was giving the audience a piece of his mind. He remembered that from his very first album cover, and here was Alfred Jones, THE Alfred Jones, waving it around as his phone's lock screen. Now that was interesting, and also quite flattering.

If it was true anyway.

As soon as Alfred came back, Arthur snatched the phone. “I knew it! I'm your lock screen!?” He exclaimed as soon as he could confirm it, a flush on his cheeks.

Alfred's own face was red now as he whispered. “You weren't supposed to see that. Ohmygod...”

There was a long silence between them before Arthur decided that he would be the one to break it. If Alfred had him as his lock screen, that had to mean something, right? The man was bisexual too, if he remembered correctly, so asking him out wasn't going to be too far fetched.

Gathering his wits, Arthur spoke. “I don't suppose... that you would like to go out for drinks sometime?”

“How about coffee tomorrow morning? We can get drunk now at the reception.” Alfred winked at Arthur again, sending a shiver down his spine. “My room is at this hotel anyway.”

“That sounds perfect.”

A mere year and a half later, Arthur still found himself on Alfred's lock screen. A new photo taken every day.

#usuk #ukus #hetalia #celebrity au #punk!england #country star!america #ixiewroteathing #not-aph-england #lmao here u go Juuuu #implied prucan #prucan

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Lost Noods

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, mention of nudes, usuk

Summary: Arthur sends his nudes to his physics professor on accident.

A/N: This fic is all thanks to @not-aph-england thank you for getting me to write again LOL

“Finally.” Arthur breathed out a sigh of relief as he finished his physics essay.

It had honestly been one of the worst and best decisions he had ever made, to take physics on his graduation year. Whether or not he passed or failed, he would still walk out of this Uni with his degree in Marine Biology, so he figured a third class to help break up his schedule would be a nice change of pace from his thesis paper. Now he questioned why he had ever taken it.

The class itself wasn't terribly difficult, but he had issues here and there. Okay, so he had a lot of issues, who knew that physical science was so far off from biological science? Somehow this was just the basics too! He immediately sought out a tutor for the class, at least wanting to give it his all. If he decided to go back for extra degrees, it would be some nice padding. Trying something different and all that.

The only true blessing of this class was the professor. A very young one at that, though he was still likely older than Arthur himself. At 26, Arthur would soon leave here with his Doctorate. The teacher, no matter how baby faced he looked, had to at least be in his early thirties. Oh but who cared? The man was gorgeous!

Arthur would be the last to admit that he'd spent a few restless nights thinking of his uni professor in compromising positions with himself, but oh boy had he done just that. In fact, he was thinking of said professor right now. He really needed to get laid. Perhaps Francis was just as bored as he was. Or perhaps he was in a meeting. Either way, Arthur would get some form of satisfaction emailing his nudes to that executive prick’s work email.

Getting a new email up and ready, he realized that he should also send his essay. Perhaps he would get some credit for sending it in so early. A few clicks later, and he felt confident in what he had done on both emails. It wasn't until Francis replied back, commenting on his choice of foreplay in sending him a physics essay, that Arthur realized exactly what he had done. A new email pinged into Arthur's inbox.

It was from Professor Jones.

With shaking hands, Arthur opened the email.

‘Mr. Kirkland,

Come to my office. Now.

Dr. Jones.’

For a solid ten minutes, Arthur contemplated pretending he hadn't seen the email. Unfortunately, his conscience won out in the end, and he hopped into his car to make the short drive from his apartment to the university. If he explained, would that make it any better? ‘Sorry Professor, I was spitefully sending my nudes to my ex and got the emails mixed up.’ Oh yes, that sounded completely believable.

At the school, nerves frazzled from psyching himself out, Arthur made his way into the science building. The clouds looked like they could burst at any moment, which suited the mood. He was likely to be cut from the class. He could even be expelled if anyone found out, and Dr. Jones fired. Oh bloody hell, he had fucked up, hadn't he?

Arthur stood at the door to the professor’s office, wondering if he still had time to run away. A familiar voice came from behind him, freezing Arthur in his tracks. “Guess you beat me here, huh? Come on inside.”

The jingle of keys was followed by the clicking of a lock and door opening. Dr. Jones waited until Arthur was inside before he spoke. “So uh, this was a mistake, right?”

The young professor actually looked nervous. “I mean, haha, of course it was! Uh, I deleted the email. Can't leave that on my school account. Anyway, uh... I don't want to kick you from my class.”

“Please sir, I was sending two emails at once and I just- I mixed them up when I attached the files, I am SO sorry about that.” Arthur pleaded his case before he registered that Dr. Jones had already said he was in the clear.

Visibly, Arthur relaxed in the ugly school chair. The sight had Dr. Jones chuckling, a wry smile on his face. “You should really send your emails in a more organized manner, Mr. Kirkland. Anyway, we can just forget this happened.”

Arthur stood from the seat, his face flushed from embarrassment. “My apologies, I shall remember to be more cautious in the future.”

Dr. Jones stood as well, an easygoing smile on his lips. “After you graduate, if you wanna send me those again, I can give you my personal email~”

Spluttering, Arthur turned back to his professor to see the man winking at him. Oh. OH. Honestly, he was at a loss for words, a strange choked noise escaping his throat in their place. That only made that beautiful specimen of a man laugh.

“If you want to, anyway. Here. You can call me Alfred if you want to, outside of class.” Dr. Jones, no, Alfred handed a slip of paper to Arthur, his smile blinding.

Arthur took the paper in his hands, his whole face red now. No words came to him, but he did manage to nod his head. Alfred took that as a positive reaction, then led Arthur outside the building. “I'll see you in class then.”

Arthur watched his professor, Dr. Alfred Jones, disappear in the staff parking lot. Oh hell, he had just gotten the email of his hot professor.

Perhaps this physics class had been a good decision after all.

#usuk #ixiewroteathing #hetalia #aph america #aph england #college au #thanks ju lolol #hi I'm back and sleepy

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Kiss Me Quiet

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, usuk, ukus

Sumamry: What were they fighting about again? Who cares.

A/N: This started out as just a couple sentences on discord for @diurnaldays and @thenarcolepticone . Idk I turned it into a high school AU drabble.

"Arthur, you're so-"

A kiss. "-fucking-" Another, this one longer, lips tingling as they come apart. "-stubborn!" Arthur sneered and clutched the back of Alfred's head, fingers digging into his hair. "And you-" He slid his tongue over Alfred's lips, the cold of his tongue ring an unexpected pleasure. "-are a fucking-" He never got to finish that sentence, their kisses proving far too distracting.

How did it end up this way? No one in their entire school would have guessed that these two complete opposites would ever end up making out in the parking lot after detention. Good thing no one but the janitor was around to see it, the old man just going about his day as if this were nothing new to him. Arthur eventually shoved Alfred away, taking a few steps back to put his motorcycle between them. “What the fuck was that?” He shouted, mind leaving it’s lustful haze for a brief moment.

The feeling of those kisses lingered, and he wanted more. It was evident on Alfred’s face that he was still in the middle of processing what had happened. Arthur himself wasn’t all that sure. Something within them both must have just snapped, and he wasn’t sure what to make of it yet.

After a few moments of silence, Alfred let his blue eyes meet Arthur’s green ones. There was some sort of unspoken question in the air. Neither of them much felt like talking, though, and soon enough, the two were at it again. Talking could come later, at least that was what Arthur had reasoned in his own mind. It seemed as though Alfred thought the same.

For now, he just wanted to be kissed quiet.

#usukus #usuk #ukus #hetalia #APH America #APH England #ixiewroteathing #idk what this even is I just #Im craving high school usuk ok #high school and college AUs pls feed me #drabble #high school au

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Warm California Sun

Rating: G

Warnings: USUKUS, fluff all around

Summary: Just a nice vacation with a nice family.

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY A DAY LATE TOMI!!!! <3 @mythicalpandas

Seagulls screeched loudly all across the sky. The sounds of people chattering and the laughter of children filled the air. A salty sea breeze blew past Alfred’s hair and tickled his nose. Oh yes, this was going to be an excellent day at the boardwalk, he could already tell. What boardwalk, one might ask? Well naturally the Santa Cruz Boardwalk! He could already see the rides and games from the parking lot of their hotel.

The sound of footsteps behind him captured Alfred’s attention, his smile growing wide at the sunscreened skin of his eight year husband, Arthur, and his stepson Peter, who was turning eleven this year. Both of them had these impressive eyebrows that, if he was honest, Alfred found completely adorable. The main difference between the two of them right now was his husband’s scowling face was the exact opposite of Peter’s excited grin. He’d been waiting all year for this trip, ever since Alfred had announced it as their family vacation spot for the summer. Arthur was less enthusiastic, though that was mostly due to his aversion to crowds and extended periods in the sun. Such a shame that his beautiful skin was burnt so easily.

“Dad come onnnn! Faster!” Peter whined as he tugged Arthur's arm, though the older man just kept up his casual pace.

“Oh hush, it's not like the boardwalk is going to fly away.” Arthur replied, then began to chide his son, “Besides, I still have to sunscreen your face. If you get impatient and run off, your face will burn and we will have to leave early, understand?”

Alfred just chuckled, walking over and clapping them both on the back. “That's right! If you put your sunblock on now, that's more time to run around out here before you gotta re-apply!” He kneeled next to Peter and whispered, “We both know your dad looks like an angry lobster when he burns. Don't wanna have to smother him in aloe every night, right?”

Peter made a face at that thought. “Ew no. I don't want it on me neither, it stinks!”

“Then I suggest you hold still and let me finish.” Arthur had crossed his arms, waiting for their little ‘whispered’ conversation to end.

A little embarrassed, Alfred laughed it off. They were soon all ready for fun in the sun! Naturally, Alfred challenged his stepson to a race down the empty sidewalk, much to Arthur's annoyance. It was worth it to the two ‘children’ though, even if they were lectured after it. Before long, the entrance to the boardwalk itself was in range, and Alfred had his wallet out and ready to pay for food, games, candy, and any other necessities.

The very first attraction that caught Peter's eye had been the dart throwing game, where one only has to pop enough balloons with the darts they are given to win a prize. He was just a little too short for the counter, so they had to get a stool for him to stand on and throw. Alfred had an arm around Arthur, just watching him play. He laid his head on his husband's, thankful for them being about the same height. Made it easier for him to sneak a kiss while Peter wasn't looking.

“Dad, Papa, I did it!!” Peter shouted, interrupting their little smooch session, which had Arthur flustered and Alfred grinning.

“Well I'll be, you sure did! What prize are ya gonna pick?” Alfred took a step closer to see where Peter was pointing.

His prize looked like a giant white puffball in a little top hat. Oddly enough, it had eyebrows much like Peter and Arthur's. Weird, but cool at the same time! Peter held onto his prize tightly, practically squealing in delight. He was soon pulling Arthur along towards the rides, Alfred following them with a laugh. Seeing as his husband wasn't much of one for roller coasters and the like, Alfred took Peter's hand instead and got in line with him. Arthur, meanwhile, stayed back to take pictures and hold Peter's prize.

The day continued much like that, until it was almost sunset. They'd been on almost every ride, every water slide, played every game, and even went down to the beach for a spell before little Peter had tuckered out, now asleep as Alfred carried him on his shoulders. Arthur slipped his hand into Alfred's, bringing it to his lips to kiss the ring. That said more than any amount of words ever could.

With another whole week of vacation left, Alfred couldn't help but look forward to it, and all that would come after.

#usuk #ukus #hetalia #APH England #aph sealand #APH America #human au #domestic fluff #drabble #ixiewroteathing

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Hypnotizing

Rating: G probably

Warnings: USUK, Fluffy goodness

Summary: Fantasy AU. The great Sir Alfred, a wandering Knight, is determined to end the tyranny of a local wizard. Even if no one asked him to.

A/N: Been stuck in my head a few days but I couldn't write it til I was done with valentines. Then I was just lazily putting it off. lol Written at 3 am, so if you see any glaring mistakes let me know.

The Wizard's tower that loomed over the small village from atop the mountain, the one Sir Alfred of Atropa had been climbing for the last hour, had looked far more menacing the night before when he'd arrived. Being a wandering Knight for almost five years, the tall blond man was experienced in the ways of evil sorcerers and witches. Most were wanted for kidnapping livestock for their magical experiments, or even worse, kidnapping villagers for them. So when Alfred heard tales whispered among the people of the surrounding countryside, he had naturally decided to scope it out. The tower in question was undeniably inhabited by a magical entity, that much he could tell from a mere glance. How could he tell so easily? Oh it came with the years of practice he's had. Not to mention the whole structure was perched precariously on an overhanging cliff with no physical supports, and half of the adjoining towers were simply floating in the air.

As he drew near, a few things began striking him as odd. For one, there were planters hanging from every window, lovely little flowers of all sorts growing in them. He knew magic folk liked plants, but most that he had seen before were scraggly dead trees and bushes. Hell, he didn't even see any flowers that he recognized as common poisons or reagents. They were just... flowers.

The next thing that tipped him off was more hindsight than anything. When he had declared he was going to save the village from the clutches of the evil wizard, the Knight distinctly remembered a lack of interest, and even a few laughs. What had been so funny? Were these people so complacent in their capture that they had begun to cope using hysteria? None of them seemed hysterical, or even mildly fearful, so what could he be missing that everyone else was seeing?

A set of large ornate doors blocked his entry into the tower, no doubt sealed with some manner of sorcery. He knocked as loud as he could. “Evil Wizard of the village Belladonna! I have come to defeat you! Reveal yourself!”

That was the last thing Alfred could remember before he found himself standing back in the village square at sunset. Strange, he had left for the tower early in the morning, and arrived before noon, so why was it now so late? A feeling of nausea washed over him, and he realized that some sort of spell had been cast upon him before. Magic always made him feel uneasy like this. Was it the wizard's doing? Alfred clenched his fists, turning to glare up at the tower. If this was how that wizard wanted to play, then so be it.

Day after day, Alfred made that same journey up to the tower, and every time he found himself back in the village square with no memory of the time he had lost. Surely he must be draining the wizard's powers, albeit very slowly. He kept going, the villagers appearing to be amused by his stubbornness. After a whole week and a half had past, Alfred finally heard a voice from behind the large tower doors.

“Oh bloody hell, you're here AGAIN?” Came the voice of who he assumed was the wizard of the tower. “What do you even want?”

Alfred put a hand on the hilt of his sword warily. He debated on trying to ram down the door, but surely there would be a barrier, so it was better not to risk it. Instead, he replied. “I am here to put an end to your tyranny over this village!”

There was a long pause. Unsure of what to do other than wait for a response, the Knight shifted his weight from one foot to the other. After what he deemed was ‘too long’, Alfred knocked again. “Open the door and face me with honor!”

There was muffled chanting behind the door, and the last thing he heard was that same voice from before whispering, “Sleep," and a pair of glowing eyes staring him down from the window.

Once again, Alfred found himself in the village square. So this wizard was going to keep playing hard to catch. That was fine with him. He did love a good challenge, after all. With that in mind, he continued his quest for two more weeks, occasionally getting a word of two out of the wizard he was facing before he inevitably ended up back at the village. As determined as ever, Alfred made his way up to the tower just the same as any other day, though a surprise was waiting for him at the top.

The doors of the tower were open, and a figure stood in their place. Cloaked in rich green silk robes and a cowl black as night, was the wizard of this tower. The mage’s hood fell away with a gust of wind, revealing unkempt sandy blond hair and the most beautiful pair of green eyes the Knight had ever seen. He was so mesmerized by the sight before him, that he'd almost missed what the mage was saying.

“Well? I would rather like to get back to my studies, if you don't mind.” The mage huffed out. “I'm getting so tired of hypnotising you to walk back to town, so would you please just leave me alone? I'm not causing any harm here, you'd know that if you had bothered to ask the villagers.”

Currently at a loss for words, Alfred just stared at the mage, unable to respond. After a few minutes of silence passed, the green robed man threw up his hands and turned to go back inside. “Honestly the audacity of you knights, always knocking on my door and claiming to be here for gods only know what-"

Alfred had tuned out the rant in favor of just watching the mage’s lips move. He had never met a wizard so beautiful before. Most of the time he had to deal with crazy hermits and ragged old hags. Never before had he seen a man or woman so utterly gorgeous that was involved in the magical arts. Sure there had been the occasional younger witch or wizard, but they had nothing on this man right here.

Before he knew it, Alfred was back down in the village, the retreating form of that mage being the last thing in his memory. Now that he had seen who he was dealing with, a new plan began to form in his mind, and he made sure to prepare for it adequately before the next day came. Once everything was in order, he set off on his usual morning climb, the path being familiar to him now. Once the doors of the tower were in sight, Alfred knocked, but instead of shouting, he set down a basket of flowers on the steps. With the flowers lain before the doors, he turned and made his way back down the mountain, unaware of the baffled yet curious green eyes following him.

A whole week had passed since he started his new plan. The doors to the tower were wide open yet again, and the same mage from before stood there, hands clasped behind his back as Alfred approached. He slowed his pace, stopping a few feet from the wizard. For a moment, they only stared at each other. When the silence was finally broken, it was by the mage.

“What is your goal? These baskets you’re leaving behind... why are you leaving them at all?” Those green eyes bored into Alfred's very soul. “Are you poking fun at me?”

Shaking his head vehemently, Alfred took another step forward, offering the basket that was still in his hands. “Not at all! I-ah- I just wanted to ask you... uh- well, if you wanted to perhaps just sit out here in your garden and have lunch with me?”

Obviously taken by surprise, the wizard blinked slowly, processing what had just been said. The pink color that stained that pale skin made Alfred want to just touch and caress the mage’s cheeks, but he held himself back.

“I-I... ah, are you certain...?” The mage asked hesitantly, though he did reach for the basket Alfred was offering to him.

“Of course!” Alfred responded eagerly, “Though, uh, could I maybe have your name first?”

“Arthur.” Came the immediate reply. “My name is Arthur.”

Unable to hold it in, Alfred gave the mage, Arthur, his most charming smile. “I've gotta say... nothing I can think of even compares to the eye catching beauty I see before me right now. You've got me hypnotized.”

Cheeks red with the slightest of smiles on his lips, Arthur led Alfred into his tower. “And I'm not even trying this time.”

#usuk #hetalia #aph america #aph england #fantasy au #human au #ixiewroteathing

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Synesthesia

Rating: G

Warnings: Some existential shit in the beginning, no real warnings, pre-relationship usukus

Summary: The colors had left him, so what would it take to bring them back? Rockstar AU

A/N: I was reading an interview with the lead singer of Panic! At The Disco and his words really resonated with me and pushed this out of my brain shjbjdhsj it started as just me writing my feelings but turned into a fic. Hope you enjoy. A little piece of my soul is in this one.

Colors, words, shapes. Alfred could see them all, and it was beautiful. When a song ended and changed to the next track, new colors appeared, the shapes melted into other forms, and words twisted to become something entirely different. That was how he had always seen the world when he listened to his favorite bands, when he wrote songs on napkins at coffee shops, or when he rode on a bus with headphones in. The music always took him somewhere new, a burst of colors that followed him wherever he went. When he had tried to explain this to his friends, they had looked at him like he was crazy, and he had to laugh it off. Pretending it was a joke hurt him, his insides twisting uncomfortably. No one would be able to understand.

Those long years in high school had turned his colors gray, the shapes vanished, and words no longer came to him. He’d lost all interest in his music, choosing to focus on things that his friends would like better. His guitar sat in his closet, untouched. The drum set he used to bang on? In the garage, gathering dust. Every year, the colors faded even more, and had all but vanished by the time he was graduated. Life had become a chore, nothing brought that same feeling back to him, but at least his friends and family were satisfied. His parents were proud of him for giving up his dreams and going for the dreams they’d picked for him. His friends enjoyed the sports they played together, urging him to play professionally. Naturally, he did as he was told, but all the joy on his face had become fake. His smile was forced, the laughs were hollow, yet no one seemed to notice.

Laying in bed, watching the ceiling fan rotate slowly, Alfred reflected on his life. What was good about it? Others would say he had it all, but was that really true? Did he really have it all if it all felt so empty? The tears started small at first, but as the weeks turned to months, more came out, spilling forth in tidal waves of blue. He wrote the first song in years, a testament to the pain that stabbed at his heart, gut wrenching feelings that awoke within him after so many years of being crushed and put to the side. He tore that paper in half, leaving it in the bottom of his closet with the other remnants of his old joys. It was too painful to look at them anymore, to see that reminder of happier times, when his joy had been real.

TV flickering to life at his command, he numbly watched the news, wanting noise to drown out the words in his mind. Oh but it never worked, they would always be there to haunt him when he went to sleep, stealing the rest from his body and leaving him drained by the time he had to wake up in the morning. The weather rolled by in a blur before something caught his eye. A man in a torn up punk rock style shirt who was flipping off the cameras. Arthur Kirkland, the name scrolled along the bottom of the newscast. Then a miracle happened.

Music played on the TV, video of this man’s concert, and something caught in the corner of Alfred’s vision. There was another flash to the side, and he’d seen it for sure that time! It had been green, he was sure of it! The video clip ended and he desperately waited, hoping that the music would play again, or perhaps the name of the band would be shown. When he had no such luck, Alfred turned to the internet, the saviour of his ignorance. Typing in the name Arthur Kirkland had led to a plethora of interview pages, but one particular name stood out. “Black Rose Tea...”

The name echoed in Alfred’s mind as he typed it into a video site, praying for results to show up. Blessedly, the band did pop up, album after album showing under the search results. He chose a song at random, listening to it while he lay on his bed. The colors graced him with their presence, shapes and words joining in and nearly making him cry from the feelings they evoked. He’d found them again, after so many years, his words and colored shapes had returned to him. The feelings within him were overwhelming, but he just kept playing songs, listening to each and every album, desperate to get more of that beautiful imagery flowing before his eyes. At around four in the morning, he ran out of songs to listen to, but that didn’t matter anymore. He had what he needed, and he was ready to give up everything he had to keep a hold of it.

The weeks rolled by as normal, but he now saw the world in a different light. Everything seemed brighter, happier, or maybe that was just him? The colors radiated so strongly, music filling his very soul and making his smiles feel less and less empty. When the news was announced that Black Rose Tea was coming on tour in the USA, Alfred had stayed up for 48 hours straight just to buy VIP tickets for the venue closest to him. He spent all the days before the concert preparing, unable to hold back his excitement, no matter how many odd looks he got from teammates and friends alike.

The night of the show, he was eagerly bouncing on his heels backstage, ready to see the band walk by and to their dressing rooms. What he saw soon after nearly broke his heart. The drummer of the band had walked out, leaving a fuming Arthur and a shell shocked Kiku Honda behind. Did they have a backup? From the looks they were giving each other, and their hushed tones, he figured that it was a no. Biting his lip, Alfred glanced warily at the large bodyguards, before he inched closer to the rope that kept the fans back. When he figured he was close enough, he realized he had no way to get their attention. That was when he remembered what he had brought for Arthur to sign.

Hurriedly, he pulled out the sheet of paper, the one that had the song of his sorrows on it, then scribbled a message on the back and balled it up. With a quick prayer to any diety that would listen, he threw the paper, hitting the singer on the back of the head. Surprised by the sudden hit, Alfred could soon see the glare he received from the rocker. Thankfully, the band’s other member, Kiku, had chosen to pick the paper up and unfolded it carefully. In black ink, the note read: ‘If you need a temporary drummer, I know how to play all your songs.’

Arthur took the note and read it, then he eyed Alfred warily before calling for security to bring him forward, all while the other fans nearby whined. Clearly they had not seen that fight as Alfred had, because they chose instead to complain about the concert being late to start and cutting into their autograph time. Holding up the note, Arthur raised an eyebrow at Alfred skeptically.

“Do you really know them all? Even the most recent release? It’s only been out for a month--”

Alfred nodded his head quickly. “If you give me sticks, I can prove it. I just... I just wanna help. I saw what happened right here and I know all these guys will definitely be upset if you had to cancel just because Francis is being a drama queen.”

That comment earned a snort from Arthur, who was now smirking. “I like you already. Follow me, we’ll see if you have what it takes to handle this job for one night. Can you sing?”

“Uh, I mean, I’m nowhere near as awesome as you, but I think-”

“Flattery gets you nowhere kid, can you sing?”

Alfred felt his cheeks redden in embarrassment. “Dude, you’re only a year and a half older than me, I’m not a kid... and yeah, I can sing.”

As they stepped into a closed off rehearsal room, Kiku politely handed the paper back to Alfred. “You write well. Is this a song?”

“A songwriter, hm?” Arthur snatched the paper before Alfred could, and read it over.

That was it, Alfred’s life was complete, Arthur Kirkland was actually reading his song, oh sweet jeebus have mercy was it hot in here? Face as red as Kiku’s base, Alfred couldn’t help but fiddle with his jacket sleeves. What would Arthur think of his music? Surely it would look amateurish compared to any real singer, but Alfred figured that it at least had feelings to it.

When he was done reading, Arthur’s eyes met Alfred’s, a startling green staring at his own blue with surprise. The words that left his lips caught Alfred off guard.

“You see them too?”

That very same green that filled Alfred’s soul with every song of Arthur’s he’d listened to, it was in his eyes right now. The world had come to a stand still, and Alfred could only numbly nod his head in affirmation. Yes, he did see them, he had for the longest time. “Your music brought them back to me. My whole world had lost color, but when i heard you, I- I could see again.”

A small, genuine smile was the response, and Alfred swore his heart had stopped in that very moment. Those beautiful eyes stared into his own and he felt a whole new type of color flow through him. It was one of the most glorious feelings Alfred had ever been lucky enough to experience. It may have been only infatuation, but it was a start.

“Come on, lad, we have a concert to perform. What’s your name?”

“Ah-uh, Alfred Jones.”

“Alfred, hm? Welcome to the band.”

Arthur handed the paper back after writing something on the top. It was a single word, one that Alfred had never heard before, and yet he knew what it meant already. A word for the things he saw when he was in the music, feeling it, breathing it, living it. Loving it.

Synesthesia.

Synesthesia is a neurological condition in which a person experiences "crossed" responses to stimuli. It occurs when stimulation of one sensory or cognitive pathway (e.g., hearing) leads to automatic, involuntary experiences in a second sensory or cognitive pathway (e.g., vision).

#hetalia #usuk #ukus #pre-relationship usukus #band au #rockstar au #human au #ixiewroteathing #ixie wrote a piece of her soul and is still sho o k

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Royally in Love

Rating: G (some minor swears)

Warnings: USUK, nothing much else except this is Omegaverse but it’s sfw

Summary: It is the Queen of Spade’s Birthday, and the King is eager to make it their best memory too.

A/N: Made for @aliciatheanimefreak ‘s birthday!!! HAPPY BIRTH EVEN THO I’M LATE HAHAHAA

The birthday of a royal was always a big deal, no matter which of the Six Kingdoms you lived in. Festivals were set up weeks in advance in every major city, and smaller faires were held in the more remote villages. The biggest of all the celebrations had to be, of course, the ball held within the palace. Nobility and Royalty from all over gathered within the walls of the palace, and out in the courtyard a feast was held for the common folk, so long as there was no ill weather. If the weather happened to be bleak, the feast was held within the palace’s many banquet halls, as the main ballroom would be occupied already.

Joyous citizens paraded around the streets, excited for the games and merriment, as well as being eager to relax for a day. The buzz of excitement was felt within the palace walls as well, all servants in a tizzy over the preparations, but also eager to partake of their own staff feast. No one felt the rush of excitement this day more than the King of Spades himself. His Queen had only recently been found, and this was to be their first birthday celebration together. Alfred kept bouncing on his heels, much to the ire of the tailor who was making last minute adjustments to the young monarchs coat.

“Your Majesty, please hold still!” The tailor chastised as a frustrated sigh escaped his lips.

Alfred's cheeks lit up with embarrassment. “Sorry, sorry, I just can't help it! I have a Queen now! A really beautiful Queen and he's smart and he dances way better than me and-"

As he rambled on, the tailor merely nodded, smiling once more. It had been a long time since the chosen royals had been so in love after first meeting. Most had to take many years to finally be comfortable as more than just King and consort. The change was a welcome one, and the entire Kingdom rejoiced in the hopes for a future of prosperity under their new rulers. The changing of the monarchs had always been a time of nervous anticipation as the crown was passed, either by a simple death of one or more of the previous monarchs or by magical forces choosing the most suited to rule.

Alfred had been chosen, as the previous royals had passed away from old age. His mark appeared almost immediately after the news hit that the King was dead, and a Jack was found soon after. The Queen remained elusive for an entire year, only coming forward after a forced search was enacted. As it had turned out, Arthur was adorably unaware of his mark, the swirling spade design resting on the back of his left shoulder. He had simply never noticed.

Their first meeting was still fresh in his mind, those beautiful emerald eyes staring right at him from beneath the largest eyebrows he'd ever seen. Not that they looked bad, mind you, they suited him very well. His scent was subdued, but Alfred could catch hints of tea and flowering gardens. The look of annoyance was what had caught Alfred off guard. “This is to my King?” Arthur had asked the guards that escorted him. “This King is only a boy!”

Alfred tried not to take offense, reigning himself back to keep his own scent from souring. He got that often, his looks being much younger than he actually was. As delicately as he could, Alfred explained.  “Um, actually, my Queen, I'm in my 23rd Summer this year.”

A flush of embarrassment from being corrected spread over Arthur's face, the scent changing accordingly. It smelt like a rose in full bloom mixed with a sour lemon. Alluring but also making him wrinkle his nose at the same time. His Queen sure was a wonder. After an apology for his assumptions, Alfred took his Queen for a tour of their new home. Just like that, some sort of switch flipped in them both. They relaxed, getting to know each other for a few days as their paperwork built up on their desks. It wasn't until the Jack himself dragged them both back to work that they had time to think on their feelings.

It was almost something like love.

The memories made Alfred smile, so many good ones in such a short time. Their first kiss in the gardens at night, the Jack having to pry them apart one day when Arthur's heat had started out of the blue, and the moment they had confessed to each other just how much they were in love. None of it compared to what Alfred had been planning for weeks now.

The tailor finished making adjustments to Alfred's clothes, and if Al knew anything about fashion, he would have said he looked pretty damn good. There were more important things on his mind, however, as he rushed out of the room with a thank you to the hard-working man. Racing down the halls, Alfred eventually came up to a small tea room’s doors. This was it. Arthur always had his afternoon tea in this room at exactly 4:00 pm. Opening the doors, Alfred saw his Queen sitting with a book in one of the plush chairs, a tray of small cakes stacked high and steaming hot tea in front of him.

Taking notice of Alfred, their eyes met and a slight smile came across Arthur's lovely pink lips. Alfred wanted to kiss him so badly in that moment, but he was on a mission. He played it casual, returning the smile and quietly sitting next to his Queen, one arm around his shoulders. “What are you reading today, honey?”

“I told you already, don't use pet names on me.” Arthur scolded, but Al knew that he didn't mean it. “I'm reading a book of poetry from Clubs. It's actually quite nice, if a little depressing. Perhaps it's all the winter themes that give it a cold undertone...”

Alfred could listen to Arthur mutter about books all day. It was one of his many adorable quirks that the King had come to love. “I didn't even know they had poets up in Clubs.”

“Everyone has artists, love, even from Kingdoms you have a childish rivalry with.” The Queen teased him, smirk on his lips.

Cheeks puffing like a child, Alfred crossed his arms. “That has nothing to do with anything! Ah, I'm getting sidetracked again...”

After taking a deep breath, Alfred stood from his seat, taking Arthur's hand. “Artie... you know I love you, yeah? You know that I'll do anything for you?”

He could smell the confusion and suspicion in Arthur's scent, but the Queen merely gave a nod of affirmation. Alfred could feel his palms getting sweaty, the smell of nerves filling his own scent as he fumbled to grab something from his pocket and kneel at the same time. “T-They make this sound so easy in books...”

Once he had the box in his hand, he could see Arthur's face switch from confusion to shock. Alfred couldn't help but smile. “Arthur, My Queen, My Consort, My one and only...” He paused to let it sink in, “Will you marry me? On our terms? I know we were married at our coronation and we had to mate to consummate that but, w-will you marry me again? Just for us?”

Alfred nearly knocked the tray of cakes over when Arthur had jumped on him, just repeating the word ‘yes’ over and over again. The feelings of happiness inside them both were pouring out through both their eyes now, tears streaking their faces. Alfred kissed Arthur's tears away, pressing his lips to his Queen’s forehead, then his cheek, then finally their lips met each other and it was one of the best feelings Alfred had ever experienced. This was truly the memory to top them all.

When that sparkling ring set upon Arthur's finger, Alfred let out a cheer, causing the guards to rush in thinking there was an issue. However, they quickly went back out, letting their monarchs have some privacy in the little tea room. Two royals so in love was certainly an adjustment the Kingdom would have to make, but it was a happy one.

#usuk #APH America #APH England #cardverse au #omegaverse au #ixiewroteathing #oneshot #this was way longer than I intended lmao #hetalia #HAPPY BIRTH #aph china #oops forgot yao is in here

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USUK V-Day Event #2

Summary: Alfred is a computer science student with no hope for his love life. Arthur is a lonely Literary Arts student. What makes everything better? Certainly not sending encoded messages to your crush.

Warnings: Language, suggestive theme but nothing explicit (yet).

A/N: HAPPY VALENTINES DAY @narcoleptic-art

Alfred sat in the grass on the university's quad, typing away on his laptop. It would probably be more efficient for him to do his work in his dorm, but dammit it he didn't love sitting in the sun. It was healthier to work out here anyway, no matter how distracted he got. Oh boy, and here came one of his biggest distractions now. A blonde with vibrant green eyes was making his way across the courtyard, chatting with someone, probably a classmate.

Arthur Kirkland was a sight to behold. He may look like a stuffy old man on campus, but take him out to the club and he transformed into a sexy demon of a man, piercings and all. And fuck if he didn't turn Alfred on either way. Unfortunately, Al was stuck in a place he liked to call the ‘acquaintance alcove’. Arthur would occasionally call him for help in math or if he had laptop trouble, and Alfred would call him for help understanding literature assignments. It was a nice setup, but it wasn't enough.

There was this tension between them, Alfred could feel it. Sometimes he caught Arthur staring, and he knew for certain he'd been caught doing the exact same thing. Neither one of them seemed to know the next step. As Arthur waved to him, Al couldn't help but smile, returning the gesture and just watching him leave. Shit he had a good looking ass.

Sighing, Alfred got back to work. They were re-learning binary and base64 right now, just simple things to revise before midterms, their professor blessedly keeping homework light. Valentines day was coming up too, if only he could get a date for it. Ideally that date would be Arthur, but there was no way he could ever confess. If only he could say what was on his mind and Arthur wouldn't realize it and reject him. A thought then came to him as he stared at rows and rows of gibberish letters and numbers. Maybe he could do just that!

Getting out his phone, Al hummed to himself as he began typing a coded message. After about five minutes, he nervously hit send and awaited a response. Arthur would probably be confused, so he needed an excuse. A butt dial maybe? Say his phone was on in his pocket and must have typed randomly? That could work.

The messages read as follows:

Alfred: SSB0aGluayB5b3UncmUgY3V0ZQ==

Arthur: Jones? What is this supposed to mean? It's not more of that god awful text talk, right?

Alfred: oh shoot haha sorry man that was a mistake my phone was on in my pocket I guess

Arthur: I'm not even going to attempt to correct that mess of a sentence. Did you finish your assignment?

That was how it began. Once or twice a day, Alfred would send an encoded message and just claim it was an accident. Arthur eventually said that maybe Alfred should replace his phone if it was so sensitive, but he insisted it was fine. It was a good thing Arthur didn't take the same classes. As his messages progressed, they got less and less innocent.

Alfred: SSB3YW50IHRvIGhvbGQgeW91

Alfred: WW91ciBhc3MgbG9va3MgZ3JlYXQgdG9kYXk=

Alfred: R29kIEkgd2FudCB0byBmdWNrIHlvdQ==

He may have been going a bit overboard with the amount he was sending, but it just felt so good to say them. If only Arthur felt the same way for sure, then Alfred could just ask him out. The doubts inside of him kept him at bay, his own mind being his worst enemy when it came to his love life. Anxiety was killer for him, and he couldn't help but feel that Arthur was only ever annoyed with him.So he just continued his messages, not a care in the world. Little did Alfred know, Arthur was getting suspicious of all these ‘mistake’ messages.

#usukvday2k18 #usuk #aph america #aph england #narcoleptic-art #ixiewroteathing

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USUK V-Day Event Entry #1

Summary: Alfred had the perfect day planned, and Arthur had no idea what was about to happen!

Warnings: Cliffhanger :), Implications of character death/severe injury

A/N: HAPPY VALENTINES DAY JU!! @not-aph-england

Nothing in the world could stop him today! Alfred had just picked up some roses at a flower shop on his way to Arthur's house. He had chocolates in his bag, and something extra special in his jacket pocket. Today, Valentine's Day, Alfred had big plans. He was practically shaking on his bike from the excitement of it all. Yes, nothing at all could hold him back now, he was going to go to his boyfriend's house and love him into next month.

They'd been together all this time, though of course there were fights here and there. Nothing was ever too major though, he loved Arthur too much to let some petty arguments ruin anything. He was sure Arthur felt the same, even if he never wanted to admit it. Artie was stubborn like that, and it was one of the things Alfred found frustrating and endearing all at the same time.

Their first date all those years ago was still fresh in his mind. He'd spilt ice cream onto Arthur's pants, and when he tried to clean it off it had just made things look super awkward for the both of them. Yet despite all of that, Arthur had laughed. He'd laughed and that was the moment Alfred had been stricken by just how beautiful the man really was. Even now, getting Arthur to laugh was hard, but it was also completely worth it in the end.

Rounding a corner, he could see the block with Arthur's apartment ahead. Almost there, so close he could taste it. His phone rang, playing ‘Shut Up and Dance’ by Walk the Moon. It was Arthur's ringtone, and Alfred couldn't help himself. He answered, putting the phone on speaker and holding it tight as he steered his bike. “Hey babe~ I'm almost to your place.”

Arthur, from what Alfred could tell, was excited. Alfred had learnt to tell some of Arthur's emotions from his voice, though it was difficult because the tone of his voice was kept mostly controlled. “Oh? Well I suppose I'll have to make you some coffee then.”

Al could almost hear the smile, but Arthur would just deny it anyway. “Thanks! I've got some presents for you, hope you're ready!” Alfred couldn't help himself. “And I have something special planned, unlock the door, I'm here~”

The curiosity in Arthur's tone was the last thing he could make out as he fumbled with his phone to shut it off so he could park his bike in a moment. He was right at the street of the apartment complex, but he'd failed to see the red light coming up. Before he even knew what was happening, he was in the air, then on the ground again, shock leaving him frozen on the street as pain began to surge through his body.

For what felt like an eternity, he couldn't breathe. He couldn't hear. He couldn't think. He could only see the blue sky above and the pavement below. It was as if time had slowed down, leaving him in a form of shocked stasis. The first thing to come back to him were his thoughts, rushing by at a mile a minute, all jumbled together. Thoughts of Arthur, thoughts of his plan, thoughts of why this had to happen to him now of all times? The second thing to come back was his hearing.

He could hear the screams of bystanders, the cursing of the driver who had hit him, and the sounds of people shouting for help. What he heard most though, was a tiny ding of metal. The ring he'd brought for Arthur, the one he was going to propose to his boyfriend with, was rolling across the pavement until it stopped and laid as still as he was.

#usuk #usukvday2k18 #hetalia #aph america #aph england #ixiewroteathing #💖💖💖 Ju

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A Lifetime to Eternity

Rating: T????

Warnings: Swearing and death mention? Idk

Summary: Sweet Devil USUK, Alfred has met his quota already, so why is he going after this one human so intently?

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY OWYN!! Made for @owynsama . Suggestion was Sweet Devil with human Arthur.

It wasn't that hard being a Demon Lord. There were responsibilities, of course, but nothing that was unreasonable. Alfred just had a quota of souls to bring to hell every so often. He liked to imagine that those stuck up angels also had quotas, and he hoped that their punishments were at least half of what could happen to a demon, but he doubted it. The soul quota could be difficult, or easy to reach, it all depended on your assigned area of Earth. The highest ranking demons got the best spots, such as cities and war zones. Lower ranks ended up with rural areas most often, making it near impossible to tempt enough humans to rise in the ranks. That wasn't to say that they didn't occasionally get lucky, like having one of Earth’s many natural disasters wipe a small town off the map.

Alfred himself had risen quite high, and so his own area was an urban ‘hell hole’. He hardly ever needed to even try getting his quota, though he did enjoy taking bets with neighboring Lords over who could cause the worst disaster in one sitting. That was what he was observing today. He had set everything up. A man, tempted by him to get dead drunk, was now speeding across the highway. All the pieces were set, there was nothing more he could influence. The rest he had to leave to human judgement, and he absolutely hated this part.

Oh but he had no need to worry, one slip up later had the entire highway in a cloud of smoke. He grinned to himself, watching his soul counter rise and giving himself a pat on the back. Sure, not all souls were going to him, some inevitably went to heaven. That was just how this whole system worked. He turned to his servants, who were watching with glee, and he himself felt even more elated. Oh yes, this was going to be one to brag about. A glimmer of light caught his eye in the portal.

“You've got to be fucking kidding me...” Alfred growled as he saw the unmistakable light of a heavenly angel. He had checked with his sources if any were to be on patrol near his area, so why was this one here? He was certain that they must have been far off and rushed in, typical goodie goodies. Well it was no matter, there was no one left to save.

He had been so wrong. The angel actually found someone stuck in the mass of crushed metal and had saved the man. He appeared to be unscathed too, which was beginning to piss Alfred off. How dare he survive something like this with next to no injury! Checking the list of souls in the area, Alfred was quick to identify the man. Well too bad for this Arthur Kirkland, as he had just earned the ire of a very petty Demon Lord. Right then and there, Alfred swore to himself that he would take this man's soul personally.

He leapt into the portal, to his servants’ dismay, and made his way to where the man was, disguising himself with ease by possessing the body of a nearby man. This would keep that blasted angel off his case, at least for a little while. The man went to the hospital to be checked, and that was when Alfred began forming his plan. He jumped from body to body, eventually taking control of the nurse that was seeing to Arthur. With a sickly sweet smile, he grabbed a needle and a bottle of something, he didn't care what, enough of anything would kill this man. “Hold out your arm, you need a shot, just in case.”

Alfred was almost there, just a little closer, when the doctor came in and stopped her. “Lucine, this patient wasn't scheduled for any shots!”

Alfred cursed to himself and left the woman's body to hover in the air. The poor nurse dropped the needle in surprise. “Oh heavens, you're right, I don't know what came over me...” She looked around warily as if she could sense being watched.

The man he was after, Arthur, crossed his arms. “Do be more careful next time! Giving someone the wrong medicine could kill them!”

Oh good, this guys was an asshole. Alfred smirked to himself and got a closer look. Not that bad looking either, if he was honest. He'd make a fine demon for his court. That is, if Alfred could kill the fucker. Thus began a series of near death experiences for this poor unfortunate soul. Alfred tried everything he could think of! Tempting the construction worker to be lazy, leaving some loose poles that Alfred just so happened to knock free. Arthur survived it. Getting another driver drunk and watching them run a red light, only to get smashed by a bus, sending shrapnel that should have hit Arthur, but it had somehow missed! Needless to say, Arthur survived it.

Alfred knew that the angel was no longer around, so what could possibly be keeping this fucking asshole safe? He'd tried dozens more times, each more convoluted than the last, and each time Arthur had survived somehow. His quota had been blown past, so why was he still so focused on killing this one man? At this point, it bordered on obsession. Alfred had no idea how many days he'd spent trying to get at least one thing to kill this man.

After so many days, maybe even weeks, he'd grown tired of it all, and decided to take matters into his own hands. He materialized himself on Earth, blue eyes glowing from the alleyway he was waiting in. As soon as he caught a glimpse of that shaggy blonde hair, he reached out and pulled the human unto the alley, pinning him to a wall and growling into his ear. “Do you have any idea how fucking hard it is to kill you???”

Arthur, obviously stunned, only stuttered out a reply. “I-I would hope that I would be r-rather difficult to kill--”, He tried his hardest to get a look at his attacker, eyes wide with fear. “--oh God, what the hell are you?”

Alfred flipped the smaller man so they could be face to face, his eyes boring into those green ones. “Me? Oh I'm no one~” He teased. “Just someone that's been trying to take your souls for FUCKING DAYS ON END.”

Seeing his terrified look pleased Alfred greatly, though he also felt something off. A presence that was pushing him back. He let Arthur fall to the ground as he wrinkled his nose in distaste. “What on Earth are you carrying in your pocket? It's awful...”

“My pocket?” Arthur blinked slowly before he pulled out a small bag that jingled with its contents. “It's just a sachet, t-to ward off... evil...”

Slowly the pieces came together in Alfred's mind and he backed away slowly. “A witch...” He glared at the bag with all the intensity he could muster. “You're a fucking witch, anda damn good one huh? That's why I couldn't kill you with my influence...”

Alfred kicked a nearby trashcan a good twenty feet in frustration. “Fucking dammit!”

Now it was Arthur's turn to stand there confidently, sachet in hand. “I'm a high priest of my own coven, yes. My magic is quite powerful.”

That comment earned him a glare from the angry demon. There was one group that demonic influences didn't work on. High ranking religious officials. Of course, there were very rare times when the higher ups of Hell themselves would go influence them, but minor Lords like Alfred didn't have that kind of power. “You listen here and you listen good,” Alfred pushed the man to the wall again, “I will carry you to hell with my own two hands eventually, and don't you forget it. I will get you.”

Within an instant of pure darkness, Alfred was gone, leaving Arthur in the alleyway alone. He held the sachet closer to his chest. This was going to be a very long lifetime.

Alfred did keep his word though. Eighty years later, when Arthur died peacefully in his sleep, Alfred dejectedly pulled the soul from his body. The resulting demon that formed from Arthur's soul merely smirked as he appeared, stepping closer to Alfred and laying his hands on his chest. “Aren't you going to carry me to hell, my Lord?”

Sneer on his face, he swept Arthur into a bridal carry, then spread his wings. “This is going to be a long eternity.”

#usuk #sweetdevil!america #APH England #tw death mention #tw swearing #sweet devil au #human au #ixiewroteathing #owynsama #happy birfday binch hope u like it #oneshot

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(GL)ASS WORLD

Rating: T (language mostly lmao and an innuendo)

Warnings: USUK, no other warnings

Summary: Arthur owns a store called Glass World because he designs and sells stained glass. His sign breaks and says ‘ass world’.

A/N: Lmao requested after I made the au prompt. @chunruu 👀 Bribed me as well.

The life of Arthur Kirkland could be described as anything but exciting. Not to say that his life was boring, oh no. He had a nice job of course, designing and making stained glass fixtures for businesses and churches. ‘Glass World’, a bland name, but it got the point across fairly well. His love life was somewhat lacking, but that's what cats were for right? He had two of the little buggers running around his house. His life was average. Not exciting, but certainly not boring.

Nothing stays the same for so long though, and so on a fateful stormy afternoon as the power is knocked out, Arthur doesn't hear the two loud pops from his sign out front. Thunder had drowned out the sound, making him blissfully unaware of his predicament. His beloved shop sign now read ‘Ass World’ in large red letters.

At first it seemed that no one had noticed. Life went on as usual, but Arthur found the amount of people loitering in front of his store to take selfies was increasing at an alarming rate. He had never understood the appeal of scrunching his face up just to take a picture of himself. If he needed his own picture taken, someone else could take it for him properly. At least the people out front were harmless, and perhaps if he was lucky, one of them may be an actual customer.

Days went on like this, random passerby taking a photo with his storefront, and occasionally some would stop in. At least this selfie business was netting him a few small jobs, though the way some of these people giggles incessantly wore down his nerves. Their faces would sometimes turn red from them attempting to stifle their laughter. Honestly, what could be so funny?

Yet another week passed before a familiar face stepped into Arthur's shop. Tanned skin, golden hair, and a blinding white smile caught his attention. Striking blue eyes settled onto his own green ones, causing him to take a step away from the counter. “Good heavens, Alfred, when did you get back in town?”

That smile brightened, if that were even possible, and the blonde made his way over to Arthur. “Nice to see you too, Artie. I actually just got here, saw the store sign, and I just had to pop in.”

Arthur shook his head, smiling fondly as he relaxed against the counter. “You should have at least gone to see your parents first.” He gave Alfred's shoulder a slap. “I'm nowhere near as important a visit they are.”

That had Alfred laughing, that carefree attitude the same one Arthur had fallen for in high school. If only he hadn't been a two years above the lad, maybe they could have been sweethearts. Ah well, no use in wishing for the past. He held out a hand to shake Alfred's, though he knew the lad would surely pull him into some form of bear hug. Always so affectionate.

As if on cue, Alfred did just that. He tugged Arthur forward with his offered hand, landing the smaller man inside the circle of his arms. The hug felt so nice, those warm arms settled on Arthur's back. He felt one travel a little low for his taste, but he wouldn't reprimand the other. Alfred likely hadn't realized it anyway.

That was when Arthur felt a hand on his arse. His cheeks flushed and he pushed at Alfred's chest. “W-What are you-"

“I saw your sign out front.” Alfred's cheeks were red, but his smile was a teasing one. “Ass World, huh? Does that mean your ass is for sale? Cause if it is, I'm totally interested in buying~”

Arthur's brain was damn near short circuiting before he registered thag he was being flirted with. “I-I would prefer if you bought me dinner instead-" He began lamely before something clicked in his mind. “-wait, WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘ASS WORLD?’”

The next few hours were filled with laughter, embarrassment, and a hasty call to a neon sign repair company.

#hetalia #usuk #aph america #aph england #based on a prompt I made #ixiewroteathing #chunruu #this is for u kii enjoy #lmao ass world... #I can't stop laugjing