#lietgre

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could you perhaps do lietgre? lithuania x greece? if this is too niche lol you can ignore this

Nah I love niche things… I mean like why not do Lietgre you know?

Hetalia Canon AU (Immortal countries) 1990s

Ship: Lietgre

Word Count: really short 

For once I use country names

AN:

I’m sorry this took so long (so many months), I’m just really bogged down. Please enjoy the drabble. Also heads up, I’ve never been to Greece, apologies for the inaccuracies

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The sky wavered between navy blue and black when Lithuania arrived at Greece's place. Greece sat and smoked outside his porch when the other immortal nation representative arrived. Most people who came to world meetings flew in by plane, but the Baltic country drove his old secondhand car down to Athens. Now, he decided to park it on the side of the street. He got out of the car, his keys rattling in his hands as he shut the door down.

“You sounded like an anxious wreck on the phone.”

Lithuania sighed shakily. “I am an anxious wreck. Sorry for the trouble-”

Greece waved his hand to dismiss the apology. He dropped his cigarette on the floor and grinded it with his heel. “Let’s go on a walk.”

He led his companion away from the tourists and the bars. Instead he walked to a quieter area, climbing up on higher ground. Concrete sidewalk faded to a dirt path. The noise of the city faded away to the sound of Mediterranean wind. They did not talk as they climbed far up a rocky hilltop.

“Do you know why I nap so much?”

“What?”

“Why I nap so much.” He repeated.

“No, I don’t.”

“Well, I like to see the world at different times of day. Doesn’t that distant city look so nice at night time?”

They gazed at the glowing lights shining through the darkness. From up here, the buildings looked small too. Distancing themselves from the chaos, Greece thought, was the right move.

“I’m sorry I called you at this hour of the night.”

“Morning. I don’t mind.”

The northern nation sighed slightly and opened his mouth as if to say something, but hesitated.

“So you didn’t head home after the world meeting?” Greece asked.

“No.” He sighed again, his shoulders dropping as the tension dispersed out. “It’s just… you caught me at a very vulnerable moment. I… don’t really have anyone else to confide with now so… ”

Ah. He was referring to the break. When Greece went to the bathroom, get ready for the meeting, he bumped into the tall, pale, brunet man known as the nation representative of Lithuania, crying his heart out to a mirror.

“Let’s just say I know what economic troubles look like on a nation's representative. It takes one to know one.”

The two men chuckled at that statement.

“When you walked in, I just ran into Russia in the hall.” He shook his head, his brown locks of hair twisting along with the dismay. “Oh I might’ve gotten my independence, but it’s been… difficult to say the least.”

“The world of conquest has done that to the mightiest of beings.”

Lithuania looked over, a sad agreement to Greece’s words. Then he looked out into the city lights. 

On the edge of the horizon, the first moments of dawn showed its way into the day.

“I have long fallen from the ranks from someone powerful. But the Soviet Union was recent. What am I saying. I have once again learned that I am fragile. So thank you.”

“For what?”

“Being there. For walking in and there being no ridicule. For welcoming me here right now.” 

“Look at me for a moment.”

There was a questioning look in his eyes before he turned to make eye contact. 

Greece continued. “You’re not being a burden to me.”

It was quiet as Lithuania stared back. “Oh… well let’s be honest I am taking up your time”

“In fact, you’re welcome to stay anytime. If your anxiety gets to you, come over. You got that right?”

“We’ve only had… maybe one real conversation before. It’s alright. In fact, I should head back, the sun’s going to rise soon.”

“Stay the day.”

“I’ve got paperwork.”

“And you have plenty of people back at your government agency that will be able to finish them.”

A slight smile showed through then. “Goodness, you are quite persistent. If you insist.”

The two stayed a little longer on the rocky hilltop. Together, they watched the sun slowly climb up to brighten another day.

AN:

Not my *best* work per se, (I’m supposed to be doing a midterm right now, so I may not have proofread), but I do love the concept. Thanks for introducing this ship to me!

#lietgre #hws lithuania x greece #hws greece x lithuania #hetalia #hws #hetalia fanfiction #hws fanfiction #hws lithuania #hws greece #hetalia lithuania #hetalia greece #i have not given this a name it is untitled oop

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It is too early to wake up. Let us keep on dreaming.

For @aphrarepairweek2020 day 5, free day, a Lietgre aesthetic. Inspired (?) by @phoenixkaptain who wrote a fic that is really sweet and introduced me to this pairing! (Greece is the top left corner faceclaim and Lithuania is the bottom right)

#hetalia #aph #hws #aphrarepairweek2020 #lietgre #aph lithuania #hws lithuania #aph greece #hws greece #musings #aesthetic musings #aph aesthetics #aph aesthetic #hetalia aesthetics #hetalia aesthetic #hws aesthetics #hws aesthetic #aph greece aesthetic #aph lithuania aesthetic #lietgre aesthetic

[phoenixkaptain]

Welcome to “I Want Everyone to Ship LietGre With Me”

Just kidding, I wrote a Lithuania/Greece fic for @aphrarepairweek2020 since it starts today! I'm super excited to jump on this, so here's the link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24717655

Please enjoy!

#aphrarepairweek2020 #lietgre #greliet #i think that's the ship name #it's not a very common ship #even among rarepairs... #c'est la vie I say while sobbing #hws lithuania #hws greece

[flyingsassysaddles]

Nyo!GreLeit being cute,, for some reason I hc Nyo!Greece as more athletic and tall while Nyo!Liet is more smol and fashionable?? Anyway I loved drawing them

#aph lithuania #aph greece #greliet #lietgre #nyotalia #nyo!lithuania #Nyo!greece #Nyo greleit #I like to keep my hair out of my face so I usually draw people’s hair up #but like Nyo liet is so cute in a bun #Nyo greece is prob going to the gym ksksk #sassy’s art

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#my writing #lietgre #wondering if I should actually finish the korest one now lol #we'll see #but yeah put it on ao3

[flyingsassysaddles]

More nyo greliet!! Wanted to draw Greece with her hair down :P

#aph greece #aph lithuania #greliet #lietgre #nyotalia #aph Nyo greece #aph nyo lithuania #aph #hetalia #hands are evillllllll #I really need to draw a background someday #i still love them #sassy's art

[flyingsassysaddles]

GreLiet Drabbles

Notes: Part of @hetaliawritersdiscord ‘s drabble night! They’re all Greece/Lithuania, a rare pair I love very much and I’m glad I could write about! 

Prompts: Water, Treasures, Not Enough, Journey, and Five! 

 AO3

WC: 178 ;v;

Prompt: Water Characters: Greece/Lithuania ___ Heracles was already in the water, having rushed in and fell down, pushing loose strands out of his hair. Pouting a bit, the drenched man watched from inside the sea as Toris tried to stifle his laughter. With hurt pride, the Greek stood up and said, "Okay, that's the last time I'm ever running again." He raised an eyebrow as Toris stalled on the beach, fingering one of the strings on his swimsuit. It made sense that a man from way up north would have trouble getting into the sea, but this was ridiculous. Toris was now ankle deep, but Heracles didn't come to this expensive resort to waffle around, he nonchalantly drifted close to the Lithuanian, and then quickly splashed him and bolted to deeper waters, smiling evilly as his boyfriend squeaked and looked at him in outrage. Already wet, the man crashed through the water and promptly caught up to the wide-eyed man, splashing him in the face before falling down like Heracles did, ignoring his laughter and the words, "See, NOW you're in the water!"

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Prompt: Not enough

Characters: Greece/Lithuania

The sun weaved through Toris’s hair, shining onto the bed they shared and highlighting the accents of their skin as Heracles held him close. The Greek was awake, but barely, in the way men are as their minds peels away from dreams and into reality, sun banging onto the eyelids for them to wake.

He put one of the Lithuanian’s long strands of hair behind his ear, face catching a smile as Toris wormed closer to him in his sleep. It was this, the silent moments after the night had gone and it was just him and the man in front of him. It was this that made Heracles come back, back and back, because even though he always thought that he had finished, today was the last day, no more mornings of sun, Toris would smile at him and Heracles wanted to be here, in this bed, holding him. No amount of mornings would be enough. It was never enough.

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WC: 162

Prompt: Treasures

Characters: Greece/Lithuania

It hit him in the gut, seeing those artifacts in glass. The Greek man traced the delicate carvings of marble statues and columns with his eyes, mouth dry. These were all from his homeland, the land of olives and cigarette smoke in the wind, of ruins thousands of years old. Yet here they sat, in London, in Birtitan, hundreds of kilometers away from home.

His mother had been an archeologist. He probably could have name all the statues in the gallery, all the ones the soldiers of England stole from his home.

Toris glanced at Heracles, and noticing how his fists were clenched and how his brow furrowed, something unsettling in the way he looked at the museum. He grabbed the man’s hand and squeezed, smiling softly at the Greek, who's angry expression melted upon seeing him.

“What's wrong?” Toris asked, holding fast.

“Nothing really.” He stared at the elaborate carvings in stone from the Parthenon. “Just a bunch of stolen treasures.”

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WC: 375 (I went overboard on this one,, oof

Prompt: Five

Characters: Greece/Lithuania

They were sitting at the library, Toris on one side, studying and scratching out notes, and Heracles boredly reading a book about the history of insects in Tunisia. Sighing, he looked up from his insect book to the stressed out high schooler in front of him, and sighed. “Look, I get that you like to study, but why do you always have to stay here for hours? Can't we go out and have fun?”

The Lithuanian gripped his pencil, pausing. “No one LIKES to study, Heracles.” He looked up as well, something intense in his glare. “I'm studying because anything less than a perfect 5 for my GPA will make my parents and my teachers disappointed, and I won't be able to get into my dream school. I need that 5, so I'm going to study in this library for as long as I damn well can!” he snapped, voice turning harsh at the end. He went back to his book, the air tense.

Heracles’s mouth went dry as he felt pricks of guilt hit him. He should have known that. “I'm sorry Toris-”

“Well that's FANTASTIC!” Toris seemed to explode, glaring at the surprised high schooler in front of him. “It's just fantastic how you think my work is cute, it's fantastic that you get A’s without even trying, it's just fantastic that you can go off and nap and read and do whatever you want! It's just fantastic!” His voice went high at the end, people staring at them from around the library. For one second, the stress of that 5, the weight of the books that he carried home everyday, the pull of his eyes as he stayed up late writing essays, it was all gone as he turned his anger on Heracles, who stood there shocked. And then that second was over, and the look of shock was replaced by hurt, and then coldness.

Heracles didn't say a word of anger, of retaliation. He just left. Taking his books, the Greek stood up and walked away, leaving Toris alone with his books and papers, not seeing the tears in the boy’s eyes or how his hand on his pencil shook, guilt already filling his mind.

He could reach his five alone.

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WC: 223

Prompt: Journey

Characters: Greece/Lithuania

Adjusting his old school lute, the musician sat more comfortably in his nook under the trees, cats coming beside him to relax for a few moments. He was half dozing off when the musician was awoken by someone tapping him on the shoulder, and was greeted by the greenest pair of eyes he had ever seen, long hair brushing the stranger’s shoulders.

“Um, excuse me,” he said, standing up straight, and the musician jumped to his feet, “How much for a song?”

He blinked. “Uh, one copper.” The stranger's eyes lit up and he handed him a copper from a pouch of money, sitting on one of the stones and waiting for him to play.

“What's your name?” he asked the stranger.

“Toris. I'm traveling with my master, Lord Braginsky. What's yours?”

“I have no master. My name is Heracles, however.” He strummed a chord, and Toris smiled. What a pretty smile he had. “What song do you want?”

“Hm.” He thought for a moment. “Do you know the Red Traveler’s tale?”

Heracles nodded, smiling the tiniest bit as he played an old favorite. For the two of them, he played a song of a traveler and his journey, the stranger with the touching smile listening, a brief moment between them, his journey pausing just for a moment, to hear a sweet tune from a handsome musician under the shade of a tree.

#aph greece #aph lithuania #aph #hetalia #greece/lithuania #greliet #lietgre #human au #drabbles #hetalia writers discord drabble night #fanfic? #collections of drabbles #aph russia #musician #prompts #I love this rare pair man #sassy's writing

[flyingsassysaddles]

The Only One I Thought About Chp. 1

Chapter 1: Meeting Him

Notes: This is part of @hetaliawritersdiscord ‘s OTP event! I chose the prompt, “You’re the only one I thought about,” for this one! I have a second chapter ready, but all in time guys sldknc this is set in Cardverse, GreLiet and some pairings that will probably show itself later

Characters: Greece/Lithuania, aph Greece, aph Lithuania, aph Russia, aph Estonia, aph Latvia, aph Enlgand, aph America, aph Belarus, aph Ukraine

AO3

Series Summary: Heracles and Toris have a strange relationship, considering that Heracles was the Spade Royal Librarian and Toris was the Club servant for Lord Braginsky, a potential heir to the Club throne. They try to make it work through letters, but they both can't wait to see each other again when Lord Braginsky, and by extension, Toris, visit Spades to talk with the Spade Royals about a potential alliance. Toris and Heracles meet again and try to make sense of their relationship, but the Royals and Lord Braginsky have their own problems to deal with. 

Chapter Summary: Heracles had promised to meet him in the square when Toris walked in with Lord Braginsky and his fellow servants, but where was he? 

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They were only a few seconds into the city when he started looking through the crowd, and even his master Lord Braginsky caught the frenzied look on his face. The Club nobleman placed a hand on Toris’s shoulder as if to calm him. The long-haired man stilled under the heavyweight, but his eyes continued to look through the mass of people that came in and out of the grand capital city of Spades. Heracles said he would meet him here in his letters. Toris fingered the end of his sleeve, anxiety worming its way in. Maybe the man had ditched him?

“Why are you so anxious?” his master said in his deep voice, squinting at his servant. Toris quickly started to think of an excuse but decided to just tell the truth. Lord Braginsky would just know if he was lying anyway.

“I’m waiting for someone.” When his master raised an eyebrow, he elaborated. “It’s, um, someone I know well. He said he would meet me here.”

Still looking a bit confused, the lord just shrugged. It wasn’t his business what his servant was up to. Releasing Toris from his grip, he walked ahead, his two other servants scrambling to get to him and carrying their luggage. The tall man followed painfully slowly behind Eduard, mouth dry. It was midday, he should have been there.

Lord Braginsky started to rattle things off. “When we get there, we, of course, have to pay our respects to Queen Arthur and that immortal Jack, and maybe Alfred if he can convince his Queen to let him attend.” His servants didn't reply, too busy trying to keep all of the lord’s stuff in place. Why he didn’t just stick with his noble family when they entered the city was beyond them, though Toris understood the appeal of sightseeing without the lord’s dramatic sisters following him around. But why did they have to bring the man’s stuff, their arms complained? “Oh look, that was the shop I was talking about! Let’s stop there real quick.” The Lord scattered off, distracted like a little boy, going towards an imposing shop draped in blue and green, spades displayed on the window along with swords and weapons of all types. Eduard and Ravis collapsed in front of the shop as Lord Braginsky rushed inside, leaning against the wall and trying to catch their breath.

Lithuania joined them a few seconds later, carefully putting down the suitcase he had been holding, a sinking feeling in his gut. He leaned against the wall close to the end of the shop, near an alleyway. He had just a few seconds to take in this fact when a hand jumped out and grabbed his arm, dragging him into the alleyway as he squeaked, going too fast to put up a fight.

He stopped moving, too dizzy to see who owned the hand he felt on his arm, mind going into panic mode, oh Clubs was he being robbed?! He shot a blast of magic towards the figure, and whoever it was released him and collapsed on the floor as Toris stood there with shaking legs. The smoke cleared, and then Toris’s eyes widened as he saw who it was. “H-Heracles?”

“The one and only,” the dark-haired man said, clutching his torso and groaning a bit on the ground, He wasn’t too badly hurt, thank Spades. The Club raced towards him, hands shaking as he knelt onto the ground and grabbed Heracle’s face.

“Oh my Clubs, I’m so sorry,” he breathed, looking the man up and down, feeling relieved that he wasn’t being robbed, but horrible for hurting the man he was looking for. “Are you okay?!”

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m fine,” he smiled, though still wincing at the pain. He leaned into Toris’s hand, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of the other being close to him after 4 months. Taking a breath and quietly healing the impact with his own magic as Toris pulled away, he joked, “I didn’t know you were so powerful, to be honest. May Spades have mercy on whoever tries to mug you.” The joke landed flatly, but the Club still chuckled a bit, sitting down next to him on the wall, leaning on his shoulder.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he said quietly, and Heracles put his hand over the Club’s and squeezed a bit.

“Of course I’m here. Where else would I be?” Heracles scooted closer to the man, the pain already fading away. Spades, it had been so long since they could just...sit. Sit and talk. Letters were great, sure, but it was the tickle of Toris’s hair on his nose or the way his eyes lit up when he smiled that made Heracles feel alive. He wished that Ivan nobleman didn't have to travel so much. Or even live in Clubs. But hey, he kissed Toris a bit on his cheek, making him blush fire red, at least they were together now.

“Why weren’t you in the town’s square? When I came in?” Toris asked, pulling away a bit to look at his partner in the eyes.

“I wanted to talk to you alone. Ivan practically had you attached to him like glue,” Heracles said, a little irritated, but smoothing it away. “I wanted to surprise you, and well, you know how that turned out.” He gestured to his frazzled shirt that was still smoking from the blast.

Toris winced again. “Sorry. I thought you were a robber.”

“I bet. For a man who tries to sink into the background, you’re quite a tough cookie.” He leaned into Toris again and nuzzled his ears, drawing a gasp from the man and another bright red face.

“W-well, I, um, I-”

“No wonder Ivan has you as his bodyguard,” he said, feeling satisfaction at the other man’s cute flustered face.

“I am not his bodyguard and you know it,” he huffed, putting a strand of hair behind his ear. He should really put it in a ponytail like Heracles did. “And its Lord Braginsky, not Ivan.”

“Everyone at the castle calls him Ivan in private, even if he’s in line to be the next King of Clubs.” At the mention of the castle, Heracles groaned and said, “God, you wouldn’t believe how hyper King Alfred was when he heard Ivan was coming, go fetch me this and go fetch me that. No one thinks about leaving the librarian in peace. Why would King Alfred even need a book on hair combing techniques in the first place?”

“You’re just grumpy because you finally have to do your job instead of napping in the Magical Arts section,” Toris teased, and Heracles feigned offense.

“Excuse you, I am always the pinnacle of diligence. Except for Mondays. It’s not my fault no one ever wants to go to the library.”

“Maybe we can go there together when I get to the castle?” It sounded innocent, but the man beside him looked shocked.

“What? Me and you, alone in a huge room where no one could see, why sir that’s just indecent,” he said haughtily, and the Club snorted in laughter.

“Not like that. Just, you, know…” He trailed off.

Heracles suddenly looked at him intensely, leaning in a bit and waiting. “Just what?”

Breathless, Toris replied, “Just me and you. You know. Together.”

“Hm,” he leaned in closer, their lips almost touching, before pulling out and breaking the tension by saying, “Doesn’t sound all that different from what I said.”

“Clubs, you’re impossible,” Toris lightly hit him on the shoulder, face flustered again as the Spade laughed.

“Don’t worry,” Heracles put his arm around Toris’s shoulders, “We’ll have tons of time to sit around together. You’re going to be here for a few months, I can think of a few things to do in that time,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

The Club just snorted and pushed him away. “That’s right, you promised me you’d take me to the beach.”

“And I will, whenever you’re free. Just stop by my library,” he gave a breathtaking smile, and this time Toris was the one that squeezed his hand.

“I’d like that. Lord Braginsky will be busy for a while, so I guess I could slip away.” then there was silence between them, as they soaked in each other’s presence, the time they spent apart dwindling away. They had been together for little over a year, and he was always so busy traveling, moments like this were as valuable as the largest dragon hoards.  

“Did you miss me?” Toris said quietly. He still couldn’t believe he managed to find Heracles, that he managed to convince him to fall in love with the bumbling servant that hanged out in the library. He could have had anyone, really. He traveled so much, he was rarely in the capital. Could this really work between them?

Heracles sat there looking at him for a few moments, before cradling the Club’s face with both hands and touching their foreheads together, before smiling blissfully.

“Toris, you were the only one I thought of the whole time.” He lightly kissed his lips, before pulling out and looking into his green eyes.

The Club’s heart almost seemed to jump out of his chest, beating fast as he soaked in the remains of the kiss. They stood there in their silence again, leaning against an alley wall in the middle of the Spades’ capital city. They could have stayed like that forever if they hadn’t heard a door slam and Ivan’s cheery deep voice commanding his servants to follow him. The sound of footsteps followed, and Toris broke from their moment of bliss, shooting up and brushing himself off, once again brushing his hair behind his ears.

“I’m sorry, I have to go-” he fumbled, the Spade standing up as well. He silently watched as the Club tried to make himself decent, hands in his pockets. “Lord Braginsky needs me and I have to-”

He was interrupted by the press of another kiss from Heracles, leaving him more breathless as he pulled away with a smirk. “I’ll see you at the castle, okay love?”

Toris nodded wordlessly, putting his hands in his pockets and waiting around for a few heartbeats like he was waiting for himself to say something to the long-haired man in front of him. After those heartbeats, he started walking out of the alley, peering back and giving one last wave, received with a smile, before leaving the alley.

His heart sank as he saw the lord jabber on about weapons and the two new swords he bought that he would inevitably have to carry. He slipped back into the group by jogging up to them a bit, the mood from the alley still lingering on his face, but apparently, it wasn’t enough to grant more than a passing look from his master. They followed the streets, the swords that the lord bought now in Toris’s arms, having been given to him by a grumpy Ravis. They approached the spot where they would meet up with the rest of the Lord's family as was shouted at Lady Natalya’s driver, and finally put all the luggage on the ground.

Eduard pushed up his glasses as he examined the spaced-out man beside him, saying to Toris, “Are you okay?”

The Club blinked. “Um, yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

Raising an eyebrow, Eduard replied, “Really? You sure?”

“Yup. Never been finer in my life.”

“That wouldn’t have anything to do with the meeting with the royal Spade librarian in that alley, would it?”

Toris’s face became red with embarrassment when he realized that Eduard must have been watching them, and he staggered back a bit, managing to say a resounding, “Uh, well, um-”

“Don’t worry,” the blond sighed, waving the air in an indifferent gesture. “You’re lucky I kept Ravis occupied and reassured him that you didn’t in fact die. You two looked pretty occupied by what I could see.”

“It’s not like that at all!” he rushed, now doubly embarrassed. “We were just talking, and…”

“And yeah, you owe me one. Though you have to tell me how that little romance happened.”

He paused a little before he replied, “Okay, you’re right, I owe you one. Thank you.” He smiled a bit at the blond, patting him on the back lightly.

“How about you buy me something when we get to the castle? I remember that the toast they serve near the kitchen is to die for.”

“Pft, only you would consider using a favor to buy toast.” Nonetheless, he smiled his agreement, and he gave a sigh of relief that the scenario had turned out well. He didn’t even think about how Ravis or Eduard must have felt when he disappeared, he thought guiltily.

Soon enough, the Braginsky family carriages came swooping in, elegantly sliding to a stop near them, the lord’s older sister even waving at them. Before picking up the baggage again to get into the carriages, careful to avoid the hooves of the stern chicken-like creatures who pulled such things, he looked out to the castle in the distance, the place where he would meet Heracles again. The man with the deep green eyes that radiated something kind, the man who had kissed him not so long before. Heart racing a bit, he found himself a bit scared to go inside. It would be the first time they would be alone together in months, who knows what could happen? Still, the feel of the Spade’s heat on his hand pressed him onward, and Lord Braginsky and his servants headed into the Castle of Spades.

#hetaliawritersdiscord #otp event #aph greece #aph lithuania #aph greliet #aph lietgre #carverse #aph russia #aph estonia #aph latvia #aph england #aph america #more people show up later but that's all for this chp #otp #greliet #rusame #au #cardverse au #human au #magic au #fic #fanfic #spades #clubs #sassy's writing

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Can I ask also for Greece? For that character game

Yeah! Ask for as many as you want honestly :) (and I’m so sorry this took so long! I got caught up with life haha…)

Send me character asks!

My otp for them: this is an extra-rare rarepair, but Lietgre. I don’t know how they’d work in nationverse, but in a human AU, I think they’d just fit together. Greece makes Lithuania relax and Lithuania gets Greece to be less lazy and more punctual.

My brotp for them: Giripan. I read this one elementary school human AU where they bond over cats and being smarty pants in math, and idk now I just like them like that. Friends who have long, philosophical, pondering discussions and go to cat cafes together. Having them in a romantic relationship doesn’t really appeal to me.

Any other ships: I’ve seen art and stuff of Gremano but idk, I just don’t ship it, mostly because I’m not that interested in Romano as a character, and I don’t really entertain other Greece ships like Turkgre or something.

Their best friend: Either Japan or Cyprus. I’ve already stated why for Japan above, and from reading the hetalia kitawiki, I think he and Cyprus get along nicely. It says Greece and Cyprus are rather close, and again, I think Cyprus would be able to understand Greece’s more whimsical interests such as his winding discussions and deep thinking, and he’d be able to indulge him in those instead of shaking his head or thinking him odd. I feel like they’d also be some sort of brothers/siblings, since it says Cyprus was raised by Greece’s mom, but that’s up for debate.

My favorite nickname for them: I don’t really have one… the only potential nickname I can think of is ‘watermelon’, because Himaruya decided to name him after a fruit...

My favorite AU of them: Not really an AU, but I just want fluffy times with Greece and his mom ;.; Besides that, a college AU that includes Greece somewhere would be nice; I headcanon him as a classics major who is rather lax about his homework when it doesn’t interest him

My favorite outfit they wear: Hard one because I don’t have any outfits that fit him I think, so I’ll just make one up. I really want him to wear all black: black leather jacket, black short sleeves, black jeans, shiny black shoes that are all angles with no soft curves. Idk, i think punk/edgy would look good on him lol

Defining color: Cream yellow-white. Probably because of the color of Greek temples and pillars, but it also feels like soft, pale sunshine streaming through the window on a lazy morning near dawn, when it’s not too bright yet. A relaxing, neutral, and calm color, which I think embodies Greece’s personality pretty well. I think he’s the sort of person who’s often disinterested in everyday affairs and prefers to have his head in the clouds, seeking out his imagination and thoughts for company, because they are rather more invigorating than talking to Germany, for example. 

Would I date them: No, a bit too laid back. Although he is very handsome and nice looking.

First impression: weird cat man. I was alright with him, but tended not to think about him a lot because I was focused on other characters.

Current impression: I’ve softened aspects of his personality that I don’t really like, such as his borderline obsession with cats (he still likes them though), so he’s better now, and I like him. I don’t focus on him a lot but he’s cool :)

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw. He’s interested in philosophy, recovering ancient stuff; very specific fields that would be suited for a Ravenclaw niche. Also I think he’s rather inquisitive and would totally be the type to ask annoying questions that nobody can answer (“why don’t fish die when lightning strikes water?”, etc) and it might get irritating, but his curiosity and habit of pondering deep questions is definitely a Ravenclaw thing. He’s fond of absent, rambling, probing discussions, usually doesn’t get involved in fights (observer vs. participant), wants to understand life and the universe at a deep level, learns for the sake of discovery; yeah, he’s a Ravenclaw.

#aph greece #hws greece #ask musings #answered #thecodfishhost #musings #aph #hetalia #hws #aph greece musings

[phoenixkaptain]

I saw your lietgre fic and aaaaa I love them now thanks for introducing me to that ship, and in other subjects it’s really cool that you like Star Trek tos too!!! It seems like st and hetalia don’t really mix that much but I’ve finally found another person who likes both :) anyways, do you ship anybody in st?

I’m happy to have converted another to lietgre, it’s always a pleasure. I ship Bones/Spock/Kirk and Uhura/Chapel pretty hard in TOS, not gonna lie

#answered #star trek #hetalia #mcspirk is my joy #chuhura is my life #i ship literally everything that moves in hetalia #i can’t help it #everyone is so shippable

[flyingsassysaddles]

Greece/Lithuania for the soul as I take a tiny break from events, these two man

#aph lithuania #aph greece #greliet #lietgre #hetalia #aph #rare pair #ship #researching got me crazy #so it’s nice to return to good ol fluff #love em #sassy's art