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#he betrays england for spain.......
doberbutts · 1 month
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I’m wondering if you have thoughts on James Baldwin’s “open letter to the born again”? I’m struggling a bit with what his point is in that piece; it feels kinda dismissive on Jewish zionists agency in creation of Israel? But I may be missing parts or not getting things
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And the segment I think anon is struggling with:
I know what I am talking about: my grandfather never got the promised “forty acres, and a mule,” the Indians who survived that holocaust are either on reservations or dying in the streets, and not a single treaty between the United States and the Indian was ever honored. That is quite a record.
Jews and Palestinians know of broken promises. From the time of the Balfour Declaration (during World War I) Palestine was under five British mandates, and England promised the land back and forth to the Arabs or the Jews, depending on which horse seemed to be in the lead. The Zionists—as distinguished from the people known as Jews—using, as someone put it, the “available political machinery,’’ i.e., colonialism, e.g., the British Empire—promised the British that, if the territory were given to them, the British Empire would be safe forever.
But absolutely no one cared about the Jews, and it is worth observing that non-Jewish Zionists are very frequently anti-Semitic. The white Americans responsible for sending black slaves to Liberia (where they are still slaving for the Firestone Rubber Plantation) did not do this to set them free. They despised them, and they wanted to get rid of them. Lincoln’s intention was not to “free” the slaves but to “destabilize” the Confederate Government by giving their slaves reason to “defect.” The Emancipation Proclamation freed, precisely, those slaves who were not under the authority of the President of what could not yet be insured as a Union.
It has always astounded me that no one appears to be able to make the connection between Franco’s Spain, for example, and the Spanish Inquisition; the role of the Christian church or—to be brutally precise, the Catholic Church—in the history of Europe, and the fate of the Jews; and the role of the Jews in Christendom and the discovery of America. For the discovery of America coincided with the Inquisition, and the expulsion of the Jews from Spain. Does no one see the connection between The Merchant of Venice and The Pawnbroker? In both of these works, as though no time had passed, the Jew is portrayed as doing the Christian’s usurious dirty work. The first white man I ever saw was the Jewish manager who arrived to collect the rent, and he collected the rent because he did not own the building. I never, in fact, saw any of the people who owned any of the buildings in which we scrubbed and suffered for so long, until I was a grown man and famous. None of them were Jews.
And I was not stupid: the grocer and the druggist were Jews, for example, and they were very very nice to me, and to us. The cops were white. The city was white. The threat was white, and God was white, Not for even a single split second in my life did the despicable, utterly cowardly accusation that “the Jews killed Christ’’ reverberate. I knew a murderer when I saw one, and the people who were trying to kilI me were not Jews.
But the state of Israel was not created for the salvation of the Jews; it was created for the salvation of the Western interests. This is what is becoming clear (I must say that it was always clear to me). The Palestinians have been paying for the British colonial policy of “divide and rule” and for Europe’s guilty Christian conscience for more than thirty years.
Finally: there is absolutely—repeat: absolutely—no hope of establishing peace in what Europe so arrogantly calls the Middle East (how in the world would Europe know? having so dismally failed to find a passage to India) without dealing with the Palestinians. The collapse of the Shah of Iran not only revealed the depth of the pious Carter’s concern for “human rights,” it also revealed who supplied oil to Israel, and to whom Israel supplied arms. It happened to be, to spell it out, white South Africa.
Well. The Jew, in America, is a white man. He has to be, since I am a black man, and, as he supposes, his only protection against the fate which drove him to America. But he is still doing the Christian’s dirty work, and black men know it.
My friend, Mr. Andrew Young, out of tremendous love and courage, and with a silent, irreproachable, indescribable nobility, has attempted to ward off a holocaust, and I proclaim him a hero, betrayed by cowards.
For context: Andrew Young, considered the right hand of MLK Jr, had a longstanding and occasionally fraught relationship with the Jewish community. He stepped down from Congress shortly after being forced to choose between voicing support for Palestine and continuing to work towards black-jewish interests by his constituents and fellow politicians, as he felt very strongly about supporting both. This was a fairly unpopular move. While I don't believe he ever called himself Jewish by the strictest sense, he was actively involved in Jewish communities and the known "white" ancestry within him is a Polish Jew in his great grandparents.
To be honest, I don't really see much a problem with this as I think it fairly closely matches up not only with my understanding of the history of this problem but also my own country's part in it as well as my personal feelings on it decades later. It pretty blatantly says that Zionism is utilizing a machination of white supremist colonism due to the extensive history of antisemitism and having had the ancestral land dangled in front of them like bait on a hook from the British Empire, which owned Palestine at the time. It also goes on to say that many Zionists aren't even Jewish and are antisemitic in nature, but are Christians happy to get rid of as many Jews as possible and how that tracks due to the Christian church's millennia-deep history of antisemitism.
I don't think it lets anyone off the hook. I think it pretty much flat out says this is a problem caused first and foremost by white Christians who hate Jews and Arabs alike and have a vested interest in getting the two populations to fight because it'll be easier to kill off just the one group instead of both of them, if one ends up eradicating the other. It even talks about the friction between the black community and the Jewish community, what caused it, what drives it, how that friction in itself is a tool of white supremacy to hurt us both.
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futfemfantasies · 1 year
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“That’s your wife!” \\ leah williamson x putellas!reader
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Request: “...where the reader plays for Man U or just any different team, and she’s married to Leah, and when they play eachother Leah slide tackles her hard, causing the reader to be angry as hell and limping. And fans are angry at her for doing that to her wife.”
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It’s the quarter finals of the Euros. England vs Spain. Williamson vs Putellas. Wife vs wife. You know this is the game to win. Your older sister, Alexia, tore her ACL the day before the competition started so you owe it to her. You haven’t seen your wife Leah for most of this competition and you are itching just to see her, touch her. Obviously you’ve called and facetimed each other but it’s just not the same. You’ve been pretty down the past few days and your teammates also cannot wait for this match, so they get their vice captain back.
You arrive at Amex Stadium and you follow your teammates into the locker room. You look around for your jersey and see ‘Putellas’ with a 14 under it. A part of you feels like you’re betraying your sister, since it’s her number but you know she’ll be proud. You put your bag down and decide to take a walk out to the field. It’s still a few hours until kick off so no fans should be in the stadium. You go over to Mapi and tell her that you’re going for a walk. You slip on your slides before grabbing your phone and lanyard before leaving the locker room. You see a couple of the English girls walking around and you have a quick chat before you get a text from Mapi saying coach wants us back soon. You reply and continue your short walk. 
You follow the signs that lead to the field and as you turn the corner, you run into something, or more like someone. You look up and see those familiar ocean blue eyes you have fallen in love with. You wrap your arms around Leah’s lower back and hers go around the back of your neck. After a few more seconds, you both pull away and kiss each other for the first time in weeks. 
“Hola mi amor”
“God I missed that accent” Leah whispers as her forehead leans on mine. 
“I missed you” You say in English causing the corners of Leah’s mouth to curve upwards 
“Maybe we can go to the pitch then walk back?” Leah suggests and you intertwine your hands together before going out to the field. 
You both walk out on the pitch and take in the stadium. You look around and try and find where Alexia said she would be. You hear Leah’s camera go off and you turn around quickly with a blush on your cheeks. 
“Sorry, you looked cute”
You and Leah sit on the pitch leaving no space between each other. You get pulled from your trance when you hear your phone ring from next to you. 
“Hola...sí...bueno, adios Maps” (Hello...yes...okay, bye Maria)
“You have to go?” Leah asks sadly.
“Lo siento, coach will not start me today unless I’m back in 5 minutes” Leah eyes widen and they have a little bit of anger coming through.
“He can’t do that. Let’s get you going” 
Leah stands up and holds her hand out for you to take. You walk Leah back to her locker room where you see your friends plus some club teammates. 
“I’ll see you after?” Leah questions.
“Sí, I’ll need to comfort you after we beat you” Leah rolls her eyes at you and her teammates laugh and comment on the bold assumption. 
“Adios mi amor” 
On the way back to the locker room, Aitana texts you that you have a minute to get back. You run down the hallways and stumble into the España locker room. Jorge reminded you that he nearly benched you and you roll your eyes at the lame threat. An hour later after listening to Jorge go through tactics and how to get through the English backline of Lucy, Millie, Leah, and Rachel and the midfielders. The coaching staff leave so the players can get dressed and you feel nothing but nerves. You slip the jersey on and tie your boots when you receive a text. 
LW 🥰: good luck out there baby. not too much bc we are going to beat you. i love you so much xxxx
You reply to Leah before one of the coaching staff tells everyone to make their way to the tunnel. You do a quick prayer up to your dad then walk out with Mapi and Leila. 
Your teammates order themselves by number and you stand across from your wife as you both are the captains. You give her a wink and you see Leah’s cheeks slowly turn red. Both teams walk out and do the formalities of singing the national anthems, coin tosses and team photos. Since the coin toss went in your favour, you chose that Spain started with the ball. You shake Leah’s hand and give her the red and yellow decorated pennant while you receive a full white one. You both shake the hands of the ref before giving Leah a kiss on the cheek. 
“May the best team win mi amor”
Both teams go to their positions and the whistle blows. The first half is slow but you nearly had a goal but the VAR declared it a no goal even though Earps stopped it after a few centimetres after the line. You yell at your team to run back and when you do, the referee calls for half time. You walk into the tunnel and you feel a hand on your lower back. You look beside you and see Leah. You talk for a few minutes before going to your respective dressing rooms. 
15 minutes later, you lead your team back out to the pitch. You look over to where Alexia is and she’s cheering the loudest, along with your mama Eli and other older sister Alba. The whistle blows and Ellen kicks the ball to Beth. Around the 54 minute mark, you prepare for a corner from Mapi. She does a hand signal and you attempt to move around the England players so you can receive it. You feel hands on your hips and you look down to see the familiar white nail polish. You keep moving around so Leah’s hands get off you but she has a tight grip on you. Just before Mapi kicks the ball, you pull Leah’s hands off you and run to the edge of the box. The ball comes directly to you at the perfect height and you know what shot to do. You jump up and do a bicycle kick which flies into the top right corner. Mary has no chance of saving it. You run around like a crazy person over to Alexia and your family. By the time you get to the section, your oldest sister managed to get down to the bottom step on one leg. You attempt to go over to her to give her a hug but are stopped by the referee. 
“One more step and you get a yellow” She warned.
You roll your eyes and blow and kiss to your sister and family. As the game restarts, you notice that the England team have a little bit of anger in their eyes, especially your wife. Around 10 or 15 minutes later, you get a lovely through ball from Laia which causes you to run up the middle, straight to Millie and Leah. You manage to get around Millie but when you’re up against Leah, the next thing you see is the grass. Alexia and Alba are up from their seats knowing exactly what happened. When you don’t stand up, that’s when Leah becomes concerned. 
“I’m so sorry baby. What hurts?” When you don’t respond, your teammates call the ref and your medical team over. Your eyes stay shut as you try to control your breathing due to the amount of pain you’re experiencing. 
“I’m not going anywhere” Leah informs you but you can’t even stand to hear her voice. 
“Go away Leah”
“Baby I-”
“I don’t want to yell at you. I said go away” Your tone gets angrier and voice louder as Leah doesn’t get the hint. 
You open your eyes and see Keira and Lucy pull her away and Leah breaking down on Keira’s shoulder. From what you can see, Mapi and some of your teammates go over to Leah to give her a mouthful.
“Leah! What the fuck? That’s your wife!” Mapi yells at her.
“You think I don’t know that Mapi? I know what I did okay, I wasn’t thinking” Leah says as she starts off angry but ends soft as the incident sinks into Leah’s head.  
Leah hears the cheers and turns around to see you hopping on one foot with your arm around the medic. The two teams clapping you off the pitch makes you grateful you have close friends and family in both. For the rest of the game, Leah was unfocused as the guilt and nervous feelings inside her don’t go away. As soon as the whistle blew, Leah raced off to the sidelines but Sarina caught her just in time. 
“They took her to the hospital for checking. When we finish here, the team bus can drop you off okay?” Sarina explains. 
Leah just nods at her coach and walks into the locker room without any press or fan interactions. She took her boots off and threw them against the wall out of anger. Leah sat on the ground in front of her locker with her phone, trying to call you. It goes straight to voicemail and she curses under her breath. Leah lets all her emotions go and doesn’t even hear her teammates come in. No one speaks or even celebrates that they are through to the semi finals as they feel bad for you and are angry at Leah. She doesn’t know how much time passes until everyone hears a knock on the door. Leah looks up and sees Mapi, Leila and Alexia. 
“We are going to the hospital. Are you coming?” Alexia asks.
“I’ll be dropped off later” The three Spaniards nod and walk back to the Spain locker room. 
“Leah, one of the trainers has offered to take you to the hospital if you want to leave now?” Sarina questions and Leah agrees and quickly gathers her things before leaving with the trainer.  
On the drive to the local hospital, Leah reads twitter and everyone is mad at her for hurting her own wife, how you should divorce Leah and other nonsense. Of course, it all goes to Leah’s head and now she’s more worried than before. The trainer parks and Leah jumps out and sprints to the front desk. 
“Where’s my wife, Y/N Putellas-Williamson?”
The nurse types on the computer and finds where you are.
“Oh yes, she’s in surgery right now. The waiting room is just around the corner if you would like to stay there” Leah thanks the woman and walks to the waiting area. 
When she turns the corner, she sees your mama and two older sisters. Without saying a word, Leah sits down across from them and puts her head in her hands. Leah starts crying and she zones out until she feels a soft hand on her back. Leah looks up and sees your mum giving her a sad look. Since Eli’s English isn’t that great, she hands her phone to Leah which has the translated version. Leah reads the small paragraph then hugs your mum in appreciation. 
“Lo siento Eli” Your mum shakes her head and gives Leah a tight side hug, something Leah needed. Alba soon followed, giving Leah a hug and Alexia gave Leah a smile since her knee restricted her from going anywhere. A few hours later, a doctor comes out. 
“Putellas-Williamson?” Eli pushed Leah forward slightly as she is the only one who understands the doctor. 
“Y/N suffered a high ankle sprain which required surgery as the ligament was completely torn. We’ve put a screw between the tibia and fibula to hold the two bones together until they heal. With the right rehab and support, she should be playing again in a few months. Y/N is in room 1411 when you’re ready to go in. She’s asking for someone called Leah”
Leah thanked the doctor and went back over to your family to explain what the doctor had said. Leah suggested that Eli and your sisters go first but they all refused. 
“She’s asking for you Le, you go first” Alba suggests and Leah nods. 
On the way to your room, Leah made a slight detour to the gift shop to get you some flowers and a cute little bear holding a heart. She starts to become nervous as the room numbers slowly countdown to yours. Leah stood out the front of the door frozen. She peaks through the little window and sees you’re awake and on your phone. Leah gently knocks on the door and goes inside with a sad smile on her face. You look up and see your wife. You give her a smile and tell her to come next to you. 
Leah moves the spare seat closer to you and takes your hand in hers as she sits. She looks down to your ankle and pouts as you squeeze her hand. 
“I’m so sorry babe. I don’t usually do slide tackles and I don’t know why I did one on you and now you ca-” As soon as your lips are on Leah’s, you move your spare hand on her cheek and she relaxes instantly. 
“I’m not angry anymore. It’s the way this game works. I’ll be okay, I always am” You reassure your wife and she nods. You scoot over in the bed and pat it gently. 
“Are you sure?”
“How else am I going to congratulate you then giving you cuddles?” You ask.
“Oh I can think of something” Leah says with a slight smirk on her face. You hit Leah’s chest at the crude reply and Leah gets in next to you. 
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hussyknee · 18 days
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Somewhat put off by the spoilers I've read about Mary and George. There's no doubt nearly all relationships in the British court were some level of sordid, but King James, to all intents and purposes, had genuine feelings for his three male favourites, most especially George Villiers. He was no Henry VIII. I don't know why they wanted to reduce the most famous and open homosexual relationship in European royal history to a comedy between a "cock-struck" old lech and a conniving courtier that led him by the nose and then betrayed and murdered him.
All evidence points to George at least being loyal to James (if you discount his love letters as simply sucking up to his benefactor) and even had a fond relationship with his Queen and his son Charles. He was in fact in France when James died, and reportedly cried when he heard the news.
It's even a little heartbreaking because this is right after Nicholas Galitzine played the closeted gay Prince Henry in Red, White and Royal Blue, who in the book is proud of the open and unashamed love between his ancestor and his lover, and the way even James's son Charles I honoured Villiers for accompanying him to the Spanish Court to ask for the hand of the Infanta.
“Actually . . . you remember how I told you about the gay king, James I?”
“The one with the dumb jock boyfriend?”
“Yes, that one. Well, his most beloved favorite was a man named George Villiers. ‘The handsomest-bodied man in all of England,’ they called him. James was completely besotted. Everyone knew. This French poet, de Viau, wrote a poem about it.” He clears his throat and starts to recite: ‘One man fucks Monsieur le Grand, another fucks the Comte de Tonnerre , and it is well known that the King of England, fucks the Duke of Buckingham.’” Alex must be staring, because he adds, “Well, it rhymes in French. Anyway. Did you know the reason the King James translation of the Bible exists is because the Church of England was so displeased with James for flaunting his relationship with Villiers that he had the translation commissioned to appease them?”
“You’re kidding.”
“He stood in front of the Privy Council and said, ‘Christ had John, and I have George.’’
“Jesus.”
“Precisely.” Henry’s still looking up at the statue, but Alex can’t stop looking at him and the sly smile on his face, lost in his own thoughts. “And James’s son, Charles I, is the reason we have dear Samson. It’s the only Giambologna that ever left Florence. He was a gift to Charles from the King of Spain, and Charles gave it, this massive, absolutely priceless masterpiece of a sculpture, to Villiers. And a few centuries later, here he is. One of the most beautiful pieces we own, and we didn’t even steal it. We only needed Villiers and his trolloping ways with the queer monarchs. To me, if there were a registry of national gay landmarks in Britain, Samson would be on it.”
Henry’s beaming like a proud parent, like Samson is his, and Alex is hit with a wave of pride in kind.
He takes his phone out and lines up a shot, Henry standing there all soft and rumpled and smiling next to one of the most exquisite works of art in the world.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m taking a picture of a national gay landmark,” Alex tells him. “And also a statue.”
Like all white liberals, Casey McQuiston tends to romanticise the crime against humanity that is royalty and also that house built by bunch of slave owners that has since housed a progression of genocidal war criminals. There's very little to like about any British monarch. But the relationship between James and Villiers is a significant part of gay history and there's no need to smear it even more than it's already been smeared the last four hundred years, contrary to the actual known facts.
Idk man. I'm sensitive to this stuff Ig. Maybe I'd be a little more positive about it if I watched it, but the trailer gave me "tee hee they're gay" vibes so Idk if I want to.
Edit: so it seems the trailer is misleading and the story is more complex than a "tee hee gay" comedy. I might watch it after all, even if the starkly visible age difference makes me a bit queasy. How tf is Galitzine nearly thirty and a babyface with those razor cheekbones?? Perfect to show how uncomfortable it looks for a middle aged man to get with a kid of twenty.
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yantalia545 · 2 months
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Can we get a part two for your motherly s/o? Except this time with the nations that have/had kid colonies. And the dynamic they have is a teamwork between a romantic yandere (Britain, France, Spain) and a platonic yandere(America, Canada, Romano).
They met when the chibi got lost and she helped them get back to their caretakers. But the chibi got attached to her so she decided to visit them when she has time. But as years go by both father and son are getting uncomfortably clingy towards her, her motherly nature filled in the absence left by the father and her concerned and nurturing nature for the adults made some days easier for them that they can't help but fall in love with her. It reached to the point where they really believed that she is their mother/wife and scared away anyone who dare tried to take her away from them. Even when the chibi grew up and is independent, he still supports his former caretaker.
"She's my/his wife, she just doesn't know it yet"
This one made my head spin @~@. So many ways to go about this.
May need to make a husband vs husband post after this. What do you guys think?
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England:
England is a bit of a hardhead and a little hard to get along with at first, but he'll come along and appreciate your efforts eventually.
For a little while, when you first started coming around with America, he was a little jealous of you. England has never taken care of anyone before, but you seem to be able to do it with ease. He most likely will throw you out the first handful of times you come around just because he won't admit that he doesn't exactly know what he's doing and needs help. Only after America throws constant tantrums for you to come back will England finally put his ego to the side and call you back.
England is used to others being cocky and even very passive-aggressive around him, so when you first walked in the door and you gave him a long hug, he was very caught off guard. He even treated you horribly. Why are earth are you wing so kind to him?
America on the other hand, couldn’t have been happier to finally see you around again. He had someone else who would play with him. If you can keep up with him too, all the better.
Fairly quickly after that whole endeavor, America grew close to you. England was a very busy man and had lots of things that needed his constant attention. It was nice to have you around to fill in when England couldn’t be around. Not to mention, you were a little more easy-going than him too. America just felt more at ease when you were around. England wasn’t yelling at him as much. You made England softer and kinder towards him.
It was nice. To England, it was almost like you were married. Like a family. That world never failed to flutter England; family. You guys were a family. A real family. Finally, just like he’s always wanted. Unlike his nasty brothers that were always so rude to him. He had you; the glue to it all.
As America become older and started fights over independence, things began to grow tense. England was terrified of the feeling that his perfect family was beginning to fall apart. What was worse, you supported it. You tired to argue that America was grown now but England was too stubborn to let his family go.
England fought tooth and nail to preserver his family, but in the end, America still managed to get away from him and gain his freedom. That’s when things took a turn for the worse for you.
You betrayed him. You supported America leaving and because of your help, America managed to break away from him and gain his independence. You may be America’s mother, but you’re still his wife. You’re supposed to support him above all others.
You will be punished for this and England will be very snappy but also clingy to you for a while. Don’t hold it against him though, it was all your fault for breaking apart his family.
At one point, America will try to step in between the two of you out of concern. England has shown some dark sides of hisself thought out their time in war and was afraid for you safety. Knowing England for many years himself, America just knows that England is up to some terrible things when it involves you. Especially when he’s well aware of England’s affections for you.
The two will most likely fight often over you. Bickering in meetings especially.
“Why isn’t (y/n) allowed to come meetings anymore!?”
“Has anyone else been able to contact (y/n) yet?! Or is she just yours!”
These are all true, you haven’t been present in meetings in years and anytime someone tried to contact you, England will throw a fit and forbid you from responding to them. They’ll poison your mind and take you away from him. England’s already lost his brothers and son, he won’t lose his wife too.
The dynamic between these two is serious competition. Your son, America, will do anything he can to protect you while your husband, England, will do whatever it takes to keep what’s left of his family with him.
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France:
France already had a good handle on being a good parent. Not to mention that Canada is a much easier child to handle than America is. However, France is still over the fence at the thought of you wanting to join his family.
With you around, his family is complete just like France has always wanted. Countries can produce children like regular humans can, so this was the best next thing. He, like England, has been dreaming for this moment. A family to call their own.
France will often brag about how wonderful his family is now that you're here. Especially to England just to rub in his face. France just couldn't be happier with you here. No one is going to take this euphoric feeling away from him.
You thought he was just being funny, but to France, he was serious. Ever since...you know who, he's dreamed of having a wife and a family to call his own, as I've mentioned before.
You'd go along with the joke, thinking that he was just being France. That was until France began to invest in your relationship.
It started off small and you ignored or played into them for Canada. Holding Canada's hand together, singing the little nation to sleep. Even cooking together was all things that you were doing for Canada's sake, not his. You didn't mind if they helped France out too . You wanted to lighten his burden as a caretaker. That was until things started to get a little too uncomfortable for you.
France had tried to kiss you on his way out the door. Luckily, he only managed to kiss your cheek when you turned away from him. You didn't wish to alarm Canada as you knew he was a nervous nelly, so you knew you'd have a discussion with France when Canada was asleep tonight.
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. You should have just run. Called England up to watch Canada and ran that day, because when France came home that night, it would be already too late.
He was having a secret meeting with your bosses today. Well, it wasn't intended to be a dirty secret. It was meant to be a surpise. France had decided a long time ago that he was going to marry you. Today was the day he'd finally put it all into place.
With a smile on his face and the most beautiful ring he could find, France practically skipped home that day. Excited to ask you the big question. France was a little worried about you avoiding his kiss that morning, but he pushed it to the side as just morning brain. If just a kiss can get you so nervous just wait until he tells you the big news.
When you rejected his proposal, he was shocked. What do you mean you don't love him? Isn't that why you lived here? To join his family?
No. No. No. No. NO! He won't have it. You do love him! France knows you do. You're just nervous and confused but don't worry, France will be a good fiance and husband and take care of you every step of the way. It's not like you can really say no when your boss already signed the papers.
Canada will be confused as he suddenly sees you less and less. Where did you go? What does France mean by needing to "heal" you? Are you sick? While France has his hands full with conditioning you he won't have a lot of time to spend with Canada. Being that he doesn't receive attention from others, this will impact Canada greatly. He'll start to cling to you more when you are allowed out. Unknowingly pushing the idea that your defiance is only hurting the family.
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Spain:
Little Romano is quite the handful, so when you came around to offer your help Spain was more than happy to accept. If only Romano would behave himself and not catcall you.
What is he to do about that boy. :')
To Spain's surprise, he does see Romano settling down at some point during your visit. Romano just can't act tough forever. Not when you're pampering him like no other. Spain almost couldn't believe it when he saw Romano curled up against your side while you slowly pat his head. Careful not to touch his precious curl. Your voice was so beautiful as you sang a soft tune from your homeland. Romano was blissfully listening with a soft smile; Nealy asleep.
That day, you looked so heavenly in Spain's eyes. Like a goddess who tamed a wild beast. He almost couldn't believe that this wouldn't last forever. You would have to go home eventually as you were only a visitor.
If only there was a way you three could stay like this forever.
After that, Spain made sure to invite you over all the time. With the help of a fussy Romano who just wouldn't calm down until he saw you again, you spend an enormous amount of time at Spain's house. Much to their delight.
Whenever you were around, Spain could delve into his fantasy about being a happy family and Romano could have something that his stupid younger brother can never take away from him.
Despite Romano's hard exterior, he really is just a scared little child who was hurt by the abandonment of Rome and the overshadowing of his preppier brother, Italy. All he ever wanted was to feel seen and wanted. You were perfect.
You never once compared him to Italy or picked on him. You were always so calm and gentle but knew just how to put him back in his place. (You are quite terrifying when tempered). For that, Romano holds a lot of respect for you that carries on into his adulthood. He most definitely sees you like a mom. His mom. Not his brothers; Just his.
Spain is more than happy to use Romano's perspective of you to his advantage. If Romano sees you as his mom, then that must mean that you're also his wife. The three of you are a little, happy family.
Being a loving country, it doesn't really take Spain too long to propose to you. He was just so certain that you were dying to say yes. When you mention that you only see Spain as a friend and that you were only looking to help with Romano it shatters him. What do you mean you don't love him? Isn't that why you come around so often?
Spain takes your rejection very harshly. His mind just won't stop spinning with all these nagging questions and insecurities. Could you be seeing someone else? Taking care of another person's child?
This won't hold well for you. Spain most likely will be taken over by his rolling thoughts and lock you in his basement until you reconsider. He doesn't want to scare Romano, so he'll tell him lies about you and that this is all normal between couples. Romano will be too young to understand that what Spain is doing is really wrong. Besides, he does want you you stay with him too. Romano can't risk losing his mom.
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dangara2610 · 4 months
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Hard to do Crossover
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Time to time, watching the lots of crossovers fans do about Varian with anything, I thought about one of the fandom I liked and spend lots of years in it
Does any of you knew about the Hetalia fandom ?
Humanized countries anime, before the creation of Countryballs and Country humans but after the old newspaper cartoons about each one nation spirit like "Uncle Sam" for the USA and "John Bull"for the UK?
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(My mind playing easy and silly after a whole day playing difficult xD)
Varian and Hugo cosplaying France and England because I can't decide which one fits better 🫠😎🤓
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Super silly draw ~ hahahhahahahah
(My mind playing difficult before that fanart)
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I tried to find who in the Hetalia cast would be fitting for a role swap with the Vat7k characters, but they are so different from each other , even the similar things between them have to be pushed xD
Long time ago, my favorite fanfics and fancomics were "Historical accurrate" focused, but most the content was about romance , so I endup becoming a big fan of:
FrUK : France x United Kingdom
USUK : United States x United Kingdom
Usually along with "FACE family" Dynamic, France and England as parents , Canada and America as adoptive sons
Then , I got a more deep liking for England , so I would get any England x (any other country) material
As well for USA x (any other country)
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Varian: From a germanic country, so we have some to pick between the very Germany, or Prussia, Austria, Switzerland, Lietchestein, Bravaria or Kugel Mugel, but most of them have a serious stoic attitude
Except Prussia, who likes to play funny, is clean and disciplinated , writing a lot for his journal so everyone can know about his amazing adventures and goals, high self esteem, able to play teacher/mother/father/older brother role to any who wants to take lessons from him or who needs him, during the manga pages (and anime chapters) about Industrial revolution, he and his lil bro showed great engineering skills and enthusiasm.
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Hey, when we think about Rapunzel, we were taught about her Germanic origins, then on the Tangled making, there was a mention about how the team wanted Germany as main influence and a few of Spain influence , and maybe not lots of you saw it, but there was a fanart about Prussia and Hungary cosplaying Eugene and Rapunzel that got re-posted on most old Facebook accounts about Hetalia
So feels like Prussia role was already taken at the Tangled cast, as well, Hungary on her cannon scenes, used a frying pan as weapon too.
Next pick for a fitting role for Varian, it may be , America? I don't know xD , joyful, friendly, strong, innovative, but doesn't knows how to measure his skills or social contact so he endups pushing everyone boundaries or ignoring safety codes, loves heroic tales and wants to be the hero of the situation at sigh, too bad he makes exaggerated bad takes due to his inexperience.
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England, either for Hugo or Varian
A tsundere who suffered social exclusion during his early existence, who fought all the way to stop being poor, forgotten and put aside to reach riches, glory and power, not losing contact with his magical paranormal friends, yet, having difficult times to accept friendship or love from others, facing betrayings as well, a little bit of low self esteem, trying to compensate with other things (as with aggression and search for more power), for innovation, he tried engineering but his ideas were too eccentric so he would end up laughed at for his impractical machines, yet, searching ways to improve.
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I need to make this shorter so I'll skip talking about France
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As well about China or any other asian country for Yong
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Sadly for Nuru , there are very few African or Oceanic based characters, most of them on a sole official videogame of the series with not enough screen time on the show, yet, nice to search around the fanbase
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Any way, find something for an "accurrate " role swap is difficult, maybe cosplaying would be the only thing I would fantasy about xDdDDDDdD
The only "legit" version for a Crossover of Hetalia and Tangled would be creating brand new OCs of each one of the locations in the map of this world, specially about the 7 kingdoms
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Bayangor looks kin to any country from Southeast Asia , so I would pick Indonesia (the series got a femenine character sketch, but then, changed it for a male one, either way, just for the manga and not the anime)
Galcrest and Nesdernia would certainly be about native american communities, sadly, most of them are drawn as OCs for the fandom, no actual cannon characters
Pittsford and Corona looks germanic enough, hehe, we could pick similarities with other European countries
The Dark Kingdom gave hints about Scotland , so it's easier
Ingvarr, according to some post, was supposed to be Persian/ Arabic influence, as well for Koto, African influence, but is vague, and both of them, reversing the role of colonization, looking like ... O dear, I have to go.
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And that's all, I have to go 🥭⛅🥭🌟🌳🌟🫧⛅🫧⛅🌳🌟🌀🌀🌻 thanks for reading 🪷🌠🏵️🌹🏵️🌹🏵️🌹🏵️
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gagaslonina · 2 years
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Dirty Little Secret (Christian Pulisic)
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Word count: 3.7k
Summary: NSFW at the beginning! As Kepa’s baby sister, you’ve been told his teammates are off limits. But as it so happens, you may have fallen for a certain midfielder...
Thank you to @toastykerr​ for being my beta reader and lovely bestie 🥰
Never have you hated your phone more than you do now. It rings again, interrupting the steady pace Christian had set as he pauses his thrusts.
"Go awayyyyy!" 
"Maybe you should answer it?" 
You dig your nails into Christian's chest, "no, I'm doing more important things right now."
"I just think- oh fuck me-"
Christian holds your hips, helping you grind down on him as your phone finally stops ringing. Sex with Christian is mind consuming in a way you've never experienced before. He lifts his hips to meet your movements as you ride him, each drag of him against your walls sending you spiraling further into pleasure. 
"I know I'm good at what I do, but i am already fucking you, in case you hadn't noticed." You lean forward, hands braced on his chest as you let out a low moan, Christian hitting that spot inside you just right.
Christian's hand snakes up to your throat, squeezing lightly as a warning. "You and that smart ass mouth. It's gonna get you in trouble one of these days."
"I think today is that day-"
Your ringtone blasts through your mutual heavy breathing and Christian forces you to pause. "Answer it, someone clearly needs to get a hold of you."
You let it ring for a few more seconds as you give him a lingering kiss, swallowing his groan when you grapple for your phone and subsequently sink down on him further. "Hello?"
"Finally! Goodness, I was beginning to wonder how many times I'd have to call before you finally answered. ¿Estás en tu casa?"
"Sí, I'm home-"
"Good, I'm five minutes away." Your stomach sinks, eyes darting instinctively around the room and lingering on the dozens of traces of your boyfriends strewn across the room. 
You're so screwed.
When you don't say anything, your mother simply continues speaking on your behalf. "Surprise! I hope your room is relatively clean, I don't want to spend my visit tidying up!" 
"What?" Christian whispers, running his fingers up your sides. You shiver under his touch and push him off, his sensual hands not helping defogger your head.
"Mum lo siento, pero-"
"No excuses," she starts, using her classic parental voice that leaves no room for argument, "I flew all the way to England to see you and your brother. I'm coming to see mi hija and that's final. I'm pulling up shortly, so I hope you get rid of whatever you're trying to hide before I arrive."
She unceremoniously hangs up, leaving you stunned. 
Christian gasps when you suddenly stand up, leaving him hard and you empty. "Babe, what the fuck? What's going on?"
"You have to leave right now." Your voice shakes at the end, betraying how terrified you are of your mother walking in on you and Christian. If she found out… you don't even want to think about the consequences. She would probably force you to abandon your dream university and move back to Spain, where she could keep a watchful eye over you. No matter if you're an adult; her word is still law in your mind.
Christian's brow furrows, pillowing an arm behind his head and giving no indication that he plans on moving. "Right this second? Why?"
"Because apparently my mom is in an uber on her way here and she'll be here in five minutes!"
Christian's face drains of color as he finally grasps the severity of the situation. "Oh shit."
"Yeah, 'oh shit' is right! Now get moving!" Christian instinctively catches the shirt you chuck at his face. "If she sees you here, we're both dead. And if my brother finds out, we're double dead." You hunt for his boxers and find them tucked under your bed, flinging those at him, too. "So hurry the fu k up and get dressed!"
"I am, I am, I can only move so fast!" You dig a pair of semi presentable joggers from your drawers and put them on, along with the closest hoodie- which just so happens to be Christian's.
"Hey, that's mine," he starts, hopping on one foot as he tries to get his socks on, "you've already stolen half on my closet-"
"Baby I love you but I really don't have time to apologize." Christian whines when you start shoving him towards the door, needing to get him out as soon as possible. "Out, out, out!"
Catching himself on the threshold, he turns to face you. "Can I at least get a kiss goodbye if you're gonna shove me out like this?"
You quickly peck his lips then push at his chest. "There, time for you to go. I'll text you when the coast is clear okay? I don't know how long she's staying for." Christian simply hums and cups your jaw, drawing you in for a longer, more satisfying kiss. Leave it to his horny self to put your entire relationship in jeopardy because be wants one more kiss.
"Your mom really is a buzzkill," he murmurs against your lips, causing you to begin to regret your decision to make him leave.
"I know, I know I'm sorry but please get a move on, if she so much as sees you in this building she'll put the pieces together and we won't stand a chance."
"Alright, alright I'm going, no need to be nervous sweetheart." Christian shoves his hands in his pockets as he begins walking backwards down the hall so he can still see you. "I'll text you? I'm gonna be bored today since our date night got ruined. I was gonna take you to this place-"
"Sure, I'll text you when I can." Christian, looking a touch let down, blows you a kiss before spinning on his heel and heading for the stairs. Your heart flutters when he looks back at you one last time before disappearing around the corner. 
God, you love Christian. If only your damn brother wasn't in the way.
In the three minutes between Christian's departure and your mom's arrival, you manage to sweep all traces of your secret boyfriend under the rug. Photos are hidden in drawers, clothes are shoved to the bottom of the wash basket, and your bed is made. To the naked eye, you're a single woman living in a quaint, well decorated studio flat in the heart of London. 
When you open your unit door, your mothers attention immediately falls to your sweatshirt. 
"Who's is that? And why did I see Christian Pulisic outside your building?"
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“How did she take the news?”
You pause, replaying the conversation you had with your mother a few hours ago. "She took it better than I expected honestly. No screaming, just a lecture on being safe and another on not biting off more than I can chew."
"Well I guess that's a positive then. I'm still sorry she caught me, I did my best to avoid her."
You flop onto your bed face first and Christian chuckles, probably hearing the commotion. "It's whatever, she would've found out eventually. I just hope she doesn't tell Kepa or we're screwed."
"Your brother is insanely over protective. I still remember that lecture he gave us all when we first met you." You hum, remembering the way Kepa wouldn't let you inside the pub before he told his teammates you were off limits. It only took one look at Christian for you to start falling for him though, whether Kepa liked it or not. So long as you stayed hidden and kept your relationship a secret. Nothing could go wrong as long as no one found out.
That is, until your mom popped over for an unplanned visit. Now you had to worry she would let slip about you seeing Christian and the last thing you need is for Kepa to catch wind and corner Christian at training. 
"She's not staying with you is she?" 
"No, I didn't feel like sharing a bed with my mother so she's gotten a hotel somewhere nearby. God, having her here overnight would be unbearable." 
There's an unmistakable grin in Christian's voice when he replies, "So what I'm hearing is that I can come over." He says it matter-of-factly, like there is no possible way you can deny him. 
You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. "Christian I know you're leaving in a few days-"
"And I'll be gone for two whole weeks. Come on sweetheart, please?" You can practically see the pouted lip and the wide eyes as Christian begs to see you and it's almost enough.
You want to cave in and say yes. Actually, you want to beg Christian to come over and stay forever but logically you know that's impossible. Your mom is already on your ass and if word got out that you were sneaking a footballer in at ungodly hours of the night, the stream of questions and requests for favors from your friends would be endless. You need to focus on your studies, not on managing the expectations others might have for you. Not to mention the lecture you'd get from Kepa if Christian was somehow photographed outside your building.
Christian sighs when you stay silent. "I'll take that as a no then."
Immediately, you feel terrible. Christian shouldn't have to hide, it isn’t fair on him. He’s right, he’s about to be gone for fourteen whole days and he wouldn’t even be able to facetime you regularly thanks to the time difference.
"Christian I'm sorry-"
"No, it's fine. I know I shouldn't have asked anyway. I'll uh, I'll call you tomorrow." His voice drops off, unable to hide his disappointment. "Sleep tight okay? I hope I didn't cause too many problems with your mom."
Your heart sinks and you bite your nails, a nervous habit you've largely kicked until now, "baby I'm sorry, you know I'd tell you to come over if it wasn't for the way I'd be treated if someone saw you sneaking in. Plus if Kepa found out-"
"No, I know. I get it. It's… it's fine, I'll just call you before I leave." Christian is crushed, his words falling flat. Knowing you're the cause hurts more than if you yourself were in his position; if you could climb to the top of your building and declare your love for him, you would. It simply isn't meant to be that way, at least not yet. 
Christian continues, softer this time. "I love you, maybe I'll see you when I'm back from internationals? As long as your finals don't suck up all your time."
You nod, despite knowing he can't see the action. "I promise we can spend a whole day together once you're home. I'll set up a pillow fort at your house and everything." 
"Sure, that sounds great." There's a long, awkward pause during which you feel your heart slowly start to break. 
Hurt Kepa or hurt Christian? Which one would net the least heartbreak?
"I love you Christian. Score a few goals for me while you're away, I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too. Night, baby."
You hang up and stare at your phone until it goes black. Your reflection gazes back at you, a mere sliver of the normally confident, happy go lucky woman you usually are. 
You've made your decision.
Kepa needs to know.
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"Hola hermana, what's up? You do know how late it is, right?"
"Quit acting like I'm interrupting your beauty sleep. You and I both know no amount of rest could ever fix your ugly ass face." Banter of this sort is normal for the pair of you, both parties dishing out baseless insults on a near daily basis. 
"I'd say I'm hurt, but I expect nothing less from you." 
"See? I'm completely predictable. And a good sister. Some might even say the best." Your laugh is strained, too high pitched and off kilter. You wince, plucking at a loose thread on your duvet while Kepa stays quiet on the other end of the phone. He loves using silence against you, seeing as he knows you hate it.
"Right well, I'm just gonna come out and say it- Kepa, I'm dating Christian. And I know you specifically told me when you signed with Chelsea that I wasn't supposed to get involved with your teammates but when you sent Christian to pick me up from the club that night instead of you- we went for food and we hit it off-"
"Hey, I know-"
"-You're probably disappointed in me and I get that-"
"Hermana, stop talking-" 
"-look Kepa, I love him okay? I'm not breaking up with him just because you don't think i should date your teammate, he cares about me and I care about him-"
Kepa half yells your name, which finally startles you enough to put an abrupt end to your ramble. Your cheeks heat and you look down at your feet. You swear you can feel Kepa's eyes on you though he's halfway across the city at the moment.  You can see him pinch the bridge of his nose as he sighs, the sound crackling down the line. Your heart is a hummingbird in your chest, beating violently with each second that passes.
If he told you he was disappointed… if he said you had to break things off, you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself.
"I already know. After the last match at the Bridge, I realized I forgot my wallet in the changing rooms and I came back and saw the two of you making out on one of the benches."
"Oh my god." You cover your face with your hand, cheeks burning. "Are you serious? Jesus, that's embarrassing. But wait- why didn't you say anything?" 
Kepa laughs and you can picture the soft smile on his face. It instantly puts you more at ease, allowing some of the tension to drain from your shoulders.  "Because from the two seconds I saw the pair of you, I could tell how much Christian cared for you. The way he looked at you is the same way I look at mi vida, and that's all I've ever wanted for you. Plus, if he hurts you, he knows I can bench more than him. So really, he stands no chance in a fight with me."
You can't help but laugh. Not just any laugh, but the uncontrollable, clutch-your-stomach type laughter that normally follows a statement so bizarre you never expect to hear anything like it again. Your laugh is born of relief and excitement, happy to finally have the weight of secrecy lifted. 
"You're really okay with this? The whole time I thought you'd never speak to me again or demand we break up." It seems silly now. Your brother loves you, of course all he would want is to know you’re happy and cared for, no matter who your partner may be. 
"I'm serious. As long as he treats you right, I have no issues. Honestly, I was worried you'd fall for someone like Mason-"
"Oh my god, it's like you don't know me at all! Mason is so not my type, he's way too loud. And annoying, and-"
Kepa laughs, "understood, I don't have to worry about Mase. But hey, no more making out on the benches, got it? That was scarring to see." 
"Ugh, as long as you never bring up that incident again, you have a deal." 
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Christian almost doesn't want you to be waiting at his place. He half hopes he won't walk into his too-large house and find you doing school work at the table or watching a show on the sofa. He almost wants to be alone tonight. 
Almost.
Their loss to Uruguay wasn't easy. A few days later, the heartbreak that had settled in Christian's bones remains, refusing to pack up camp and leave him alone. He's weary, tired, and wants a hot bath. He doesn’t want to deal with drama and he certainly doesn’t want to be told you can’t spend the night because what if Kepa comes by unexpectedly?
The light in the dining room is on when he pulls up. Christian wonders whether or not you took an uber here or had a friend drop you off. Probably the former, considering you were still hellbent on keeping him a secret. Normally he didn't mind, but for some reason it has rubbed him the wrong way lately. 
Christian sits in his car with the ignition switched off, not ready to face you quite yet. He doesn't want comforting words or a hug. He wants to review the match over and over until he can figure out what went wrong; as captain, it is his responsibility to ensure his team is constantly improving and learning from their mistakes. Because playing like they had a few nights ago definitely wouldn't win them the World Cup.
Eventually, Christian's homesickness wins and he trudges up the three steps to the front door, which is unlocked like he expects. He sets his bag on the floor slowly so as to make as little noise as possible. His shoes are set off to the side next to your well-worn trainers. His nose leads him to the kitchen, where he finds you stirring a pot of spaghetti.
"Hey," he says softly from the doorway, not wanting to startle you. 
You glance over your shoulder at him, "Hey baby, I hope you're hungry. I'm assuming you didn't eat on the plane?"
Christian shakes his head, lifting himself up to sit on the counter a few feet from you. Eating on planes doesn't usually go well for him so he tends to avoid it, a fact he had only mentioned to you once. And yet, whenever he comes home from a flight, you always have a meal ready and waiting for him. 
"No, I didn't eat. Smells good though." He smiles because you smile. His stomach flips, not because he's hungry. You sing along to the song playing on your phone, off key and nowhere near perfect. He loves it.
He wants this every day for the rest of his life. Christian's biggest fear is losing you and not having the chance to ask you to be his forever. And he absolutely hates having to keep you in the shadows, having to give vague answers when women approach him, because he wants nothing more than to share you with the world so everyone can see how truly lucky he is to have you in his life. 
"I want to tell Kepa about us." 
It's out of the blue and Christian half expects you to shut him down. What he doesn't expect is for you to set down the wooden spoon with a smile. He doesn't expect you to push his knees apart and wrap your arms around his middle in a hug, but he doesn't stop you. 
"Babe? Tell me this isn't a goodbye hug or something." Christian laughs, the sound more of a nervous shake of his chest. 
"What? Oh my god, no Christian!" Your laugh puts him at ease. He crosses his ankles behind your back, not allowing you to move as he reaches over and moves the noodles off the heat. He doesn't want you moving, he wants to stay right here for as long as he can manage. 
"Then what's it for?" 
You turn your head to rest your chin on his chest, gazing up at him with stars in your eyes. "I told Kepa."
"You what?" Christian begins to panic, his heart fluttering in his chest. Is this the last time he'd hold you? Would Kepa corner him next time they met at Cobham? Why hadn't you told him earlier?
"Woah, woah- calm down sweetheart. I can see those gears turning… let me explain okay?" The hand you lay on his cheek is a reassurance for him as much as it is for you. "Relax, take a breath. I know you probably have a lot of questions."
Christian does breathe, closing his eyes and breathing deep through his nose. "Okay, I guess the most important question is how did he respond to the news?" Christian assumes Kepa immediately demanded they break up. There was no way the Spaniard would allow them to continue dating and quite frankly, Christian would have to abide by Kepa's wishes if he didn't want to cause trouble on the pitch.
"Kepa took it just fine, it barely phased him." Christian opens his mouth with a million questions but you beat him to it, "he already knew, I guess he caught us making out in the changing rooms a while back?"
Christian's cheeks grow hot. "Well that's fucking embarrassing. Wait, did he say anything else? I didn't get a bunch of angry messages from him while I was gone so I'm assuming that was a good thing?"
You smile and Christian's hopes rise. His heart nearly bursts when you nod, and he laughs as he scoops you up to join him on the counter. Setting you in his lap, he squeezes you tight, getting as close to you as he possibly can as his joy bubbles out of him in the form of a bright laugh.
"Baby, baby- you're crushing me, let me breathe!" You gasp when Christian loosens his death grip, then giggle as he peppers your face with kisses. "Christian cut it out! Hey, hey stop- Christian!" 
Your pleas fall on deaf ears; Christian is consumed with happiness. Nothing can tear him down. The secret is out, and at least now he can show you off on nights out or at team dinners.
"I love you," he mumbles over and over, "I love you, I love you, I love you. I can't believe we've been sneaking around for months when I could've been showing you off months ago!"
You sling your arms around Christian's neck. The smile that blooms on your lips is home to him, more so than the walls around the pair of you. He's finally whole, and he finally gets to let everyone know it.
"Then you better get cracking Pulisic, you've got months of lost time to make up for." 
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thevinsmokerlaw · 9 months
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Blue Lock is amazing...
(THIS IS LONG, BUT PLEASE TAKE THE TIME TO READ FOR ALL THOSE CURIOUS PEOPLE!) *unless you want very small spoilers
Okay, so I ain't like those smart, analytical peeps out there and this is MY OWN PERSONAL OPINION, but let me just say that BLUE LOCK IS ONE OF THE BEST DISCOVERIES I EVER HAD. Why? Because BLLK is very unique and unlike most animes that I have ever watched, meaning: the idea of friendship. The power of friendship/motivation of friendship is very prevalent in most animes such as One Piece, Haikyuu, etc. There are tons of animes with the power of friendships that motivate its main characters and its side characters. And because of that aspect, we get this "feel good" feeling because we see them all support each other, build stronger bonds, and just enjoy each others' company.
NOW, this is where Blue Lock differs. Blue Lock isn't about the power of friendship, instead, it's about EGO or one's own PRIDE. Now this is a foreign thing in the numerous animes I've watched. I have never seen an anime where the main characters think for themselves, betray friends to advance within Blue Lock, and even "feed off" their talents/skills. But despite their "necessary selfishness", the entire concept is very likable and very appealing. I love the idea that I anticipate the next moves of the characters, what will they do, how will overcome their enemies, etc. I also love that Isagi doesn't just magically improve on a whim during matches he really grasps everything he needs to step up his game to match his enemies and allies especially when he goes "puzzle mode". Such as when he joined Bastard Munchen, where we wanted to play alongside Noel Noa during Spain vs Germany match & England vs Germany match when he tried to overcome Kaiser. I LOVE that Isagi really struggled throughout the entire game and learned as he played. I love that I got to see the process to get from point A to B and so on.
Another thing is when there are touches of reality, such as the match of Isagi vs Rin (during those 2 instances), I loved that Isagi didn't magically defeat Rin the first time and even the second time after getting Chigiri. It really shows how Isagi really aims to match Rin, and in order to reach someone so far, you have to experience failures to see what you need to improve on.
BLLK may not be everyone's cup of tea, especially when it comes to the characters being really competitive to the point it kinda "ruins" or worsens their relationship with each other. Ngl, I had a hard time adjusting to this manga since I'm so used to the 'power of friendship' that I was caught off guard. But now, I've come to like these "prideful" vibes from the characters who all fight to get what they want through their own efforts while also supporting each other only to use them for their own gains. Dw, many mangas/animes are still good despite their "friendship powers", but Blue Lock was a burst of fresh air for me. SO I HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT! I really want this to be adapted, esp. the Neo-Egoist League Arc.
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fantasyandromancelover · 10 months
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The Holy Maiden AU.
Free story idea.
When Jesus Christ died and was reborn again, Satan created his own son in order to compete with Heaven. A twisted and cruel being who proved so unstable and wretched, not even his father could control him. Dante he was called and his goal was to someday over throw his father and rule not only Hell, but Heaven, and Earth as well by spreading vice and sin wherever he went and corrupting the Seven Blessed Stones of Virtue.
To stop him, a maiden was chosen by Heaven to wield their powers of healing, oracle, and peace. This maiden’s goal is to spread hope and kindness wherever she goes while finding the hidden stones and ensuring they remain blessed.
The maiden was Princess Celestine of Medieval France, the king’s youngest daughter. A kind, virtuous, humble, and beautiful young woman who wielded her gifts well. But so precious was this maiden, that she needed constant protection for Dante seeked to destroy her by any means. She chose seven companions to guard her and aid her on her journey. Her maid servants, Natalie of England and Cherith of the Jerusalem, and four knights. Sir Harlin of Russia, Sir Anthony of Italy, Lady Vagatha of Spain, and Sir Alastor of Constantinople.
However many did not approve of the princess’s choices. For each of these individuals came from a disapproving background. Anthony, Harlin, and Cherith were once drunken thieves, Natalie and Vagatha once sold their bodies for money, and Alastor was the son of a Byzantine warrior who fell in love with a moorish woman. At the time, this made these individuals be considered parasites and untrustworthy. But Celestine could see the goodness buried within their souls and offered them kindness and friendship.
Together they searched the world for each stone while doing good deeds, and over time they all grew wonderfully fond of each other. Like friends, even family, and Celestine and Alastor fell into a secret love. Though she enjoyed her holy work, she longed to have a normal life. To just live out her days in a simple life with her friends, a husband, and maybe even children.
An archangel learned of her longings and then appeared to her to make a deal. If she collects all seven blessed stones and her friends remain true, then she can give up her power and live life as a normal woman. But should her friends betray her, then the stones will be corrupted and they all would be damned to hell. Celestine was virtuous but still young and naive, her faith in her friends was so strong, that she was sure they’d never betray her and she so desperately wanted to become normal so she could one day marry the man she loved. So she agreed to the bargain.
But what she didn’t know was that archangel was really Dante in disguise and when all seven stones were found, he used his dark influence to corrupt her friends, giving them a desire to steal all the stones for themselves and transforming them into sinful demons. Celestine knew that they couldn’t be thinking clearly when they turned on one another but her words could not reach them and she wasn’t strong enough to break Dante’s influence. In the end she was betrayed, the stones were corrupted, and her friends would be damned. But she loved them too much to let that be their fate. So she prayed and prayed for Heaven to somehow save them.
The true angels of Heaven were sympathetic and a real archangel came to her this time, telling her that only seven lives could make up for the damage caused to the stones. But Celestine then asked,
“What about my life? I’ve been told mine is worth ten of any man’s or woman’s. Could mine purify the stones?”
Her life which was so pure and innocent would make the stones blessed again. So she willingly sacrificed her life to save the souls of those she loved most. The discovery of her death freed the minds of the seven from the dark influence and when they realized what they had done, what they had become, and what they had driven the princess to, they no longer wished to live. Guilt-ridden and shamed, they attempted a suicide pact. But the archangel Raphael could not allow death and damnation to take them. Not when the holy maiden had died to prevent this.
So instead he turned the seven demons into statues and had them remain that way until they felt the gentle touch of the holy maiden again.
Five centuries later, biblical and lore college student, Charlotte “Charlie” Morningstar is taking a European tour for her courses and when her curiosity leads her to explore an Ancient and abandoned French castle, she discovers seven statues of demons. Something about them feel familiar to her and she can’t help but feel that they’re somehow alive and sad, especially and ironically, the one with the twisted smile.
Overcome by instinct, she begins to lightly touch and hug the statues, but kisses the smiling statue on his stone cheek. Then suddenly the statues come to life, becoming demons again. Waking up in the 20th century. Of course Charlie freaks out and runs out of there screaming, but the demons follow her because she happens to look exactly like Princess Celestine.
In her haste she falls from the castle but Alastor catches her while injuring himself in the process. Charlie then feels guilty and tries to mend his wound, only to magically heal it with just a simple touch.
Finally Raphael appears to explain everything. He reveals that Charlie is the new Holy Maiden and the reincarnation of Celestine. He explains to her what her purpose is and that these seven demons must now protect her in order to atone for their past sins, and if they succeed in finding the Seven Blessed Stones of Virtue again without betrayal then the demons will be forgiven and return to their human forms.
Unfortunately they’re not all very pleased with this arrangement. What with Charlie apparently being a normal young woman who just wants to get through college and her guardians trying to adjust to a new century while getting over old feelings. Luckily the demons can disguise themselves as regular humans and they take on different names, except for Alastor, who is bound and determined not to fall in love again. To make things even more difficult, Dante is still creeping around on Earth and is out to destroy Charlie no matter what.
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SAINTS FOR JULY 24
St. John Boste, 1594 A.D. One of the Forty Martyrs of England and Wales. He was born at Dufton, at Westmoreland, England, and studied at Oxford. Becoming a Catholic in 1576, he went to Reims and received ordination in 1581. John went back to England where he worked in the northern parts of the kingdom and became the object of a massive manhunt. He was betrayed, arrested, and taken to London. There he was crippled on the rack and returned to Dryburn near Durham. On July 24, he was hanged, drawn, and quartered. John was canonized by Pope Paul VI in 1970 as a martyr of Durham.
Sts. Wulfhade and Ruffinus, 7th century. Wulfhade and Ruffinus (d.c. seventh century). Martyrs of England. Little is known about them with any certainty, although according to tradition they were two princes of Mercia who were baptized by St. Chad and were swiftly executed by their pagan father. They were martyred at Stone, Staffordshire
Bl. Maria Pilar Martinez Garcia & Companions, Roman Catholic Carmelite nun, with Maria Angeles Valtierra and Teresa Garcia y Garcia. They were killed in Guadalajara, Spain, by communists in the civil war. Maria Pilar Martinez was an older nun from Tarazona, Zaragoza.Feastday July 24
Bl. Maria Angeles of Saint Joseph was a Carmelite nun at the monastery of Guadalajara, Spain. She was one of hundreds of martyrs during the Spanish Civil War of 1936-1939. Feastday July 24
Bl. Joseph Fernandez, Roman Catholic Dominican Martyr of Vietnam. He was sent there in 1805 as an ordained priest and appointed provincial vicar of the mission. He was beheaded. Feastday July 24
ST. CHRISTINE, VIRGIN AND MARTYR-Like many ancient martyrs, Christina was a young woman who, on account of her love of Christ, found enemies within her own family. She was tortured by her own father to induce her to renounce her faith. After his death, the torture continued, until, shot by arrows, she won the crown of martyrdom.
ST. CHARBEL MAKHLOUF, PRIEST
St. Menefrida, 5th century. Patron saint of Tredresick, in Cornwall, England. She belonged to the family of Brychan of Brecknock.
St. Declan. St. Declan First bishop of Ardmore in Ireland July 24 was baptized by St. Colman, and preached the faith in that country a little before the arrival of St. Patrick, who confirmed the Episcopal see of Ardmore, in a synod at Cashel in 448. Many miracles are ascribed to St. Declan, and he has ever been much honored in the viscounty of Dessee, anciently Nandesi.
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Hey could you possibly do 🌙🍎🫂 for Gabriel and Anne for the emoji drabble ask game? They deserve some content of the two of them bonding.
This took so long but you are absolutely right, we need some Anne/Gabriel friendship *^* I spent ages trying to decide what do with 🍎, then I got this idea out of nowhere recently and ended up getting a bit carried away. It’s just barely related to the emojis. Enjoy~!
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With a heavy sigh, Gabriel closed the trunk, turned the key in the lock, and stood up. That was it. Everything, or at least almost everything, that she had brought to England was in there. Her old life, tucked away out of sight, and when the dawn came, her new life would begin.
But tonight, she didn’t know how to feel. Between the old and the new, she wasn’t sure where exactly she was standing.
She had shoved the trunk into the corner farthest from the door, where she wouldn’t have to think about it. There was still more than enough space, even with the four poster bed, workbench and chair, and the few other simple items of furniture. The window, with a candle waiting to be lit sitting on its sill, overlooked the yard and stable behind the house. Bill was certainly generous to let her stay with them, and the Earl of Southampton as well for being so willing to give them all a home on top of funding Bill’s work.
And still, Gabriel wondered if she even deserved to be here after all she had done in support of King Philip. Should she have just returned to Spain with the others anyway? Begged for their forgiveness for betraying them? At least she knew who she was there; not herself, but a role she’d been playing for a long, long time…
Her heart sank at the very thought of it.
———
“You alright, love?”
Anne only hummed in response and Bill reached out to touch her hand, finally getting her to look at him. She blinked.
“What?”
“Are you alright? I know this is a big change, it’s a lot to adjust to.”
She shook her head, “Don’t worry about me. I’m more worried about Gabriel, I mean, everything has changed for her. I can’t imagine what this must be like for her and I just…”
Bill couldn’t help but smile softly. As much as he agreed that their new friend was struggling, it warmed his heart to hear Anne speak so kindly about her. Especially when she had been holding her at knife point not so long ago.
“You just…?”
Anne shrugged, “I just wish I knew how to help her.”
“It doesn’t have to take much to make someone feel welcome. The smallest thing could mean the world to her right now, you know?”
“… Has she come downstairs since you showed her to her room?”
Bill frowned and sat up, “I don’t think she has, actually. I’m not sure whether we should leave her alone or not.”
“Hm…”
Anne paused, then looked around the kitchen, lost in thought. Her gaze fell on the window, or, in fact, beyond it, to the yard behind the house. Without a word, she stood and headed for the back door as Bill looked on.
———
Back upstairs, Gabriel took a few minutes to try and arrange what little she had that wasn’t locked up in the trunk around the room.
As she passed by the window, movement outside caught her attention and she stopped. In one corner of the yard stood a large apple tree, and Anne was carefully inspecting its fruits. Gabriel kept watching as she picked a few, then froze when Anne looked up and saw her. She was surprised when she smiled up at her, and even waved. Gabriel hesitantly waved back, then stepped away from the window.
It was odd to think she had assisted in the capture of this woman mere days ago. And what’s more, she had been the one holding her by the wrists, her dagger poised ready to strike, should the need arise.
Why must you look at me like that? she wondered, Like you could forgive me so easily.
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After some time, a couple of hours, perhaps, if she had to guess, Gabriel had still barely left her room. The moon had risen and the sky was growing dark, and Bill had insisted on the children saying goodnight to her; she wanted so badly to believe their friendly, though tired, smiles but she couldn’t silence the voice in her head that told her they were just being polite. Once he had gotten them to bed, Bill returned to check on her. They talked briefly, and then before he excused himself, he turned to Gabriel.
“Anne’s still downstairs, in the kitchen, by the way. I expect she’ll be done soon, she’ll probably come to say goodnight, as well.”
Gabriel just nodded, already assuming he’d be wrong. She wouldn’t blame her. But sure enough, a few minutes later, the footsteps coming up the stairs detoured towards Gabriel’s room and she heard a light knock at the door.
“Gabriel?”
There she was, just as Bill said. Well, it couldn’t do any harm to simply answer the door. She would only be saying goodnight, after all. Then Gabriel opened the door to find Anne was holding two plates, stacked one on top of the other, in one hand with two slices of freshly baked apple pie, and two forks. Gabriel faltered slightly.
“… Oh…”
“Sorry,” Anne started, “I know you must be feeling a bit overwhelmed by everything, and you probably don’t quite feel comfortable yet being with the whole family, but I wasn’t about to let you go to sleep on an empty stomach. And if you don’t mind, I thought we could perhaps just… chat? A bit?”
“Well, I-” Gabriel was about to decline the offer as politely as she could when she was betrayed by her growling stomach. Anne bit her lip but couldn’t hide her amused smile and Gabriel cringed, “… I suppose that would be nice…” she gave in.
Gabriel kept what she hoped was an acceptable distance between them as she and Anne sat down on the bed with their plates in hand.
“So, how do you like your room? Are you settling in alright?”
“Yes, I think so…” her eyes darted towards the trunk and back, too quickly for Anne to notice, “I didn’t expect to find myself in such luxury, certainly not so soon after giving up so much of my life. Thank you.”
Anne scoffed, “There’s no need for thanks, it’s the least we could do after everything you did for Bi-”
“After everything I did…?” Gabriel muttered bitterly, dropping her plate into her lap before she had even taken a single bite. Anne stopped mid-sentence, struck speechless by the sudden shift in her demeanour. For a moment, Gabriel sat there, her head bowed, her eyes screwed shut, regret etched into her features. Then she looked up again and met Anne’s gaze, “Is this what I deserve after what I did? The last time the two of us were alone together, I was binding your hands behind your back. Threatening you,” her voice was beginning to grow thick with tears, “My orders were to kill you should Bill not…”
Anne wasted no time. She took Gabriel’s plate, and her own, and set them aside, then took her hands. She leaned towards her, her voice somehow both gentle and commanding.
“Gabriel, listen to me,” she may only be a few years older than Gabriel, but her words, and her tone, made her seem a lifetime wiser, “Those may have been your orders, but they were not your intentions. You had no choice in the matter. I don’t blame you for what the king made you do.”
“… You don’t?” Gabriel asked in surprise, her eyes wide.
Anne shook her head and smiled, “Of course not! I was scared, but… I could tell there was something off. Your grip was slightly loose, you were holding your dagger quite low. You could barely even look at me. Or Bill, for that matter.”
She was right.
“I felt like I was betraying him,” she admitted, “I felt more loyal to Bill after a few kind words than I ever felt to Lope or Juan or any of them in years,” she couldn’t help but laugh.
“Well, I’m glad this was the choice you made.”
“… As am I.”
They shared a warm smile and Anne handed Gabriel her plate back. Their conversation turned to lighter topics until they were finished eating, when Anne seemed to remember something.
“Oh! Wait here, I’ll be back in a minute.”
She hurried out with the plates and Gabriel waited, as she was told to, until Anne returned carrying a bundle of white fabric.
“Here. Until you find the time to make a new one for yourself, because I’m sure you will, you can borrow one of my nightdresses,” she said, handing it to her, “It’s probably a bit long for you, but it should do for a night or two.”
Gabriel stared at the garment for a moment, then at Anne. That was the final straw; she threw herself into Anne’s arms and hugged her tightly.
“Thank you. For all you’ve done for me.”
“You deserve it.”
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20 Austria HCS
Nowadays he hangs around mostly with Switzerland and the Netherlands. Switzerland will only speak to Austria is The Netherlands is there.
When Hungary and Belgium got bored, they would steal some money from Austria’s room and go shopping. This went on from 1714-1804.
He lost his empire in WWI, he misses having them around the house. 
He did not dislike chibitalia, he was just strict.
At one point, Austria was one of the worlds strongest empires. Prussia is terrified he’ll return to power, but he’d NEVER admit to this fear.
He misses Hungary and Spain. he liked having someone to come home to.
He doesn’t like France due to the French revolution. But he also doesn’t like England, he finds him useless.
He’s cheap but enjoys the finer things in life. he turned into a pretty good cook because of this; he can make something out of almost nothing.
While he was married to Spain, they would drink Sangria together every Friday night. One time he invited Luxembourg, he was terrified. They avoided Belgium for months afterwards thinking she would be mad, Turned out she just wanted to join them.
He wouldn’t speak to Germany after the Annexation of Austria until he recovered. He felt betrayed by his former ally.
In 1679 plague broke out across Austria, Spain and Hungary took care of him. In 1831 he returned the favor when plague hit Hungary. 
He blames Prussia and France for the dissolution of his empire. He convinced himself he dislikes the BTT as a whole.
He was uneasy about having Romania join his empire; he’s very suspicious of him.
Since he’s too cheap to actually buy wine, he visits the 24-hour free wine fountains in Italy at night and fills empty bottles. Nobody has caught on yet.
He treated the Habsburg Empire countries like a family. Every night, they would all sit around and listen to him play the Piano. He still plays nightly to fight off loneliness.
The waltz was born in 17th century Austria. Some nights if he was in the mood, he would have someone else take over on the piano (usually Luxembourg or Spain) so he could dance with Hungary. She has fond memories of this and Prussia hates it. 
He will never forgive Prussia for breaking up his empire in 1866.
Coffee has been his favorite beverage since Turkey retreated in the 1700s and left large amounts of coffee. 
He’s very skilled at fencing.
Switzerland kept him out of Trouble as a child, Austria misses being friends like they used to be.
He wishes he was powerful enough to take back what he lost.
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Ask and ye shall receive ✨ polyship prompt okay. listen. AusHun x England.
I know I know but it can work. I think England would bring something new and exciting into their relationship while still being calm and experienced enough to fit into their pre existing relationship.
I’m not sure what exactly the prompt could be, maybe some Arthur being a little insecure about the situation when they just decided to give this whole thing a try cause AusHun have been together since forever and hes like the new guy here in this huge house that is his home now.. maybe them just talking things out over a piece of cake in the afternoon, the time where Arthur used to have his tea all by himself 🥺
Okay sorry I’m rambling, do with this as you please! Or don’t! Idk but I think you might like this polyship :)
MY DEAR BITCH RAMBLE ALL YOU FUCKING WANT BECAUSE I LOVE THIS.
Ie England has a mental breakdown because hes not used to being able to have nice things. And it's just too soft, diabetes warning.
shouldn't be treating me likee this, Erzebet is so kind and loving towards me, she tries to teach me how to cook and listens while Irambleabout books and whatnot, but why, why as she doing this, what am I bringing to the table that these two dont already have, Roderich is such an interesting man, he is prissy and uptight but he clearly tries, he puts up with me stealing his wife from him, he generally seems interested in listening to what I have it say, he puts up with me being around this house so much why, why ,WHY.
It had been quite some time since the old married couple of Europe decided to accept a new person into their relationship, in itself it wasn't that strange, they had done this a lot over the centuries that they had been together, Prussia, Spain, Portugal, but this was different, those were all diplomatic marriages turned personal, this started personally, with a very interesting night out and the successive dates cemented Arthur as one of a set of three.
But that didn't mean all the paranoia and fear of rejection that Arthur here has been impartial to since forfuckingever went anywhere, infact it actually got worse, you see, when a person is used to being betrayed whenever anything even remotely decent happened to them, they tend to grow suspicious about being in good circumstances, suspicion can every easily turn to paranoia as time wore on and nothing went ass up. Paranoia usually turns into either fear or anger; and Arthur couldn't muster anger against two people who had been so nice to him, even as he thought the two were planning some sort of great betrayal because that is just how shit works in his head.
No comment on whether he needs therapy or not everyone already knows the answer to that.
So it turned into yellow cowardice, as much as he hated retreating with his tail between his legs it was always better then anger, everyone had told him this, his anger was. Useless and made them dislike him more, and he did not wish to inconvenience Austria and Hungary more than he already had.
Being the absolute master of subtlety that he was rumoured to be, he started to be a bit more formal with the two, more than he already was in the first place, flinching a bit too much when one of them even brushed their hand on him than should be normal, there were a lot more closed doors and angry mutterings too.
He also started to speak less and less, claiming up when either of the two spoke to him, at first both Austria and Hungary thought it was a bad sign, maybe he didn't want to be a part of this anymore, but Hungary picked up him looking at the two longingly when he thought no one was watching, but averted his eyes immediately, he seemed to forget what he was talking about sometimes too when looking at the two in their odd nation form of married bliss.
"Arthur? Come sit down with us!" Hungary said cheerfully, trying to get Arthur to talk, said guy flinched as she rested her hand on his shoulder, she could tell he wanted to lean into it, so bad, but he seemed to be physically restraining himself from doing so.
He reluctantly allowed himself to be led to the kitchen table, which Austria was already stood at, icing a cake, not that it was any special occasion, he just wanted cake, which seemed to be a theme with him, no wonder he was tubby, but Arthur had to admit those desserts were fucking divine.
Finishing the final touches on the cake and patting his frosting smeared hands on that one incredibly crusty apron that he is sure would be at least 30 years old, not like he himself was any better, the current jumper he was wearing was a good 4 decades old but it was clearly in better condition than that apron.
Anyhow.
The two sat him down opposite them, Austria looked far too good for his own good, even as his glasses were dusted with flour and icing sugar, and it stuck around in his black hair in a way that made him look like a bespectacled snow speckled raven with eyes made of amethyst.
Get your fucking head out of the clouds jesus.
Hungary, that perfect woman was no better for him, at least that's what he believed, she was wearing a very...how would you say this, homely outfit, still in her night dress with her hair standing up everywhere but still looking more human than Arthur ever could, and very pretty too with her soft expressions over her sharp facial structure, her bare and unshaven legs let out under her night dress for all to see, but she was here for business, he could tell by the way she seemed to be searching him. How he knew how to read her facial expressions was beyond him.
I should probably mention that it's like 10 in the morning, Austria just wants cake ok.
They're probably just going to kick me to the curb. Its what I deserve anyways.
"Arthur, what's wrong?" It was Roderich oddly.
He may have been a master of deceit and lies but he couldn't mask the quick expression of shock at being treated like a decent human being quickly enough for the other two to not pick up on it.
Looking like stone, with that unreadable face that not even France had learned how to decipher just yet,
"Nothing is wrong, what would make you think that."
"The fact that you are answering as so, but seriously what is wrong, you've been avoiding us both for some time?"
Hungary chimed in saying "and I know it's not because you're being you in general, so tell us?"
FUCK HOW DO I EXPLAIN I'M A WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT.
While Erzebet was looking at him and trying to decipher what the fuck was going on in that fucked up head of his, Roderich was cutting the cake, and putting them carefully in bowls for the three, completely disregarding the fact that it was 10 in the morning.
The largest piece was given to Arthur, something about him being too thin was probably the reason why the two seemed so adamant at making him eat so much, as if he deserved more than just what he needed.
(Once again no comment on the man needing therapy, we already know.)
Picking at his slice while trying to find words to describe him being a worthless piece of shit that doesn't deserve love without being just that blunt.
Both shared a worried look, they already had an inkling of what he was thinking, mainly because Hungary managed to ask around when they first started to date about his behaviour and habit around people who cared for him.
And apparently he was not good at all with dealing with any form of affection, believing that he either didn't deserve it or he was receiving it out of pity.
And when I say ask around I mean she asked Matt, who may have spent a bit too king phycoanalysing his family members when bored out of his ass.
When sharing this with Roderich, he found out that he had thought something along the same lines, being in on all of Europe's gossip and being in the exclusive class if the great powers did have its perks.
"I feel like an intruder between you two."
Arthur looked so vulnerable like this, keeping his eyes firmly trained at the table and forcefully keeping his hands from shaking under the table, even as he had a face as cold and hard as marble, the words were uttered softly and slowly, unsure.
"Oh Arthur, why would you feel like that?" Hungary inquired, looking not pitying but more concerned than anything else.
What how don't they get it?
"I, well, um...you two have been together since how long? Centuries. I just got here," breathing out slowly he continued "And you two are both far too nice to me."
There was a tense moment of silence in which the two conformed their theories and Arthur felt like he was about to shit his pants, fuck why are they silent, did I say something wrong?
"Dear, it is normal to feel a bit strange innate relationship when you've only just started in one, and I doubt you've had that much experience yourself in other relationships either, but why do you feel like we're too nice to you, we're only really doing the bare minimum."
Choking slightly, Arthur objected "The bare minimum is just about tolerating me, this is far more than the bare minimum, you put up with me more than you should, listen to me ramble about whatever and whatnot, don't question me talking to thin air, you try to teach me how to cook and even let me sleep in your bed!" Now panicky "That is far more than the mere minimum."
After a few moments where Arthur tried to regain his composure after that little outburst, he was suddenly hugged from two sides, tensing up instinctively as he did so, but the two didn't let go, and eventually Arthur let himself get swept into the soft embrace. He could smell the vanilla and various smells of baking from Roderich and that apron of his, he could smell the rose scented soap that Hungary used every morning without fail.
This was, this was nice.
"Arthur you should never have to think that were accommodating you out of pity or any of that sort. We love you, both of us, and don't tell your silly little self that we don't." Roderich continued, now sounding a bit like a 5 year old "Now eat your cake you asshole."
Feeling decently lighter after those dreadful thoughts were put to rest, he did indeed eat the cake, and as expected it was really fucking good, and he had a hankering for more before remembering it was now 11 in the morning, and they hadn't had breakfast other than cake.
Smiling fondly Hungary cleaned a bit of cake off both Arthur and Roderich, "Stupid boys."
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Portuguese here, Portugal and England do have the longest alliance on the world. We know how it looks when people see it on the outside but they were the only ones who ever defended us, Spain was always being Spain too us and England hated them so an alliance of convenience started and lasted. It ran smoothly for centuries until they betrayed us too. Everyone made fun of us but at the end of day we came back to them all the same. (so friendly together that we even copied the atrocities they did 😒). Anyways sorry for the Ted talk, and happy birthday!
not portugal and england having a toxic codependent relationship....... when he cheats but you open the relationship to poly (colonisation) to save the marriage 🥴
but I do understand not biting the hand that feeds you esp if your neighbour keeps trying to fuck you... a la current South Korean/USAmerican relations wrt North Korea/China, thank you for the Ted talk and the birfday wishes
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dear kim
my therapist told me to write letters to people, and that i dont have to send them but just to write everything i want to say. and theres so much i want to say to you but i cannot. because i love and care about you so much, i want your life to be free of thinking about this sort of thing. (but then again my therapist did say is it truly best to keep things from people just because we want to save them pain? and i think theres truth to be found in that, if someone really cares about you then they would want to know your thoughts right?....but i suppose i dont think you really care about me much anymore so thats the problem)
what i want to say most is im so sorry for everything ive done and caused all these years to you. i truly am. im sorry for being your friend and betraying you and going to jake, im sorry i never acknowledged how that must have made you feel. i was a bad friend to you. i was in a really bad place in life and i just clung to anyone who showed me a bit of attention and could be a way out of the hell of my daily life, i wanted people to save me. and jake promised that to me, but he lied.
jake hated me talking to my friends. especially you, he would forbid me from talking to you, and thats why i would come and go so much. because he would find out and threaten me with suicide. and i was scared and i didnt know what to do so i’d be trying to placate him always. but i did stand up for you, whenever he would be mean about you. because even if i wasnt a good friend to you i did and do care about you and i wanted you to get along even though i know now not only was that not my job but it wasn’t possible, not because of you but because that person, jake, has something deeply wrong inside of him.
i dont know if you ever knew the extent of what he would do to me, but i remember wanting to tell you so many times. when he moved nearer to me he became gradually more violent with me both in generally and sexually. i remember one day we were sitting on his bed arguing about smoking and i jokingly said something like “i’ll smoke all i want, one day i’ll come and blow smoke in your face” and he grabbed my face and slammed it into his wall behind me. he would often do things like that in simple daily life, suddenly go from 0 to 100 and hurt me. or he would play psychological games with me to confuse and frighten me. the worst was that often, during sex he would get violent. often he would punch and slap me, his favourite place to hit me was in my stomach. it took me a long time to realise, but often when i have flashbacks my torso jerks forwards, as if it was reacting to being punched still to this day.
the worst thing he did to me, which i recently began to remember in full during therapy was making me pregnant. it was a very traumatic and emotional experience and one i struggle to find the words to talk about. it was lonely, terrifying, unknown, disgusting.
i wanted to tell so many people. but i was scared, i was scared of being made fun of for making the wrong decision for going with jake. i was scared of jake killing himself because he would threaten to everytime i told him i wanted to break up. i would self harm to try and make him be gentler to me and it often worked. when i would cut my breasts, stomach, arms, legs, neck. he wouldnt touch me. 
the week before i decided to leave england to move to spain, i never told jake about me moving. i just let the days tick down. and when that final week came i remember sitting in class at school and making a list of good and bad about him, and finally i realised this had to end. because if i stayed in england with him either he would die or i would die. there was no happy future for me there. i had to go. so i had my sister help me to break up with him, and i was finally free.
but that week, he would not stop harassing me from any place he could. my facebook, my phone, my tumblr, he even came to my house and it was the scariest thing i cant even remember what happened.
the reason i am telling you this is because i want you to understand why i would come to you and then run away in anger again. it is because after all that time, i saw everyone in england as my enemy. in fact even when i lived in spain, i saw everyone who showed me love and care as a potential foe.
i couldnt trust anyone, i was terrified of everyone, and for years i have been moving around kim. not because i love change like i always say, but because im scared of trusting people again. its easier to be alone.
and for a long time i saw you as the same as everyone else. everyone else i blamed for what happened. people who did nothing, people who threw me to jake and allowed him back doors into my life again and again when i was trying to escape him.
my mind was so fogged and broken, i just lumped you in with them all i suppose. i tried to convince myself you were a bad person. i tried so hard all the time over and over to convince myself you were evil. ive been trying all this time, because i thought that would allow myself to stop thinking about you all this time. i attributed my constant thinking of you as “obsession”, i was disgusted by it because it is unsightly to have such emotions for other humans. i saw it as a singular problem, rather than a sympton of my constant trying to see you as evil.
that is why, all this time i come and go. it’s this toxic cycle in my head, of trying to convince myself you are bad, being drawn to you, and then getting frustrated at myself because “i shouldnt be talking to you” and leaving. rinse and repeat.
theres nothing you ever did kim that i could blame you for. you aren’t a bad person. for a long time i’d be angry about that day i went to cornwall and met robyn and jake. and jake forbid me from meeting you. i think about that day almost daily. analysing my actions over and over. thinking about every last detail. for so long i was angry at you, for telling me you saw me all that day and followed us around but wouldnt come over and talk to me. i almost convinced myself in my psychosis that you took pleasure in watching jake touch me in public (something he often did to humiliate me, in ways more awful than can be said).
i know now how unreasonable i was. in fact i think i always knew, because why else would i constantly think about that day. you were like me kim, both of us disliked jake. both of us were hurt by jake. i dont know if you would permit me to call you this but realistically, both of us were victims of jake. to varying degrees. and i am so deeply sorry for never seeing that. for being so wrapped up in my own suffering to never see how it could be from your perspective.
like hell would someone who was bullied by jake go and disobey his commands to his partner that they werent allowed to meet their friend. thats crazy. if i was in your position i wouldnt know what to do either. and im so sorry for even putting you in that situation.
i dont expect you to believe me this time kim, because i have come and gone so many times. but i promise i will spend the rest of the time i have trying to be a good friend to you again, and if you dont want that you can send me away and i wont disturb you again. i promise.
i want to say one last thing, because it occurred to me recently. dont you think us being friends is the ultimate act of defiance to jake? considering how much he despised us having any kind of friendship. i thought so, and the realisation of that makes me quite warm inside. to turn hatred into love. anger into kindness.
i hope you are well kim, i truly do.
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Constantine The Great: The Christian Conqueror of Ancient Rome
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Constantine I was the first and only Roman Emperor to be granted the title “The Great.” A revolutionary and unstoppable force, Constantine was also the first Emperor to convert to Christianity, initiating the creation of a new Roman Empire that would eventually lead to its downfall.
Who was Constantine the Great?
Constantine was born in the city of Naissus (now modern Serbia) on February 27, 272 AD. His father, Flavius Constantius, was one of the imperial bodyguards of then-ruler Emperor Aurelian. Constantine’s mother was a poor Greek woman named Helena, likely a mistress of Constantius.
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Late Antique Roman Colossal Head of Constantine (Photo Credit: VCG Wilson/Corbis via Getty Images).
Constantius rose through the ranks of the Roman Army quickly, eventually becoming governor of the Roman province Dalmatia. In 284 AD, Emperor Diocletian became the new ruler of the Roman Empire. Several years later, Diocletian appointed his close friend Maximian as his co-Emperor.
In 288 AD, Maximian declared that Constantius would join his praetorian prefect, or “high office,” in the city of Gaul – which is now comprised of France, Luxemburg, Belgium, and Switzerland. Later on, Maximian would appoint Constantius to Caesar in the Tetrarchy of Diocletian. During this time, Constantine came of age and served as his father’s heir presumptive until his death in 306 AD.
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Statue of Constantine the Great at York which stands on the spot where he was proclaimed Emperor by his soldiers in 306 after the death of his father Constantius Chlorus. (Photo Credit: Peter Thompson/Heritage Images/Getty Images).
Growing up, Constantine mingled with both pagans and Christians, though he was raised pagan he was tolerant of both religions. Constantine fought for Diocletian in several wars throughout Syria, Mesopotamia, and even Britain. It was here in York, England that Constantius died in 306 AD. Prior to his death, he declared his support to make his son Constantine an Augustus – and the provinces of Gaul and Britain soon followed suit.
Constantine declared himself Caesar, which directly challenged his co-ruler Maxentius. As the new Emperor of Rome, Constantine ruled over one of the largest Roman armies in Gaul, Britain, and Spain. He ordered massive building projects in the Gaulian capital of Trier, which included renewed fortifications, a large palace complex, a formal audience hall, and an imperial bathhouse. Soon after the start of his reign, many commented that Constantine’s rule was similar to that of his father’s.
Constantine and Christianity
By 311 AD, Constantine continued to rule over the Western empire and a new ruler, Licinius, controlled the East. Maxentius felt betrayed by his sudden loss of power and launched a revenge war against Constantine. Maxentius seized control over Italy as Constantine moved into Milan to win it back.
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Constantine defeating the tyrant Maxentius, by Giulio Bonasone circa 1544. (Photo Credit: Heritage Art/Heritage Images via Getty Images).
As Constantine marched on Maxentius, his army, for the first time, carried banners inscribed with the Greek letters X (chi) and P (rho) – spelling “Christ.” Constantine claimed that God had spoken to him and instructed him to make the banners to ensure their victory – regardless of if the banners helped, Constantine’s army defeated Maxentius.
As a newly-minted Christian, Constantine set his sights on his opposing emperor Licinius – who had supposedly persecuted the Christians in the Eastern Roman Empire. Weeks of fighting between Constantine and Licinius eventually drove the pagan ruler to surrender his throne in exchange for his life. Constantine promised to spare Licinius, but once he had seized power, had him executed.
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The Battle of Constantine and Licinius by Peter Paul Rubens, circa 1622. (Photo Credit: Barney Burstein/Corbis Historical via. Getty Images).
For the first time in years, Rome had a single emperor. For the first time in history, that emperor was a Christian.
Building a New Empire
Constantine’s predecessor Diocletian had chosen Nicomedia (in present-day Turkey) as his seat of power in the East, but the new emperor recognized the shifting of the center of his empire toward Byzantium, located at the precipice of Egypt, Asia, and the province of Thrace. Here he chose to establish a new capital of the Eastern Roman Empire, Constantinople.
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Illumination from the Vatican Codex which is believed to represent the Church of the Holy Apostles in Constantinople. (Photo Credit: James of Kokkinobaphos/Biblioteca Apostolica Vaticana via. Wikimedia Commons/Public Domain).
Constantinople became a hub for Christian learning and cultural preservation. The city housed famous relics like the True Cross, which was believed to be the exact cross Jesus Christ was crucified on 300 years earlier, and the Rod of Moses. Constantine built the Holy Church of the Holy Apostles on top of the old temple of the Greek Goddess Aphrodite.
The converted Christian emperor also took charge of new religious policy in the Roman Empire to combat the growing animosity between Roman pagans and Christians. As an effort to ease tensions, Constantine first legalized Christianity and banned Christians from taking part in the pagan religion, which relieved fighting over non-participating Christians.
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The Arch of Constantine stands in the shadow of the Colosseum in Rome, Italy. (Photo Credit: Andrea Pirri/NurPhoto via Getty Images).
In an effort to increase social harmony, Constantine assembled a council of bishops who traveled to the city of Nicaea to teach the public about the basic tenants of Christianity. By removing the intense persecution against Christians throughout the Empire and declaring that the Christians could follow their faith without oppression, Constantine changed religious policy practically overnight.
The Inner World of an Emperor
Constantine feared that he would meet the fate of many Roman emperors before him: a military coup ending in assassination. To minimize his chances of sharing the same fate as Julius Caesar, Constantine re-organized the entire senate system to give power to provincial governors he trusted.
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Roman Sculpture Bust of Emperor Constantine (Photo Credit: Bill Ross/Corbis via Getty Images).
The Emperor also simplified the Roman Army by disbanding legions that he believed were threatening while streamlining the capabilities of armaments to keep possible military traitors far away from the capital.
Constantine wasn’t the only one in his family who reached international fame. His mother Helena became Saint Helena of Constantinople after undertaking a pilgrimage to the Holy Land. She supposedly rediscovered the True Cross.
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Porphyry sarcophagus of Saint Helena of Constantinople. (Photo Credit: DEA /V. Pirozzi/De Agostini via Getty Images).
Not all of Constantine’s family were saints; in fact, his oldest son Crispus and his wife Empress Fausta were both put to death at the Emperor’s behest. Their names and images were all but erased from the historic record, and at the time many speculated that Crispus and Fausta were in an illicit relationship. Crispus was poisoned in June 326 AD and Fausta followed a month later, dying in an overheated bath.
The End of an Empire
Constantine met his own end on May 22, 337 AD. After a lengthy illness, Constantine hoped to be baptized before his death in the River Jordan. But the sick Emperor never made it to the Holy Land, dying while trying to reach his city of Constantinople. His body was buried at the Church of the Holy Apostles but was later desecrated and destroyed during the Fourth Crusade in 1204.
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The Baptism of Constantine, a fresco painted by famed Renaissance artist Raphael in 1517. (Photo Credit: Vatican Museums via. Wikimedia Commons/Public Domain).
The Church of the Holy Apostles was also destroyed during the Crusades, and the location of Constantine’s burial site is lost to the sands of time forever. His sons Constantine II, Constantius II, and Constans ruled the Empire after their father. During his reign, Constantine the Great re-united Ancient Rome under one emperor and expanded his empire into what would become Europe.
— Published by Elisabeth Edwards in Featured, Instant Articles, MSN
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Nope
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I’ve been sorta collecting dice lately
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Bingeable TV
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Friends that I don’t see often enough and my cats
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Being in college
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I prefer to live with boyfriend or roommates. Between those two though, I’d probably prefer to live alone
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Arizona, California, Colorado, Florida, Illinois, Indiana, Louisiana, Maryland, Massachusetts, Missouri, Nevada, New Jersey, New York, Pennsylvania, Tennessee, Texas, Utah, Virgina, Washington, Washington DC
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Singapore, France, Italy, England
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Ireland, Spain, Russia (once things aren’t shitty)
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Hawaii
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Um idk
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Fuller
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I still think he’s cute
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Laundry
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My boyfriend
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All the time
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Probably like kindergarten
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Never
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Idk, don’t think so beyond like afterimages 
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Noooope
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A little
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I don’t have one
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Shane or Eric for boy, dunno for a girl
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Orlando Bloom
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Not betrayed really, but some friends got done with me and I do miss them
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Maybe like 5?
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Not particularly
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Faster than my parents
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Text for sure
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Yeah kinda
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Yeah
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