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Hetalia Family Week - Day 1: Hobbies

This is my entry for @hetafamilyweek day 1 - hobbies (and hugs)

Summary: They didn't have time for family hangouts often, with them being nations and all that, but whenever they did, it was safe to say it was the most fun any of them would have that week.

Sometimes, they would just go for a coffee or lunch or have a picnic. Other times, they would binge-watch a series while cuddling on the couch. And then, there were times like this.

This has also been posted to my a03!

Disclaimer: the opinions of the characters aren’t necessarily the authors opinion. Also, some of the sentences have been translated with Google Translate. If there is any mistake, please let me know and I'll fix as soon as possible! The translations are at the end.

Names used:

Willem = Netherlands

Femke = Belgium

Laurent = Luxembourg

Antonio = Spain

Matthew = Canada

Abel = Holland, @starflight-blog oc

Sjoerd = Friesland, @starflight-blog oc

Lieke = Groningen, @starflight-blog oc

Relevant headcanons time!

- Femke owns a cat named Mika

- Matthew and Willem are married (see end notes for more info)

- Matthew uses he/they pronouns

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They didn't have time for family hangouts often, with them being nations and all that, but whenever they did, it was safe to say it was the most fun any of them would have that week.

Sometimes, they would just go for a coffee or lunch or have a picnic. Other times, they would binge-watch a series while cuddling on the couch. And then, there were times like this.

"Can't you two sit still for like five minutes? If you want this painting to actually look good, you're gonna have to let me actually have time to paint you!"

"What if we want it to look like Picasso?"

"Laurent, hoepel een eind op, Picasso sucks and so do his paintings."

"Don't let Antonio hear you say that."

"Antonio can go fuck himself."

"Guys, let's keep this fun, alright? I want to enjoy this day," Femke chimed in. Willem huffed but didn't complain further. Laurent grinned and continued composing a piece for the harp standing next to him.

(When Laurent had led them towards his "inspiration room" as he liked to call it, which was just a room filled with instruments, art supplies and more, both siblings had been filled with dread at the thought of Laurent playing the tuba, or god forbid, the trombone. Willem had said: "Laurent, I swear to god, if you're going to play the tuba or the trombone, I'm going to throw both you and the instrument out of the nearest window." To which Laurent had been a smartass and replied, "Can you even lift all that weight though?" That had ended up in a chase through the house that ended when Femke tackle-hugged both.)

The comfortable silence continued for a while, broken only by the occasional sigh from one of the siblings or Laurent trying the piece on the harp.

"Hey, Fem," Laurent walked up to her while he was taking a quick break, "What're you making?"

"Well, I'm trying to embroider our pets, but this stitch just won't work, godverdomme-"

"Maybe you should take a break and come back to it later? It's getting late anyway, we should eat dinner soon," Laurent suggested. Femke nodded. When no conformation came from Willem, they turned to him.

"Hey, earth to Willem! Did you hear what we just said?" Laurent asked, walking up to him and quickly stopping next to him. "Nondikass!" He exclaimed. "Willem, that looks amazing! How'd you do that in such a short time?!"

Femke, now curious, walked up to her brothers and peeked over their shoulders. "What the fuck, Willem," she gaped at the painting in front of her. It was clearly her and Laurent doing their respective hobbies, with beautiful lighting and background. The vibrant colours of the front of the painting was a stark contrast to the background, which had much softer tones. "You told us you were rusty! What part of this is rusty?!"

Willem, who was now looking more like a tomato, opened his mouth, no doubt to point out all the things that were wrong with it, but Laurent cut him off. "Nope, Mr. Perfectionist, you're not pointing out all the imperfections of this, and that's final. This is a masterpiece, seriously. Don't give me that look!"

"You know," Femke mused, "I might actually hang this in my house once it's dry."

"Guys," Willem said, flustered, "It's not that good. Really. Thanks for the compliments, but-"

"No buts!" Femke exclaimed at the same time Laurent yelled: "Not that good?!"

"Yeah, it's... the colour's off, the perspective is weird, and-"

"I am this close to actually strangling you with your scarf, Willem," Femke cut him off, her hands on her hips. "So what if it isn't perfect? That doesn't make it look any less amazing! I'll tell you what, we're gonna take a break, then we're going to come back here, and you'll see how amazing this actually looks."

Willem looked at her for a few seconds before sighing. "Fine..."

"Now don't go around brooding like that, it's no fun," Laurent said while shooting Femke a quick thumbs-up. Femke grinned.

"Now, come on! I'll make waffles!"

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"Hey, Matthew replied!" Laurent exclaimed, effectively cutting off Willems' story on the antics of Abel and Sjoerd.

(Apparently, they had gotten into a fight over who had the most creative curse words. This had ended in Abel singing along to the curse word song in Dutch, until Lieke walked in. Sjoerd had promptly slapped a hand over Abel's mouth to stop him from ‘tainting Lieke's innocence’. It was weird.)

"What do you mean?" Willem asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, dearest brother of mine," Laurent replied with a shit-eating grin, which did absolutely nothing to ease Willem's worries. "Because you didn't seem too convinced by us literally shouting how amazing your painting was, we decided to send a picture to Matthew-"

"You what?!"

"-to see what he thinks of it," Laurent continued, unfazed. "Since, you know, you seem to care a lot about what they think, about as much as you care about what we think? I mean I would hope so, considering we're your siblings, but-"

"You're getting off track, Laurent," Femke cut him off. "Anyway, we figured that if anyone other than us would manage to convince you that your painting is amazing, it's gonna be Matthew."

"I-"

"Don't even try to deny it. We went to your wedding, remember? We know how much you care about him. Which is a good thing, by the way. So, Laurent, what did they say?"

"Well, there's an all-caps keysmash, followed by an all-caps 'what?!'. Scratch that, basically everything is in caps. So, the general train of thought is 'what the fuck, this is beautiful, how the fuck did he do this, he calls this rusty?!' And finally, 'I love it 10/10 would hang in my living room and/or show off to my family and friends. It's beautiful and I'll physically fight him on that.'"

"Awww, that's so sweet! See, Willy, your painting truly is amazing!" Femke, sporting a somehow genuine but shit-eating grin, patted her brother on the back. Said brother had his head in his hands and may or may not be crying.

"I hate you two," came the muffled reply with no real heat behind it. Femke and Laurens laughed.

"We love you too, you softie! Now come on, who's ready to spend more time together!" Femke cheered, already halfway across the room.

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"Jezus Christus, Femke, that looks amazing!" Willem said, looking at the embroidery his sister had made. It pictured their pets, Pelutze, Mika, and Nijntje.

"Aww, thanks Willem!"

"Wait, let me see- wow, sis, this is really good! I love it!"

"Thank you, Lau! By the way, is your composition nearly finished? I want to hear it!"

"Me too, actually."

"Well, it's not done yet, but I can play what I have so far?"

"Yes please!" Femke smiled.

Laurent sat down and started playing the piece of music he had written on the harp. Moving his fingers delicately along the strings, the beautiful melody carried along the room. Once he was done, he looked up.

"So... what did you think- Femke are you okay?!"

"Yeah, sorry, it's just... it's so beautiful!" Femke cried, flinging herself at Laurent and crushing him in a hug.

"I agree with Femke, it was wonderful," Willem chimed in, walking over to his siblings. Femke quickly included him in the hug.

"You two are so talented, what the hell!"

"Fem, you're crushing me," Laurent gasped. "And don't you dare exclude yourself, have you seen what you just made?!"

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts, remember," Willem said, parroting her words back to her with a smirk.

"Why are you like this?"

Willem laughed at this. "You still love me despite it, though!"

"That's not an answer!"

"Is it not?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Guys, please stop. This is a stupid argument," Laurent rolled his eyes.

"Rolling your eyes at us? How rude, Lau," Willem said, locking him in a headlock and ruffling his hair.

"Hey, let me go!"

"Hmmm, let's see... Nope."

"Oh, come on! Fem, help me out here!"

Femke just laughed in response.

"Betrayal!" Laurent screeched, struggling to get out of his brother's headlock. Femke just laughed harder in response, almost falling over.

"You know, you could always just say the magic word to get out."

"The magic- What am I, five?"

"You certainly act like it sometimes."

"Fëck dech."

"Real mature, Laurent."

"Oh, like asking for the magic word is so mature."

"Absolutely. I haven't heard it yet, by the way. Femke, are you doing alright?" Willem asked, as his sister was now lying on the floor, tears streaming down her face. Gasping for air, she shook no.

"Seems like you'd better let me go before we make Femke choke," Laurent commented. Willem tsk-ed.

"Fine, fine. Fem, get up," he said, letting Laurent out of the headlock and extending a hand towards Femke.

"Give- give me a... minute," she said, still gasping for air. After she managed to get enough air in her lungs and not burst out laughing after she saw her brothers standing in front of her with worried (albeit semi-irritated) looks, she finally took Willem's offered hand.

"You two are utter morons."

Willem gasped. "Are you hearing this, Laurent? Slander, complete and utter slander!"

"Well, she's right about one of us, and it isn't me."

"Laurent, ik tyf je de Noordzee in als je niet ophoudt-"

"Try me, old man-"

"Who're you calling old you little-"

''Oh for- hou uw bakkes! If this becomes another argument, I will smother both of you!''

''You wouldn't dare,'' Willem said. After a beat of silence and a fierce glare from Femke, he added: ''Would you?''

''I don't know, why don't you find out?''

''Fem, you're scaring me a bit here,'' Laurent said nervously. Femke hummed. Laurent looked at Willem, wide-eyed. Willem just looked back and shrugged.

''Could you even reach me though?'' Willem, who apparently had a death wish, asked.

Femke whipped around, glaring at her brother. Willem just glared back.

''Guys, no, no one's getting killed today,'' Laurent interjected. ''This is supposed to be a fun family meeting, remember? If there's any way anyone's going down,'' he added on, a devilish grin on his face as he slowly inched closer to his still glaring siblings, ''It's going to be this way!'' he yelled as he quickly poked Willem in his side, who immediately yelped and tried to get away. To no avail, because Femke quickly latched onto his arm and started poking him in his side too.

''No, Fem, wait- What did I do to deserve this?!''

''Well, uh... you took the last waffle?''

''Are you asking me, or-'' Willem started to ask, then yelped again as his siblings started to tickle him.

''No! Please, mercy!''

''Hmmm, Lau, what do you think? Should we stop?'' Femke asked, looking at her younger brother.

''I don’t know, Fem,'' Laurent answered back, devilish grin still on his face. ''He hasn’t said the magic word yet.''

''Godverdomme, natuurlijk is dat het antwoord. Kut! Laurens, stop!''

''Hmm, let me think. Nee.''

Femke snickered. ''He looks like a worm, wiggling like that.''

''How the fuck-''

''Oh my god you're so right,'' Laurent said. ''Willem the worm,'' he started to say, but burst out laughing halfway through. Femke laid on top of Willem, wheezing. Willem, meanwhile, looked absolutely mortified.

''You two are so immature,'' he said.

''Says the guy currently laying on the floor because he's ticklish.''

''I will strangle you,'' Willem threatened.

''Try me, bit- Hey!'' Laurent started to say, before Willem had reached forward and pulled him besides him.

''You know, this is actually surprisingly comfortable,'' Femke commented after a beat of silence.

''No, you're heavy. Get off me- Lau don't you dare lay on top of Femke or I swear- oof!''

''Hmm? What was that?''

''I'll kill you.''

''Aw, we love you too!''

''... Ugh, fine, if I say it, will you get off?''

''Maybe!''

''You two are gremlins, oh my god. Fine, I love you too.''

''He said it! Lau, he said it!''

''Yeah yeah, we all heard it. Now get off me.''

''I mean... technically I never promised I'd get off-''

''Off. Now. Or I'll never bring you stroopwafels again.''

This earned him a scandalized gasp from both of his siblings.

''You’re so mean! How dare you deprive us of stroopwafels?!''

''You can't do that!''

''You two are impossible. I said off,'' Willem complained, trying to sit up. Which was hard, considering Femke was literally laying on top of him.

''Say the magic word first.''

''Are you serious right now? Femke, we are not five.''

''So?''

''... Fine. Femke, can you please get the fuck off me?''

''Fine, close enough,'' she said as she got off Willem, who immediately took a deep breath.

''Finally, oh sweet air how much I've missed you.''

''You’re so weird. Anyway,'' Femke said, turning towards Laurent. ''You recorded the whole thing, right?''

Laurent laughed and rolled his eyes. ''Like you had to ask.''

Willem gaped at them, before jumping up. ''Godver- Laurent give that camera here, right now!''

''No, I don’t want to. I must say this is great blackmail material.''

''Laurent, als je nu niet die camera hier geeft, dan-''

''Du muss mech als éischt fänken!''

Needless to say, Willem ended up chasing Laurent through the house, Femke following closely behind. In the end, all three of them ended up in a dogpile on the couch, laughing. Yeah, family meetings were fun indeed.

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Translations:

Hoepel een eind op (Dutch) = a nice(ish) way of saying ‘fuck off’ or ‘go away’

Godverdomme (Dutch, Flemish) = goddammit

Nondikass (Luxembourgish) = used as an exclaimation, meaning something like ‘damn’.

Jezus Christus (Dutch) = Jesus Christ

Fëck dech (Luxembourgish) = Screw you

Ik tyf je de Noordzee in als je niet ophoudt (Dutch) = I will throw you into the North Sea if you don't stop. (The word ‘tyf’ is pretty rude though, albeit used by a lot of teens in my experience, so I would not recommend going around actually saying this.)

Hou uw bakkes (Flemish) = shut up

Godverdomme, natuurlijk is dat het antwoord. Kut! (Dutch) = ‘Goddammit, of course that's the answer. Fuck!’ (even though the word 'kut’ doesn’t mean ‘fuck’, it's used as a replacement pretty often. The more accurate translation would be ‘vagina’, as that is literally what it means, but it's used as a curse word more often than not.)

Nee (Dutch, Flemish, Luxembourgish) = No

Laurent, als je nu niet die camera hier geeft, dan- = Laurent, if you don't give me the camera right now, then-

Du muss mech als éischt fänken! (Luxembourgish) = youre gonna have to catch me first!

Stroopwafels are a Dutch delicacy, I love them so much. Basically, they’re waffles with syrup in between. Google them for examples and probably a better explanation.

I am physically incapable of not adding in a sprinkle of NedCan. I'm sorry (but actually not really,, as stated, Willem and Matthew are married so technically Matthew is family- *gets smacked*)

The ending is more crack and longer than I intended because I have no self-control. Sue me.

Moral of the story: don't anger short ppl. They’re angrier cuz they’re closer to hell-

Yes Willem is ticklish, I said what I said.

Bonus scene: ''Wait, so if Willem is a worm, would Matthew be like... a moose?''

''I am begging you two to stop. Laurent, stop laughing!''

#hetafamilyweek2021 #aph benelux #aph netherlands #aph belgium #aph luxembourg #hetalia #hws netherlands #hws belgium #hws luxembourg #aph friesland #aph holland #aph groningen #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #sibling banter #somerandomdutchfangirl #somerandomdutchartist

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somerandomdutchartist · 3 years

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Note to self: before you do your lineart, check to see if your makers are water-based or alcohol-based and then use the correct fineliners

#ah yes these are alcohol marker proof baby #Wait why is it smudging... wait fuck these are water based sHIT #yea this just happened #me lining my artwork #me colouring it in with my new markers #p a i n #i spent like 5 hours on that shit rip #rant #sort of #somerandomdutchartist #art #traditional art #markers #lineart #water based markers #alcohol based markers #artists on tumblr

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yazexa · 5 years

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Try out this page! It's so fun to make characters with it!

I finally could make a really pretty OC. (Like this is the 20th remake of her.)

@somerandomdutchfangirl @somerandomdutchartist

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somerandomdutchfangirl · 3 years

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Hetalia family week day 3: Surprise

My third entry for @hetafamilyweek

There's this Dutch tradition called ‘surpise’. Basically, during the holidays people buy small gifts for each other and put them in a ‘surprise’ based on the other person's interests. For example, someone who's really into drawing can receive a giant pencil made with a PVC tube and paper-mache, with gifts like drawing pencils and markers in it. For more examples, search for ''surprise papier mache''.

You’re not supposed to know who has picked who for the gifts (as you draw lots) and you can also make a poem to go with it. Up until this point, the siblings don't know who had picked who.

Names:

Willem = Netherlands

Femke = Belgium

Laurent = Luxembourg

Translations at the end!

Look, when Willem convinced his siblings to do this with him, he didn’t see a reason for any rules. Which was stupid, because of course his siblings managed to be nuisances even when simply exchanging gifts.

As Willem mourned his now glittery carpet (that stuff will never go away again, he'll probably have to buy a new carpet. He should send Laurent a Tikkie, since it was his gift that had caused this monstrosity in the first place), Femke was busy laughing her ass off. Typical.

''You're buying me a new carpet,'' Willem said when he finally managed to get over the shock that came with a sudden explosion of glitter. How on earth Laurent had managed to build a glitter bomb inside of a tulip made of paper, Willem would never know.

''Aww, don’t be like that, Willy!'' Femke said.

''That's easy for you to say, Fem, this isn’t your carpet.''

''Come on, it’s just glitter-''

''’Just glitter’? Fem, dat klotespul gaat nooit meer uit m'n tapijt!''

''Just open the rest of your gifts, alright? We can worry about the glitter later,'' Laurent said, effectively cutting off the argument that would have started otherwise.

''Fine, fine,'' Willem said, before digging through the quite frankly unreasonable amount of glitter, trying to find his gifts. When he finally found them, he tried to get most of the glitter off the wrapping paper, to no avail. Sighing, he gave up on trying to get the glittery mess under control.

''Come on, open them!'' Laurent said, clearly impatient. Rolling his eyes, Willem opened the nearest present. A sketchbook and some pencils fell out. Letting out an appreciating hum, he moved onto the next gift. This one had some tubes of paint and brushes. It wasn't much, but it was personal and that was what counted. Willem loved it.

''Thanks, broertje,'' he said, ruffling Laurent's hair with a glitter-covered hand. Laurent grinned.

''Alright, me next!'' Femke cheerfully said. She twisted around and got a giant paper dog from behind the couch, closely resembling Pelutze. Laurent was already looking exited as he gingerly took the dog from Femke.

When he had finally figured out where the gifts were hidden (in its belly), Laurent stuck his hand in, exited for the gifts. As soon as he did, however, his face showed nothing but disgust, as he quickly took his hand out.

''Femke, wat ass dat?!'' he screeched, as Femke started laughing. His hand was green and slimy. Willem groaned. Great, slime. Was he the only sane sibling?

The answer turned out to be yes, as Laurent scooped up more of the slime and threw it at Femke, who squealed. In return, she reached over to Willem's tulip and scooped up some glitter that was inside of it. Before he could stop her, she had already thrown the glitter at Laurent.

''Godverdomme, stop-'' was all he could say before the slime hit him in his face. Oh, it was on. Scooping up more of the glitter, trying (and failing) not to get any more of the atrocity on the carpet, he quickly made his way over to Laurent.

''No, wait! Please, have mercy!''

''Hmmm, let me think. No, sorry broetje,'' Willem said, not sounding sorry at all as he dumped the glitter on top of Laurent.

''I'll never get this out of my hair and clothes again, what the fuck Willy!''

''Serves you right, you asshole. First getting glitter on my carpet, then throwing slime at me? The disrespect.''

''Come on, Lau, get on with it! Open your gifts!'' Femke said. Huffing, but smiling, Laurent reached into the slime. A few seconds later, he pulled out a gift. He laid it on the table, which happened to be the nearest flat surface not covered in glitter. Reaching into the slime again, he pulled out several more gifts. He then looked at Femke.

''Was that everything?''

''Why, is it not enough?'' she replied with a teasing smirk. Laurent rolled his eyes.

''No, I just don’t feel like touching any more slime for the next century or so.'' Femke giggled at this.

''Don't worry, that was all!''

''Oh, Gott sei Dank,'' Laurent said as he reached over to the nearest gift, which turned out to be a music note necklace. He immediately clipped it on, before moving to his other gifts. Next up was a card deck, decorated with musicians. Next up was a CD from Laurent's favourite band.

''Femke, where did you get this? This is amazing, merci!''

''No problem, Lau! I'm glad you like the gifts!''

''Like them? I love them!''

Naturally, the two of them were now looking at Willem, impatiently waiting for him to give his surprise to Femke. So, he reached behind him and grabbed the gigantic carton waffle. Femke stared at it in awe, mouth agape.

''I thought you were super busy?! When did you make this?''

''I was. Several all-nighters and glue gun burns where faced to make this, but it was worth it.''

''Ge zijt zot, Willem.''

Willem rolled his eyes. ''Just open it. And before you ask, no, there's no slime or glitter in it.''

Femke seemed to pout at that, but quickly found out where the waffle opened so she could reach her gifts. The waffle was filled with shredded paper to make the gifts a bit harder to find, but at least it wasn't as messy as the glitter or slime.

Femke tried to get out all the gifts at once, but it proved futile when she couldn’t fit all of them through the hole in the waffle. When she did get out all the gifts, she made quick work of opening them.

First, there was a bag of cookie cutters in all shapes and sizes. Then, a Delfts blue egg tray and an apron joined the gifts. Lastly, a notebook came out of its wrapping. It was tattered and had lots of other papers sticking out of its pages, making it appear like a journal of sorts.

''Willy, is this... is this your personal cookbook?''

''One of them, yes.'' Femke stared at him, before tearing up and pulling him in for a hug.

''Thank you, I love it!''

''Uh.. Yeah, no problem, Fem,'' he said, awkwardly patting her on the back. Over her head, he shot Laurent a questioning look, to which his younger brother shrugged. Not very helpful, but whatever.

A few seconds later, Femke stepped back, rubbing at her eyes to make the tears go away. Only to pull Laurent close to her and Willem and drag them into a group hug.

Once they pulled back, Femke smiled.

''Let's get this mess cleaned up, shall we?''

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Translations:

Fem, dat klotespul gaat nooit meer uit m'n tapijt! (Dutch) = Fem, that stupid stuff is never getting out of my carpet!

Broertje (Dutch) = little brother

Femke, wat ass dat?! (Luxembourgish) = Femke, what is that?!

Willem, ge zijt zot (Flemish) = Willem, you're crazy

If it wasn't clear, this is who had who:

Willem -> Femke

Femke -> Laurent

Laurent -> Willem

#hetafamilyweek2021 #hetalia #aph benelux #aph netherlands #aph belgium #aph luxembourg #hws benelux #hws netherlands #hws belgium #hws luxembourg #fanfic #fanfiction #somerandomdutchfangirl #somerandomdutchartist

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somerandomdutchfangirl · 3 years

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Hetalia Family Week - Day 2: Family being idiots

My 2nd entry for @hetafamilyweek!

Summary: Willem braids Femke’s hair. There’s a lot of bickering. Laurent isn’t paid enough for this shit.

Also cross-posted to my ao3!

Names:

Willem = Netherlands

Femke = Belgium

Laurent = Luxembourg

Gilbert = Prussia

Antonio = Spain

Just pretend Femke's hair is long enough to be braided.

Tw: alcohol (beer and wine), cursing.

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''For fuck's sake, Femke, sit still if you want me to braid your hair!''

''It's not my fault you keep tickling me!''

''How on earth am I tickling you?''

''Yeah, I'm definitely not drunk enough for this yet,'' Laurent, who had just walked into the room, groaned.

''Please give me a beer too. She's been like this since I started.''

''You poor soul. Is Heineken okay?''

''You know it!''

''Please, Laurent, the day Willem stops drinking Heineken is the day Gilbert stops saying he's awesome.''

''So never?''

Femke hummed in response. Willem continued weaving the strands of hair together, creating a Dutch braid.

A couple of minutes later, Laurent returned with two wine glasses, a bottle of wine and a bottle of Heineken in his hands. When Femke reached for the wine, he slapped her hand away.

''Nu-uh, not yet, big sis. I haven't gotten the snacks yet.''

''What do you mean, we're sitting right here?''

''... Fem, that was the worst joke you've ever made.''

''I disagree, remember that time in the 60s when-'' Willem started to say, but quickly got interrupted by Femke elbowing him in the gut.

''Nooo, stop it, we agreed on never talking about that again!''

''What the fuck, why did you do that?!'' Willem said, wheezing.

''I'm sorry, I panicked!''

''And your first reaction is to elbow the person behind you?!''

''I told you I was sorry!''

''And I'm still not drunk enough for this. I also brought snacks,'' Laurent interrupted their argument.

''Great, let me finish this and we can watch Netflix or something.''

''How long ‘till you're done?''

''Femke, jij zuipschuit, it'll literally take a few seconds. Chill.''

''Says the guy who regularly drinks Heineken. I don't understand how on earth you can drink that stuff,'' Femke complained, making a face.

''Get that sour look off your face, big sis, or it'll be stuck like that!''

''Oh very funny, Lau, absolutely hilarious.''

''Like you didn't use to tell him that all the time when he was younger.'' At Willem's smartass comment, Femke's face quickly turned red.

''What is this, roasting Femke hour?''

''Maybe.''

''Yes.''

''I hate you two.''

''We love you too. Also, the braid is done. You can start drinking now,'' Willem said, rolling his eyes. Femke immediately brightened, twisting around trying to see the braid.

''Wait, Fem, let me take a picture for you,'' Laurent said, trying not to laugh at the sight of Femke twisting around like a dog chasing its tail.

''Thanks! Wow, Willem, I love this!'' Femke said, twisting around to face her brother, a big smile on her face.

''Yeah, you're welcome, it's no big deal...'' Willem replied, looking like he wanted to hide his face in his scarf.

''Alright! What're we going to watch?'' Laurent asked, effectively ending the slightly awkward silence that followed.

''Depends. Do we wanna watch a documentary, or an animated movie, or life action?'' Femke replied, counting the genres on her fingers.

''Wait, Willem, this is your Netflix, right? Why's La Casa De Papel in your 'Continue watching' list?''

''Uh...''

''You watch La Casa? Oh my god this is great, I'm going to tell Antonio!'' Femke said, already taking her phone out.

''Don’t you fucking dare tell him, Femke, or I swear-''

Laurent rolled his eyes. ''Why does it matter if Antonio knows you watch La Casa?''

''Because it’s going to inflate his already way too big ego, that's why!''

Laurent stared at Willem, who was currently trying to wrestle Femke’s phone out of her hand. So far, he was unsuccessful. Laurent sighed and refilled his glass with wine. This was going to be a long, long day (but he wouldn't have it any other way, honestly).

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Translations:

Jij zuipschuit (Dutch) = someone who drinks a lot of alcohol

Sorry it's so short, my brain really said ‘inspiration who??’

Willem has a hard time accepting compliments and that is, quite frankly, A Mood. He also watches La Casa De Papel and you cannot change my mind. Don't tell Antonio this though.

Also the siblings share a Netflix bc I Said So.

Headcanon: Femke is actually really strong, pass it on.

Ned: yeah hi i braided your hair, thats gonna be 5 euros

Bel, already taking the braid out: haha, what braid? No braid to be seen here, i dont owe u shit

Lux, pulling out a bottle of wine: its too early for this shit-

#hetafamilyweek2021 #benelux #aph benelux #tw alcohol #tw wine #tw beer #tw cursing #aph netherlands #aph belgium #aph luxembourg #hws netherlands #hws belgium #hws luxembourg #hws benelux #somerandomdutchfangirl #somerandomdutchartist #fanfic #fanfiction #hetalia

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Hetalia Family Week: Day 4 - Vacation

Day 4 for @hetafamilyweek. Also cross-posted to my ao3!

I'm sorry it took so long to post this, school started again and I did not have the spoons to focus on this after school. So it might take a bit longer than expected to finish this. Now, onto the chapter!

I blame @tiredmay

Names:

Willem = Netherlands

Femke = Belgium

Laurent = Luxembourg

Matthew = Canada

Antonio = Spain

Ludwig = Germany

Tw: fire (a building burning down), cursing, an all caps sentence

''Well, I'd say that went well,'' Laurent said. Willem and Femke turned to stare at him.

''What part of this went well?! The hotel is going up in flames, and we're still lost!''

''Eh, small details.''

Willem and Femke looked at each other.

''Lau, did you get possessed or something? Do you even hear yourself?'' Femke asked, incredulously.

''No, wait, I think I missed something. Since when is this a hotel?''

''It's a hotel for parentless children, of course.''

''… I am this close to strangling both of you.'' Willem facepalmed. How on earth did they end up at a burning orphanage on their way to their family vacation? No wait, he knew the answer to that. The three of them were too busy bickering to really notice the map, getting lost as a result. Well. Maybe he should text Mattie to see how they feel about adopting a kid?

''… Maybe we should help?'' Femke said after a moment of silence.

''Fem... As much as I hate to say it, I don't think that's a good idea,'' Willem replied. Seeing his sister's defiant look, he added on, ''We're not trained firefighters, and if we go in without any kind of fire-resistant clothes and walk out alive, without any lasting injuries, how're we going to explain that?''

His sister sighed frustratedly, rubbing at her eyes. ''You're right,'' she said, sounding tired.

''I don’t like it any more than you do, Fem, but- Laurent, what the fuck do you think you're doing?''

Laurent was currently running towards the orphanage, despite the clearly panicked protests from the people around them.

''Laurent, get back here!'' Femke shouted, running after him. For fucks sake, did both of his siblings have a death wish? If Ludwig got wind of this, they'd never hear the end of it.

Groaning, he started to walk forward to where his siblings had run off into the building. He quickly got stopped by one of the firefighters though, who asked him where the hell he thought he was going. He quickly explained the situation to the best of his abilities (just because he was currently somewhere in Spain, even though they were supposed to be in France, and the fact that he could speak both languages just fine, didn't mean he had to like it, or even pretend to be good at it. Fuck you, Antonio. And before you ask, yes he knows how petty he's being. Let him have his fun).

Suffice to say, he didn't get past the firefighter. Not that he needed to, because to the shock of everyone else, his siblings came out of the orphanage, a couple of kids huddled around them. All of them were miraculously unharmed. And naturally, Femke and Laurent were bickering. He could already feel a headache forming. Ludwig was not going to be amused.

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Ludwig was not, in fact, amused. Willem got that much as he was woken up at six in the goddamn morning during his vacation by angry German yelling coming through his phone.

''Willem, was zum fick habt ihr euch gedacht, dass ihr in ein brennendes kinderheim reingerannt seid?!''

''Ook een goedemorgen, Ludwig, ja het gaat goed met ons en de kinderen, niemand raakte gewond. En vraag dat maar aan Femke en Laurent, zij zijn namelijk degenen die het brandende weeshuis in renden.''

Yeah, waking up to angry German yelling really was not his ideal wake-up call, but what're you going do about it. Oh right. Pressing the red button, Willem effectively ended the call. Then, he sent a text to his cousin.

'Call me back at a more reasonable time, you heathen.'

Ignoring all other incoming calls, he put his phone down and went back to bed, hoping to catch some sleep before his gremlin siblings decided to wake him up for breakfast.

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A stressful day later, they arrived at their intended location. After Ludwig had called him back and chewed out all three of them, they decided to leave as soon as possible, before any of the people that were there at the orphanage came looking for them.

Currently, they were enjoying the sunset while lounging on the beach, nursing a drink. Suddenly, Femke sighed.

''You know... I have a feeling our vacation isn't going to get any more exciting than it’s been so far.''

''Sure, if you can call running into a burning orphanage exiting,'' Willem said. ''Besides, I do not feel like being yelled at by Ludwig again anytime soon.''

Femke only hummed in response.

''I do agree with Willy on this, big sis,'' Laurent said. He was laying on the sand, one hand over his head, the other tracing shapes in the sand. ''I just want to have a relaxing vacation, with no burning orphanages or yelling Germans.'' Willem snorted at that.

''Don’t worry, broertje, no more yelling Ludwigs will be encountered during this trip.''

''Merci Gott.''

''Hey, Lau,'' Femke said conversationally.

''Yeah?''

''Are you just going to lay there for the rest of the evening?''

''Probably, why do you- AAAAAH WAT DE FUCK, DAT ASS KALT!'' Laurens screamed as he jumped up to get away from the cold water. Femke was wheezing, as was Willem.

''You guys are so mean!''

''Thanks, we try.'' Willem was smirking now.

''Aaschlach.''

''Klootzak.''

''Stop it, you two,'' Femke said, rolling her eyes. ''We should head back to the house.''

''Do we have to?''

Femke gave Laurent a deadpan stare at his question. After a few seconds, he sighed. ''Fine. But can we come back tomorrow?''

''Sure.'' She leaned closer to Laurent and said in a stage whisper: ''Perhaps we can even throw Willy in the ocean.'' Her brother gave her a mischievous grin.

''Hey, I heard that!''

Laughing, they took off running towards their house, Willem chasing after them, also grinning. And if Willem caught them and threw them into the ocean? Well, there would be several occasions for revenge.

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Translations:

Willem, was zum fick habt ihr euch gedacht, dass ihr in ein brennendes kinderheim reingerannt seid?! (German) = ''Willem, what the fuck were you guys thinking, running into a burning orphanage like that?!''

Ook een goedemorgen, Ludwig, ja het gaat goed met ons en de kinderen, niemand raakte gewond. En vraag dat maar aan Femke en Laurent, zij zijn namelijk degenen die het brandende weeshuis in renden. (Dutch) = A good morning to you too, Ludwig, yes us and the children are doing fine, no one got hurt. And you can ask Femke and Laurent that, they're the ones that ran into a burning orphanage.

Broertje (Dutch) = little brother

Merci Gott (Luxembourgish) = Thank god

AAAAH WAT DE FUCK, DAT ASS KALT! (Luxembourgish) = AAAAAAH WHAT THE FUCK, THAT’S SO COLD

''Aaschlach'' and ''Klootzak'' = asshole

#hetafamilyweek2021 #aph netherlands #aph belgium #aph luxembourg #aph benelux #hws netherlands #hws belgium #hws luxembourg #hws benelux #hetalia #fanfic #fanfiction #somerandomdutchartist #somerandomdutchfangirl #my writing

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somerandomdutchartist · 4 years

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Hey everyone!

I posted a new fanfic, and I'd really appreciate it if you'd check it out!

Here's the summary:

When Petunia Dursley takes in Harry Potter, she does not expect to love him. He reminds her of her sister and her husband, both freaks from a world so unlike her own that it feels surreal. She takes him in, a boy with black unkempt hair, a lightning scar on his face and the green eyes of her sister, but she doesn't love him. That is, until she does. Watch out, wizarding world. Petunia is a fierce woman, and an even fiercer mother!

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25716112/chapters/62441665

Ff.net: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13662959/1/Harry-Potter-and-The-Universe-In-Which-Petunia-Is-A-Decent-Human-Being

Wattpad: https://my.w.tt/asqh2wwBJ8

#somerandomdutchartist #fanfic #harry potter #ao3 #ff.net #wattpad #harry potter au #au #au fanfic #its also gonna be very gay #plus a lot of representation #black hermione #autistic hermione #black autistic hermione #petunia is nice au

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somerandomdutchartist · 5 years

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Galaxy - Good Omens fanfic

Okay so I might have jumped on the 'Crowley is Raphael' train and my brain came up with this at 12 am. Enjoy!

Aziraphale found Crowley sitting on a bench in St. James park, looking up at the night sky. It was a clear night, and the stars shimmered very bright. Aziraphale smiled before sitting next to Crowley, opening a book he had brought with him. After five minutes, Crowley still didn’t look over at him, and it made the angel wonder if he even knew he was here. ‘He’s probably just lost in his own thoughts again,’ Aziraphale thought. It had happened quite a lot lately, and it made Aziraphale wonder if Crowley was okay. He knew better than to ask, though, since the first (and last) time he’d gotten Crowley out of his thoughts (first by talking to him, and when the demon still didn’t respond, shaking him until he responded (what can he say, he had gotten really worried about his friend!)), Crowley had thrown a book at him and refused to talk to him for two weeks. So the angel waited.

After a few minutes, Crowley spoke up. ‘’I helped with creating them, you know.’’

Aziraphale’s head snapped up so fast that he was sure that, if he were a human, he’d have a whiplash. ‘’What?’’

A wry smile made its way onto Crowley’s face. ‘’Yeah, with God and Gabriel.’’ Aziraphale noticed that Crowley spat out the names, but decided not to state that.

‘’I’m sorry dear, I’m afraid I don’t understand…’’

‘’I’m talking about the galaxies and the stars, Zira. I helped God and Gabriel with creating them.’’

Aziraphale looked over at Crowley. He looked tense. ‘’You did?’’ Aziraphale was sure that Crowley could hear the amazement in his voice, and if he did, he didn’t comment on it.

‘’Yeah… Well I did most of it, to be honest. It was fun. All those colours, stars, shapes…’’ Crowley sighed. ‘’It sure was interesting. You don’t want to know how many arguments Gabriel and I had while making them! I’m telling you, Angel, he had no imagination whatsoever! Not that he has one now. Or has he?’’

Realising that the last question was aimed at him, Aziraphale answered with a quick, ‘’No.’’

Crowley snorted. ‘’Thought so. Anyway, yeah, I helped them with creating the universe,’’ he said while gesturing to the sky. He paused and then muttered, ‘’More like they helped me…’’

‘’What was it like?’’ Aziraphale asked, noticing Crowley’s bitter tone.

‘’It was… pretty amazing, actually. I felt like I had some sort of outlet in creating stuff, y’know? Though I might have gone a bit overboard, like creating shapes in them, but at least I had fun! Deciding which colours went where, what kind of stars to put where, creating the planets…’’ Crowley sighed again, but a small smile had formed on his lips. Aziraphale thought that it suited him. ‘’I can’t really describe it, Angel. It was… Well, it was incredible.’’

Aziraphale listened closely. It wasn’t often that the demon opened up about his past, before the Fall. Which gave Aziraphale reason enough to listen with undivided attention and treasure each word that came out of Crowley’s mouth like it was the Bible itself. Which it kind of was, in its own way.

‘’Anyway,’’ Crowley said, startling Aziraphale, ‘’How was your day? Sold any books yet?’’

The sudden change in topic made Aziraphale’s heart drop to his stomach. He actually enjoyed listening to Crowley talking about whatever interested him. Or just in general. ‘’You know I don’t sell my books if I can prevent it, Crowley. And what about you? Did you terrorize your houseplants lately?’’ Aziraphale jokingly said. At the silence that followed, he frowned. ‘’You actually do that?!’’ the angel asked.

‘’Yes, I do! Why, didn’t you believe me when I told you that?’’

‘’I thought you were joking!’’

‘’Angel, when I talk about my plants, I’m never joking.’’

‘’I can’t believe you actually do that! What did those poor plants do to deserve that?!’’

‘’It’s healthy for them! I heard about it in the seventies!’’

‘’Crowley, my dear, that’s ‘talking to your houseplants’. It doesn’t mean terrorizing and yelling at them!’’

‘’Well it works, doesn’t it?’’

‘’Well, yes…’’

‘’Then please drop the matter, Aziraphale. I don’t want to talk about this now.’’

Aziraphale sighed. ‘’Fine…’’

After that, neither of them spoke. Aziraphale thought back to their previous conversation. It had left him with more questions than answers, if he was honest. He felt nervous. He didn’t want to push Crowley, but he was really curious. ‘’Crowley,’’ he said, and then paused. Why was he doing this? It was none of his business.

‘’What is it, Angel?’’

‘’Well… coming back on our earlier conversation-‘’

‘’Zira, no. I’m not talking about that now. You know what, I’m not talking about that ever agai-‘’

‘’Do you miss it?’’ Aziraphale asked, interrupting the demon.

Crowley fell silent. ‘’Sometimes…’’ he said after a minute. It was so soft that Aziraphale wasn’t sure if he had actually heard it or if it was his imagination. ‘’It’s just… it was easier then, wasn’t it? Simpler… Much simpler…’’ his voice cracked. Silent tears where dropping on his cheeks. Gently, Aziraphale took Crowley’s sunglasses from his face and put it away. He held his face with his hands. He then wiped the tears from Crowley’s face and smiled at him. ‘’Wh- what are you smiling at, Angel?’’

‘’At you, of course. What else would there be to smile at?’’ he said gently. He pulled the demon close and let him cry on his shoulder.

After about five minutes, Crowley exhaled shakily. ‘’I can’t believe it. Angel, were you flirting with me just a few minutes ago?’’

‘’Maybe.’’

At this, Crowley let out a shaky, ‘’Oh fuck it.’’ and leaned forward. Aziraphale thought his heart might beat out of his chest. Their eyes locked for a few seconds, with Crowley silently asking for permission. After these short agonizing seconds, Crowley leaned forward completely, brushing their lips against each other. As he kissed back, Aziraphale found himself thinking that this was the best feeling in the world, and that he’d even give up Heaven for it, as long as he could stay with Crowley. When the pair broke their kiss, out of breath (despite of not needing it), Crowley rested his head on Aziraphale’s shoulder again. ‘’You know, Angel, after six thousand years, you still manage to surprise me.’’ Aziraphale could hear the smile in his voice. He couldn’t help but to smile too. ‘’Is that a good or a bad thing?’’

‘’Definitely good.’’

Aziraphale smiled. He reached out and held Crowley’s hand and intertwined their fingers. Together, they looked at the stars for the rest of the night.

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Thank you for reading this, i really appreciate it! I hope you liked it!

Please appreciate this gem that I wrote while creating this fic: [Crowley talking about creating the stars while insulting Gabriel because he's an asshole]

Also I capitalized the 'A' in Angel to show that Aziraphale is special to Crowley.

And would anyone be interested if I tried to draw a scene from this fanfic?

(I can't really write kissing scenes, I'm sorry!)

#good omens #aziraphale x crowley #good omens crowley #aziraphale #crowley #crowley is raphael #fanfic #or an attempt at #somerandomdutchfangirl #somerandomdutchartist #galaxy #gabriel is an asshole #fluff #reblog please #reblog #°^°

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NedCan Week 2019 Day 1: Autumn

Hi! This is my first time writing in this fandom/for this ship, so sorry if the characters are a bit OOC! And sorry that the prompt is a bit late, school has been keeping me busy lately...

Tim is Netherlands' human name, Matthew is Canada's.

I hope you'll enjoy!

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The leaves crushed under their feet as they walked among the trees. Their breath came out in little clouds, the warmth of their breath contrasting with the cold November air. Peacefully, the pair walked through the woods, although one would say they made an odd couple. One of them had wavy, shoulder-length blond hair and framed violet eyes. He wore a red hoodie with a white maple leaf on it, and wore faded jeans. The other was tall, with spiked, blond hair and green eyes. He wore a white and blue striped scarf, under which a coat was visible. The taller one shivered.

‘’Cold already?’’ the shorter one asked teasingly, though one could easily hear the concern in his voice.

‘’It’s freezing, Matt,’’ the older one complained.

‘’No it isn’t.’’

‘’Maybe not for you, but normally, it isn’t this cold, especially not in November.’’

Matt rolled his eyes. ‘’What, you want me to go home and get your hat for you?’’

‘’Oh no. No no no no no. No. I’m not gonna wear that hat. Though I wouldn’t say no to the idea of going home.’’ After a second, he added, ‘’And get that grin off your face. You’ll never see me in that hat.’’

‘’Aww, c’mon Tim! Please? I won’t tell anyone, and I won’t make any pics!’’

At this, Tim turned. ‘’Matthew Williams, if you even think about taking a picture while I’m wearing that hat-‘’

‘’Oh, calm down, would you? It’s just a hat! Besides, you look cute with it!’’ Grinning wildly, Matthew spun around to face his boyfriend, who had stopped. A blush was spreading on his cheeks, and not just from the cold.

‘’’M not cute,’’ he mumbled, cheeks burning. Matthew walked back and kissed his cheek. ‘’Sure. Keep telling yourself that.’’

Walking forward, Matthew yelled over his shoulder, ‘’Hurry up, let’s get home!’’

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‘’Alright, I can make us some tea or some hot cocoa, whatever you feel like.’’ Tim called out from the kitchen, debating whether he should make got cocoa or tea.

‘’Tea!’’ was the answer he got from Matthew, who was picking up all the blankets in the house and piling them on the couch. Rain was tapping at the windows, creating a calm background noise. It was all very cute and domestic. It made Tim smile. He smiled wider when he felt two arms wrapping themselves around his waist. Matthew had sneaked up to him and was now snuggling up against him. ‘’What’re you smiling about?’’ he asked in a soft voice.

‘’About you, and me, and us.’’ Turning around, he snuck his own arms around Matthew and kissed his forehead. ‘’Now, why don’t you go back to hogging all the blankets, while I finish our tea?’’

Matthew smiled up brightly at him and went back to the living room. Turning back to the counter, he filled a kettle with some water and let it boil. He got two teacups and tea bags out from a cupboard, as well as some maple syrup. He snorted. The day that Matt doesn’t want maple syrup with his tea or anything else is the day that the world ends, he thought. Hell, he probably has some sort of secret bunker filled with it, just in case of some sort of apocalypse. Oh well, who was he to deny his little tulip anything?

The kettle whistled, signalling that the tea was finally boiling. He filled the teacups with the water, and took them into the living room. Matthew had just finished piling all the blankets on the couch, though there were probably more blankets than there was couch. Smiling, he shook his head and put the teacups down. Then, he went into the kitchen again to grab the teabags and maple syrup, as well as some cookies.

When he finally sat down on the couch, Matthew started rearranging the blankets around them. When after a few minutes the blankets lay good enough for them both, they made themselves some tea. Matthew snuggled himself against Tim’s side. They just lay against each other, enjoying themselves and listening to the rain.

As had sort of became their ritual, Mathew insisted that Tim took a sip of his tea. After a moment, in which he looked like he was debating the taste, he said, ‘’It’s really sweet.’’

Rolling his eyes and smacking his arm, Matthew told him, ‘’That’s the whole point, smartass.’’

After this, they calmly continued to sip their tea. Tim, who was done faster than Matthew, ran his hands through Matthew’s hair and looked at him, lost in his thoughts. At some point, he must have started to smile, because Matthew looked at him and asked, ‘’What are you smiling about?’’

‘’Nothing much, just that you’re more like Arthur and Francis than you sometimes realise.’’ At the shocked and slightly embarrassed look he got, his smile became soft. ‘’That’s not a bad thing, Matt, but really, tea?’’

‘’Hey, nothing’s wrong with a good cup of tea!’’ At the amused look he got, Matthew started. ‘’Oh God, I really sound like Arthur.’’

He looked over to Tim, who was now laughing. ‘’Hey! Stop laughing!’’

When the laughter didn’t stop, he grabbed a pillow off the couch and smacked Tim with it. The laughing immediately stopped, and a startled silence took its place. ‘’Matthew, I love you, but what the fu-‘’ the older man started to say, but he got cut off by another pillow being smacked on his face.

‘’Matt, I’m not having a pillow fi-‘’ he tried again, only to be cut off by a damn pillow again. He grinned and grabbed a pillow. ‘’Oh, it’s on.’’

No one was really sure what exactly happened, except for the fact that a legendary pillow fight took place. It ended when Matthew pinned Tim on top of the couch (which was still more blankets than couch), before tickling him merciless.

‘’Surrender!’’

‘’N-No!’’ Tim managed to exclaim between laughter.

‘’Surrender!’’

‘’N-Never!’’

This went on for several minutes, in which Matthew’s tickling became more frantic and Tim looked like he was about to explode from laughter. Tears were rolling down his cheeks, and his whole face was red. He was gasping for breath.

‘’Alright! Alright! I’ll surrender!’’ he managed to gasp out between laughter and gasps for air. Matthew finally stopped tickling him and got off him. Tim gasped for sweet, sweet air for a couple of seconds, before finally being able to breath like a normal human being again.

When he got himself together a bit, Matthew cuddled up against his side and mumbled, ‘’Sorry.’’

Tim smiled. ‘’It’s alright, rabbit. No harm done here.’’ He kissed Matt’s forehead, and then his nose, and his cheeks, which made Matthew laugh. Then he kissed Matthew’s lips, which tasted like tea and maple syrup. Matthew always tasted of maple syrup.

When they finally parted, they cuddled up again and just listened to the rain. After a few minutes of silence, Tim spoke up again. What he said, made Matthew smile again.

‘’I love you.’’

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I just see their relationship as really open, honest, relaxed and really really cute. They also tease eachother constantly. Also Tim's pet names for Matthew include 'rabbit' and 'tulip'. Fight me about all of this (wait please don't)

This is the first time writing for this ship/fandom, and English isn't my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes!

Also this just turned into a very cute, fluffy, kinda domestic kind of prompt, whoops XD

(Oh, and the hat they're talking about in the beginning is a white hat, with rabbit ears and a ':3" face on the front. It was a gift from Femke (Belgium) to Tim. Tim is embarrassed about it, while Matthew thinks it's cute)

#nedcan week 2019 #nedcan #aph netherlands #aph canada #hetalia #somerandomdutchartist

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