England: *Grabs France by the collar and kisses them passionately on the lips*

England, pulling away: You’re still not my type.

France: You make me sick.

England and France: *Begins kissing passionately again*

Without context.

Arthur: These children fill my heart with some sort of new emotion I've never felt before. They make me feel warm and want to smile!

Francis: Mon cheri, that’s called happiness.

YES IM LATE BUT I’LL POST THIS ANYWAY 🥳

Yesterday was the anniversary of the Entente Cordiale so here is a lil something

Saw this old post and couldn't help but think of them

happy late fruk day! i just wanted to let you all know that in any au, mr arthur kirkland still has a hard time expressing his feelings :(

[this is the scene that plays right before arthur announces he’s moving branches teehee]

Messy sketch strip of a FrUk hc of mine, Arthur periodically goes to Francis when he's not well. (Yes my handwriting is marvelously incomprehensible, lmao) 

* I give you some random FrUk fluff * 🥰

ayy since gomens s2 is coming, 

here’s a lil crossover i drew a while back ^^

*Something in French*

*Something in English*

Reuploaded cause I fucked up the first time  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ still learning how to renavigate the old tumbles haha

thinkin about paint it white today and i was reminded of this drawing i did

this comm for mxther.tree and _aph_kirkland_ (IG) is based on RP AU and i’m rlly upset that there’s no fanfic about it 😔✌️

My favourite thing about Hetalia characters all looking max 25 or something is thinking about how it would look to human beings who aren't aware of personifications:

Like that Francis will stand up and instantly say something like "I'm too old" and craning his neck to click it while looking 21.

Gilbert will know way too much about military shit and dubbed the weird History Guy if he spoke about it as much as he truly wanted to.

Arthur will say how old Alasdair is while they look literally the same age / similar age bracket (20-25).

How the Kirkland Brothers would have to explain in really shitty ways how they're related but all have different accents.

How they all know so many languages (to Americans all of the other countries are like... "We learn them in school ... It's so normal to know so many languages anywhere but America").

How the kids (Emil, Leon etc) talk about work and people will assume they mean part time work like at a store, but then hear them talk about paper work and documents and politics, wondering aren't these bitches like 17?

Or just the fact that they're all friends, all from different countries and all have international relationships. Like how weird would it be to hear every single person in a group have differing accents, only obvious siblings (Ita Bros and German Bros) being the exception? I'd wonder what kind of college they go to in order to only meet ppl from other countries.

Could you do more pirate England and merman France?

fishy love

the life of arthur kirkland (number one beatles fan and eventual directioner) told through beatles songs

[read left to right, explanations under the cut]

boys

the year is 1992, arthur kirkland is 12 yrs old and he accompanies his older brother to a record store. his stomach does a flip when he sees a photo of two young men on the wall. naturally, he asks his brother who they are. he lets him know they’re john lennon and paul mccartney, just before they started the beatles. arthur asks for a record, and his brother scrapes up enough pocket money to get him a second hand copy of ‘please please me’. it’s more than arthur could ever ask for, and from the first song he’s hooked.

he grows to every album the beatles have made, and as he heads into secondary school he realises that the flip his stomach makes whenever he sees a handsome boy is not just a coincidence. but that’s different, he thinks. it’s okay though, he’s got the familiar voices of john, paul, george and ringo to get him through it.

help!

help!

he’s in high school, a new student moves to his school. francis is obnoxious, flirty and french. arthur’s unsure why francis clings to him at the beginning. they argue a lot, and francis always seems to be trying to one up him. arthur’s long streak of solitude is ruined. but it’s nice. when he’s not terrible, francis is sweet. compassionate even. francis contrasts him, the perfect compliment for arthur’s closed off attitude.

even as francis made more friends, which was inevitable with his charisma, he still stayed good friends with arthur. they walked each other home, snuck out to the roof together and now, weirdly enough, arthur couldn’t really imagine what his high school life was like before francis barrelled in. while he hates to admit it, he can’t help but feel attached. he doesn’t know why, but his stomach does a flip whenever he looks at him.

michelle

observing the gymnastics his stomach liked to do whenever francis came too close or looked in his direction, in tandem with the many love songs by the beatles he listened to on repeat, arthur slowly came to the conclusion that… perhaps his feelings for francis weren’t wholly platonic. he thinks long and hard, how to let francis know. to know how he feels.

in good arthur fashion, he falls back to his comforts. the music that raised him. they’re on the roof during break, arthur’s got his guitar and impresses francis the only way he knows how. he thinks of paul throughout it, thanks the man he’d never met for giving him the words he couldn’t make himself. francis laughs at his french, and arthur wants to melt into a puddle until francis reciprocates his feelings. a kiss. a small one, a gentle one, but that flip in his stomach feels more like a firework.

penny lane

it’s an unusually sunny day in london, and arthur picks up francis from his house so they can walk to school together. francis stares up at the sky in it’s uncharacteristically bright glory. he suggests they skip, arthur asks what for, francis shrugs. he knows what his boyfriend would enjoy.

before arthur can process it, they’re on a three hour train ride. the first train they could find to liverpool. arthur can’t help it, he doesn’t think he’s smiled this much in so long. this is where it started - where is favourite band became his favourite band. he feels an immediate connection to it, and almost tears up when he sees the infamous penny lane sign. it’s a memory he holds dear forever.

oh! darling

they’re older now. high school a distant memory, and the new apartment is the new focus of their lives. the relationship is strong, they’re using the cheapest ingredients to cook and have to fix the faucet every other day but they’re mostly happy. they’ve got each other.

though they’ve never been the most easygoing pair. they bicker often, and disagree on a lot of things. finances, date nights, the future. they’re used to it though. bickering has become it’s own sort of comfort. but one day arthur takes it a step too far, pushes francis in ways he normally knew to avoid. the bickering turns into an argument, a real one, the worst one they’ve ever had. francis can’t look at him and arthur’s stomach drops. he’s done it, fucked up the best thing in his life. his favourite, perhaps the most emotional of all of paul’s songs rings clear through his head. he finally understands it. why paul sounds so hurt. so desperate.

in the end, it turns out okay. they talk about it, arthur wonders why francis doesn’t leave him but all francis can do is smile. it was one obstacle, he could never leave him. arthur’s always been such a silly man.

martha my dear

they save up for a piano. arthur’s always loved music (clearly) and the piano is the one instrument francis is actually quite good at. they figure it’s something they can eventually put in their forever home.

arthur revealed this back in high school, why ‘martha my dear’ was one of the songs by the beatles that brought the most comfort. arthur, he says, i thought paul was saying arthur. francis laughs and laughs until his eyes are teary, but keeps it in the back of his mind forever.

they finally have their piano, and francis is often sat there playing whatever melody he can think of. arthur gets home later than him one day, exhausted and upset. francis thinks for a moment before it clicks back in his mind, the familiar tune ringing throughout the small apartment. arthur my dear, he begins. francis doesn’t quite know all the lyrics, but it makes enough sense to register in arthur’s mind. it’s much different to paul’s voice, but francis’ brings butterflies to his stomach all the same.

ob la di ob la da

life goes on. they have better jobs, and a piano is not their biggest investment anymore. it’s a bit rundown, but with some love and care, they bring an old house to a new glory. it’s beautiful, and most importantly theirs. they love each others company, but they’re ready to bring someone new into their lives. two new people in fact, twins. they adopt two baby girls, amelia and madeline. they couldn’t be more different in personality, and they’re certainly a handful but arthur and francis wouldn’t have it any other way.

parenthood is interesting to say the least. they barely sleep, and their days are constantly filled with noise, but they make the most of every minute. arthur can finally listen to ob la di ob la da and relate to desmond and molly jones.

as the girls come of age, they develop their own interests. madeline can’t go two days without being on an ice rink, and amelia only listen’s to one direction to arthur’s initial displeasure. it’s a lot for francis and arthur to handle, but they know they can get through anything. all of them can. the kirkland-bonnefoy’s are a force to be reckoned with.

in my life

he’s been with francis for years. they know each other inside and out. every little quirk, good and bad, was permanently etched into the back of arthur’s brain. they’ve been through everything together. grand moments, memorable events. the sort of stuff you tell your friends at dinner parties to impress them, but it’s the smaller moments. the quieter moments that arthur loves the most. the mornings where francis lets himself sleep in, both still basked in the afterglow of the night before and sunlight from the window.

arthur can study him in full, count every strand of hair, trace his fingers down the curves of each muscle of francis’ body, and whilst he’d never say it to francis, he also starts to notice wrinkles. francis would cry if he knew, but it doesn’t bother arthur one bit. it’s part of francis. arthur understands how one person can impact your life so much, he understands what paul and john sing about. and the usual anxiety that lingers in his stomach subsides.

sixty four

their kids grew older, but they keep in touch often. friday nights are reserved for family calls, updates. how the girls are doing in their careers, how their partners are. it makes arthur tear up everytime, but whenever he hears their voices or sees them in person, he’s surprised. he never thought he could be so proud. he and francis did well. it’s just the two of them again, in their home full of memories and pictures. arthur feels lost without all the noise, and francis knows this. he pulls out an old record, arthur’s favourite sgt peppers.

it’s the song john hated. sixty four. paul’s granny music. and arthur can briefly remember a time in his teenagehood, when he was so set on hating the world and everything in it, where he agreed. why would paul write something so simple? so sappy? but as he aged, met new people, experienced new things, paul’s simple lyrics and desires resonated. he knew he was his favourite for a reason.

to grow old with someone, that was a pleasure in life that arthur felt fortunate to receive. to have someone be yours, forevermore. and even after all these years, having francis be so close, to look at him in that way as they dance sloppily around the living room. yeah, the butterflies are still there.