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maibluemen · 2 months

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ok while i'm working on which meta stuff i want to have on this blog, i do want to make a somewhat? detailed post on some name headcanons i have. so. some countries whose names i either tweak or change from the ones suggested by himaruya (arguably, there are no canon names. alfred is really the only one you could argue for lol)

🇷🇺 - ivan ivanovich morozov

hima doesn't give patronymics to the countries that would use them. ivanovich comes from ivan being very young and asked what his full name is, and the only male name he could think of was his own lol so he just stuck with it. and yes both sisters have teased him for this. morozov is derived from the russian word for "frost," which i find fitting; i wanted to find a non-jewish surname for him because i don't headcanon him as jewish and. of all the non-jewish countries to have a jewish surname.....well. no judgement on people who use braginsky and i doubt himaruya meant any harm or anything but yeah that's why i use a different surname for him lol

🇱🇹 - tolvydas jonas laurinaitis

shoutout to @hinotorihime who i believe was one of the first, if not the first person in the fandom to suggest tolys being a more accurate translation of トーリス (since japanese doesn’t distinguish between R/L sounds like indo-european languages do, and english doesn’t distinguish between I/Y the way lithuanian does, and tolys being an EXCEEDINGLY uncommon name, i don’t think “toris” is an unreasonable translation to have made after the game of language telephone from lithuanian->japanese-> english lol. トーリス would be directly transliterated like “to risu” for those unfamiliar with katakana. it’s worth noting that pixiv translates his character tag as “tolys”). uhh the source he gave me is a website that no longer exists and wasn't archived unfortunately, but "tolvydas" means something like "far seer" and tolys is a shortened form of it jonas is the name he added when he was finally baptized, and it's in reference to john the baptist anyway, here is an old post where she explains some name meanings!

🇪🇪 - eduard tamm

look i know eduard isn't really used in estonia but the guy simply gives off eduard vibes to me, sorry tamm, aside from being the most common surname, means "oak"

🇱🇻 - raivis bērziņš

bērziņš is, again, the most common surname and means "birch"

ed and raivis having the most common surnames in their countries i swear isn't me being lazy, i like the idea of all 3 baltics having tree names (laurinaitis referring to "laurel")

🇵🇱 - feliks mieczysław kazimierz łukasiewicz

who let the poles be catholic so. feliks has only been a name used in poland since around the 1800s? iirc, it was specifically brought over because of a fascination with french names but i might be wrong lol (and ultimately the origins of the name are latin, so variants of it are pretty old anyway). anyway. i've decided that his first name used to be mieczysław and he changed it around the time of the napoleonic wars to feliks, but kept the old name. kazimierz was chosen at his baptism and refers to st casimir, one of the many patron saints of poland (there's literally a wikipedia article dedicated to them all lol)

🐥 - gilbert maria beilschmidt

mary was just a hugely important aspect of gil's history as a knight (and the specific orders he represented also). he hasn't been catholic in centuries but he keeps maria in his legal name because that's his mom, guys

N. 🇮🇹 - felice luca veneziano

veneziano and romano being surnames (meaning "venetian" and "roman" respectively) i decided to just...assign the italy bros their uh. titles? as surnames. apparently siblings having separate surnames isn't unheard of for the nations lol, anyway. i thought it would be more fitting as i also headcanon that there's at least 20 italies (corresponding with each modern-day region though the actual history gets a bit messier, like my tuscany oc is more properly my florence oc.....that's another post, tho) and vene and romano represent. well. veneto (but originally venice) and lazio (but originally the city of rome...though i have yet to decide when he started representing rome because he's not an Ancient....anyway.....) felice being the italian variant of "felix" luca is a baptismal name referring to st luke, who is a patron of (amongst other things) artists

S. 🇮🇹 - lovino francesco romano

heh so lovino is in the category of not really a real name but i like it and have never really felt drawn to another name instead francesco refers to st francis of assisi who is hugely popular. well, in general. and is a patron of italy. i need to workshop some more headcanons about romano and religion because of....reasons lol, but this is definitely a name he took on relatively recently.

#heta meta #name post #this is definitely another one that will be updated as i come up with new thoughts lol #like my god i REALLY need to come up with a hebrew name for rod.....#and i need to decide on a czech name and a hebrew name for czechia.........

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jeloneuu · 4 years

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#aph germany #aph berlin #hetalia germany #hetalia berlin #marie beilschmidt

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twobrokewriters · 7 years

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Soulmates Are Jerks

This is a Hetalia fanfiction with the pairing of Prussia (Gilbert) X South Italy (Lovino) based on the tumblr soulmate au where your soulmate has your first words to them tattooed on their arm.

Gilbert says stupid pick-up lines to every girl that smiles at him in hopes that his soulmate will have said line tattooed on their arm.

Friendly reminder that Hetalia is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya and Studio Deen, not me, at all. Also, this tumblr au is not my idea, but sadly, I can’t find the original poster.

Admin Marie here. I love tumblr au’s so much and Prumano is my favorite rare ship, so I thought why not and gave it my best shot. Hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading!

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As Gilbert saw the beautiful woman next to his friend while they approached the table he couldn’t help but smile. What could he say this time? A lame one? A pathetic one? A funny one?

When his friend finally reached the table with his possible soulmate, he stood up.

“Hey, if you were a booger-”

Gilbert then saw the woman’s arm.

'So, you really like ice cream?'

He sighs.

“Never mind, hello.” He politely extended his hand and the woman shook it with a weird look; his friend laughed as they all sat down.

“Hi? Excuse me, but what just happened?”

“Elizabeta meet Gilbert, my hopelessly romantic friend.” His friend laughed a bit more.

“Romantic? That pick-up line was gross, what was that about?” Elizabeta asked with a smile.

“Well, you see, ever since we were twelve, Gilbert got the insane idea to say lame pick-up lines to girls so his soulmate would have it tattooed on their arm.”

“Oh, come on Roderich, it’s an awesome idea! My soulmate would have the lamest pick-up line on their arm and we’d have the greatest story. It’s like a romantic gesture and the ultimate prank all in one.”

“Wow, that sounds stupid.”

They all looked to the side and noticed the waiter was the one who said the comment, bitterly staring at Gilbert with his amber green eyes.

“Well excuse me for having a great sense of humor, you jerk.”

The waiter scoffed nervously.

"Hey! Didn't you tell me your soulmate's first words were going to be 'Wow, that sounds stupid.' maybe you and him-"

"Don't be ridiculous, just let him take our order." Gilbert was offended; no one had ever called his idea stupid. Did the waiter think that just because he had the most amazing hair he had ever seen he could make comments like that?

"Well, there's one way of finding out! Sir, do you mind pulling up your sleeve?" Elizabeta giggled and Roderich stifled a laugh.

They hadn't noticed but the waiter was in a weird state of shock. Like he had just seen a bad vision.

"No!" he slightly screamed.

The laughing died.

Gilbert suddenly had this weird feeling in his gut.

"Oh, I’m sorry?" Elizabeta looked as confused as before.

"Could you pull up your sleeve?" Gilbert asked, not being able to look the waiter in the eyes.

"No!" the waiter turned his head; he was red.

"Please?..." Gilbert asked, almost pleading. People were starting to stare as he stood up.

The waiter looked at him and sighed.

He slowly rolled his sleeve up to his shoulder, showing the length of the sentence.

There it was.

'Well excuse me for having a great sense of humor, you jerk.' All in black and with small white flowers.

The German couldn't help but to roll up his sleeve eagerly.

'Wow, that sounds stupid.' All in black with little grey clouds.

"Guess we're soulmates, huh?" Gilbert said in a low voice so only the two of them could hear it, still in a state of shock; he had never expected his soulmate to be male, but seeing the cute shy expression on the waiters face made him not care.

Nothing prepares you for the day when you meet your soulmate.

"So-" He gets interrupted

"You know how much I was mocked for having such a long sentence?! You know how much my friends laughed when they found out my soulmate, out of all people, called me a jerk?! Idiota! You couldn't have picked better words? Why didn’t-"

Gilbert smiled wildly and hugged the waiter tightly.

It might have been too soon, but they were soulmates. Screw it.

The whole restaurant started clapping as he felt nervous arms go around him and his soulmate burying his face in the crook of his neck.

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"Ah, I’m sorry, you never introduced your friend properly Roderich." As the situation calmed itself the waiter, whose beautiful name, as stated by Gilbert, was Lovino, had manage to ask for a thirty-minute break and joined his partner at the table.

They sweetly held hands under it, Lovino not allowing Gilbert to put an arm around his waist.

"Oh, right. I never had the opportunity to tell you, she's my soulmate! I met her today." Roderich smiled at Elizabeta and she slightly blushed.

"That’s amazing! Wait… she actually said, 'Not as much as the thought of death'?"

"Yeah, she's a bit dark my adorable human."

Elizabeta huffed.

“I went to sleep at four am and I thought you were judging me for taking too much ice cream! I’m sorry!”

"Wow I thought our words were bad." Lovino looked to his soulmate.

"Told you I didn't screw up that much! I still regret not saying a lame pick-up line, can you imagine, ‘Are you on the menu hot stuff?’ that would have been great!"

Lovino stifled a laugh.

“No, it wouldn’t of.”

“What if I had said, ‘Can I have you as my appetizer?’ now that would of been awesome.”

“Stop it.” His soulmate rolled his eyes, but it was obvious he found the situation amusing.

“Can you imagine, ‘I’m going to tip you very well’ or ‘Damn, how much is your special?’ on your beautiful skin, forever?”

“I will ask my boss to put me back to work if you don’t shut up.”

Elizabeta and Roderich laughed as Lovino squeezed Gilbert’s hand, sending butterflies to his stomach.

Soulmates could be such jerks sometimes.

#admin Marie #tumblr soulmate au #soulmate au #hetalia #aph south italy #aph prussia #gilbert beilschmidt #lovino vargas #prumano #Prussia x Romano #Romano x Prussia #aph austria #aph hungary #axis powers hetalia #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #first post

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hetaliatxtpostz · 7 years

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*Germany enters to find Prussia furiously praying the rosary.*

Germany: I see you went to confession.

Prussia: Mmm.

Germany: You shouldn’t put it off so long.

Prussia: I have more Hail Marys than I can say in 12 life times....

Germany *Patting his brother’s head*: Good thing you are immortal.

#aph germany #aph prussia #german bros #gilbert beilschmidt #ludwig beilschmidt #hail mary #praying #gil is catholic #if he was a knight of templar #and prussia #confession #text post #hetalia

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mauerfrau · 3 years

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@damnprussia from x

“Then I’ll fight half the world, or the whole world if need be. I don’t care.” And she’s just going to slip her arms around his waist and wiggle herself into giving him a side hug with her head against his shoulder. “Gilbert Friedrich Franz Schubert Johann Reiner Mozart Amadeus Roderich Marie Ludwig Heinrich Karl Marx Otto von Bismark Diederich Rammstein Hans Gustav Wilhelm Beilschmidt, if you try to harm yourself, I will have no choice but to break your legs so you are stuck in bed where I can care for you and keep you safe.” Yes, she did say all that in one breath.

“No, Bavaria’s not doing anything. More than usual, anyways. I’ve just...been thinking about you. I think about you a lot. I want to see you safe and happy. But you don’t seem one for sappy emotional confessions, so I have to say it in some other way.”

#damnprussia

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hetafamilytree · 4 years

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myrddin-wylt · 6 months

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get a load of these idiots in Jerusalem out on crusade or something. left-right: Gabriel Marie-Solène de la Fontaine of the Knights Templar, and Gilbert Beilschmidt of the Teutonic Order.

fun history fact: because the Knightly Orders were all monastic, all members were required to take several vows that were common for monks, including a vow of poverty. the uh. the Knights Templar found this rule particularly difficult to follow as they became collectively filthy fucking rich from their side hustle as the Catholic world's bankers. hence why Gabriel gets much nicer clothing than Gilbert (whose clothes are still quite nice).

#hws knights templar #hws teutonic knights #hws prussia #medieval hetalia #historical hetalia #prutemp #teutemp #diversity win! these medieval militant zealot crusaders are genderfluid and transmale respectively!#Gabriel started the French tradition of adding unnecessary variants of 'Marie' and a dozen other names after your first name #tbh I may use Gabriel as the default name so I won't have to deal with è not being on my keyboard

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aoiszaizen · 7 years

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#gerita #aph germany #aph italy #ludwig beilschmidt #feliciano vargas #aph edit #hetalia #hetalia the beautiful world #mari does stuff #who told them they could be so fuckin cute #otp: ich liebe dich

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badwolfwrites-sometimes · 4 years

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Chapter 5

Happy Remembrance Day. Remember those who died thinking the world would be a better place. Remember to make the world a better place.

'Tonight was the night. Tonight she will see him. Her dear brother.

Excitement filled her up to the brim. She could barely keep herself seated calmly as Elizabeta braided her hair. Alice sat on a small stool, wearing the golden dress Otto bought her. In her lap sat flowers, from daisies to roses to lillies. If she had to admit, they went really well with the dress.

"Okay, now another daisy." Elizabeta asked and, like a cannon, Alice shot up her hand to give it to her.

Elizabeta giggled as she took the flower and placed it in one of the braids going around Alice's head, resembling a flower crown. She left out a chunk of hair hanging to look natural and childlike.

"Betty, do you think Romano will recognize me?" Alice asked, twinkling with joy.

Elizabeta smiled. "Not with how pretty you've got. And that golden dress matches your eyes so well, I doubt even Otto would recognize you."

At the mention of prince's name, Alice's smile turned into a frown, dimples that were there moments ago, disappeared like they never existed.

"Do you think... Do you think he'll stop liking me?" She asked, hiding her face from Elizabeta. She didn't want her to see the pitiful expression she was making.

"He-" Elizabeta paused, realizing that Alice might not be asking this out of fear of him not liking her, but rather the opposite. "I don't think he will. You're his first real friend. Or rather, you're his first and only friend who's the same age as him. I don't think he'll let you go just like that."

"I wish that was the case. He's only going to get hurt if he keeps doing things like this to me." Alice pointed to the golden dress she was wearing, both the flowers engraved on the dress as well as those in her lap turned dull.

Elizabeta sighed. This was unfair. This is unfair to everyone, but mostly to the child sitting in front of her. After all, that's exactly what Alice was. A child. A child who should be playing with kids and not working to pay a debt for her parents. A child who should be free to like and befriend whoever she chooses, not worrying about statuses. A child who should not be treated like she's an adult. A child whose childhood shouldn't be taken away like this.

Elizabeta stepped away from Alice's hair and walked in front of her. Alice looked up at her as Elizabeta kneeled and hugged her. Shocked by this small motherly act, Alice broke down crying and returned the hug. Elizabeta smiled. "This isn't your battle, yet they are making a warrior out of you. Disobey them, Alice. You have it in you. You don't have to keep playing their game of house. Play with Otto, be friends with him, fall in love with him one day if you want, just don't let them stop you from being happy. Promise me you won't let them get in your way."

Alice continued to cry, nodding wholeheartedly. She needed this hug. She needed to feel this motherly energy around her, with her own being too far away. Elizabeta's words, however, engraved themselves into her memory. She might not be ready to fully accept them now, but when her time comes, she'll listen. "I pro... I promise.. e..." She said.'

Feliciano paused his reading to wipe away the tears welling up in his eyes.

"That's right, these two are forbidden lovers, I knew that. I knew and yet I'm crying like a baby." He laughed at himself. "Whatever, I've always been a crybaby. Just stop watering, eyes. I need to continue. We'll cry lots later."

Unfortunately, his cheer up method didn't seem to work.

He got up and walked downstairs, curious to see what his brothers were up to. Romeo should be back from college by now. Feliciano could vent out his feelings about the book to his baby brother. He'll at least understand him, unlike Lovino.

That's not meant to imply Lovino is a bad brother. It's just that they have different points of view on the world. They can never understand each other. Lovino is more objective and Feliciano more subjective. Romeo balances them both out.

His train of thoughts was interrupted by something heavy hitting the floor, shaking their house a tiny bit. Logically, this could be either a school bag or a person, likely Romeo, however Feliciano's brain is anything but logical. It immediately turned on a there's-an-intruder-in-the-house mode and Feliciano's entire body froze before he dropped on the stairs in a ball position and cuddled up to the wall, hands covering his head. It wasn't until he heard a familiar groan that he snapped out of it.

Turns out that the logical option was, logically, correct because once he got himself down to the living room, he was met with a school bag on the floor and Romeo sprawled out like an octopus on the couch, typing on his phone like a madman. Upon noticing Feliciano, Romeo smiled and waved.

"I take that as a don't-ask-me-about-college." Feliciano said as he made his way down the stairs and sat on the sofa next to the couch. He pulled his legs up and made himself comfortable in the upside down position. The mute television that was on was showing some movie, neither cared at all about.

"Well, yes and no. I made a new friend today. She's a mathematician." Romeo smiled, not removing his eyes from his phone.

"What's her name? Are you texting her right now? Tell her I said hi." Feliciano asked. It wasn't unusual for Romeo to befriend girls. He was a really approachable kid and made friends easily, unlike Lovino who had trouble approaching people. Feliciano believed Lovino was socially anxious, but Lovino denied it. He thought it would make him look weak, no matter how much Feliciano tried to convince him otherwise. As for Feliciano himself, his friends were his brother's friends. Especially now that his own best friend Feliks left for UK for work.

"Anne Marie. She's a real cutie. Look." Romeo said and handed Feliciano his phone which was opened to a Whatsapp profile picture of a serious blonde girl. Her hair was tied in a side braid, few strands falling out of it gracefully. She appeared to be sitting in some sort of cafe, looking in the distance. She was trully cute.

"Good job befriending her. She looks like a friend material." Feliciano said as he handed Romeo his phone back.

"I know. I met her in the library while I was whining about not knowing math and she called me an idiot and then showed me how to solve the problem. We're off to a great friendship."

"You're incredibly weird, Romeo. Never change."

"So, what have you two been up to while I was gone suffering?"

"Oh, I bought this amazing book and Lovi's the usual."

"Book?"

"Yeah. Silence in Venice by a German author. I'm only around halfway through, but it's amazing."

"You and your Germans. You've always been in love with them." Romeo giggled and turned off his phone, facing Feliciano. "What's it about?"

"It's about these two people who meet and fall in love, but one is a prince and the other is his maid and everyone's been telling them they shouldn't be together except for this one lady who's a total badass." Feliciano babbled out as much as he could im one sentance.

Romeo stared at his brother, his expression a mixture of confusion and intrigue. "So, like, your type of books? Did you cry yet?"

"Only once and yesIloveittoomuch!"

"What?"

"I. Love. It. Too. Much."

"Oh. You talk too fast, Feli."

"We're Italian, Romeo."

"Yeah, yeah. It's still too fast."

A pause. Feliciano was trying his best to roll his eyes, but all he managed was to close them and Romeo stared at him, trying not to burst out laughing. After a short while, Feliciano decided it wasn't worth it.

"Anyway, I just came to see what you were up to. I'm gonna go continue it now." Feliciano got up and went back to his room, grabbing a Corny snack that was sitting on the table.

"Have fun and you're welcome for the Corny!" Romeo yelled out as Feliciano was climbing the stairs.

He flopped on his bed as soon as he saw it, book slightly jumping. Feliciano stared at it.

"I like how you write, Ludwig Beilschmidt." He said, picking up the book and continuing where he left off.

'Such a moving moment was interrupted by the prince himself. Otto walked into the room dressed in one of his finest clothes, black and red pants, tight red shirt completed with a black cape. Said cape seemingly annoying him as he kept showing it off his arms. He walked in the room with a smile, but the look on his beloved's face changed his expression.

"Alice..." he whispered softly.

As soon as she noticed Otto, Alice wiped away her tears and smiled politely, bowing her head. Elizabeta turned around to look at the prince as well, admitting he looked handsome, she nodded and stepped away from Alice.

Otto walked closer to the two ladies. "Is everything alright? Do you not like the dress?" He asked Alice, worried expression painted on his face.

"No, I... I quite like it. I just miss my family a lot. Yeah, that's all." She answered. It was a partly true answer, she did miss her family, but the person she missed the most was standing right in front of her.

Otto sighed. "If I could bring them all to you, I would, but for now just your brother will have to do."

"That's enough for me. That's more than enough for me. You're already generous towards me, I shouldn't be complaining." She said, lowering her head.

"If there's anything bothering you or you don't like something, tell me. I'm here for you." He said as he lifted her head up, making her look at him. He didn't even realize what he was doing, but once he did, he quickly turned his head away, blushing.

Elizabeta giggled at the two of them. "Not to be rude, Prince Otto, but you haven't commented on Alice's look so far. Sure it isn't finished, but it's done enough for a little compliment."

Elizabeta's comment only managed to make Otto blush even redder. "I... well... you... pretty..." He babbled out, not even sure himself what he wanted to say.

It worked the magic. Alice was back to smiling and laughing again. Everything went back to how it's supposed to be. Otto was blushing and Alice was smiling.

"I think we should leave soon. Are you finished?" Otto asked.

Elizabeta went white. That's right the ball! And Alice still wasn't ready! "Oh, we gotta finish your hair! Quick!"

Alice was handing out flowers like a machine and Elizabeta made sure every single one of them fit in so well there's no way for Alice to lose any all night.

Otto, meanwhile, watched this mess with confusion and a bit of entertainment. For some reason, it always interested him how women get ready. And now he was wittnessing exactly that.

But his fun didn't last long as they were quickly finished. Elizabeta gathered some of the remaining roses and splashed them in water. Alice came running as soon as she did that and dipped her face into it. She gave her cheeks a few rubs and quickly pulled her head out.

"I'm ready!" She yelled out.

Otto stood in an even bigger confusion. "That was quick."

"Well, now you've seen how girls get ready. Or rather, young girls. For me it takes way longer." Elizabeta interjected.

"Yes, it was interesting. Shall we go now? I have to greet the guests. Would you like to accompany me?" Otto asked Alice.

Alice nodded wholeheartedly. "Yes! Yes! I want to greet my brother!"

Otto smiled. "Okay. Let's go then." He offered Alice his hand and lead her out of the room, leaving a giggling Elizabeta behind them.

...

The hall was crowded with people. Most of them were around the tables, picking out food and chatting with each other, others were standing on the sides, either by themselves or with other people. Alice's mouth fell open when she saw all of them. Sure, she attended balls before as a young girl, but they were never this big. They never felt this lively.

Otto let go of Alice's hand. "I have to do the greeting, you should stay here. When your brother comes, I'll signal you to come out. Is that alright?"

Alice nodded and, just as Otto was about to leave, she grabbed his coat. He stopped and turned back to her smiling face. "Good luck!" She said, drawing closer. Once close enough, she got on the tip of her toes and planted a small kiss on Otto's cheek. The same spot turned red as she stepped away, but in her defence, so did the rest of Otto's face.

His hand went up to the spot, his shocked expression remaining. He allowed his fingers to touch the warm spot where she kissed him. If only she could do that to his entire face. Make it warm like that little spot. How he would love that.

Alice smiled and went back to her position, waving at Otto. He regained his sense of reality and waved back at her before letting the curtain fall so she could remain hidden. At the same time, he wanted to hide her from everyone but himself, but on the other hand, he wanted to show her to everyone. He wanted her to remain a mystery, but he also wanted everyone to know who she is.

"Why are you here and not greeting the guests?" His thoughts were interrupted by the one person who could ruin his dreams of being with Alice, his mother.

"Hello, Mother. I just got here, I'll go right away." He bowed and run away as fast as he could.

Many guests came to be greeted by the prince himself. Some were even coming twice or more. After some time, he lost count, waiting for one specific family and their servant boy. Finally, they came. He noticed a young boy, older by a few years than him, his darker red hair reminded Otto of Alice instantly. They were indeed similar. He was standing next to a much older, dark skinned boy. The Prince of Spain.

"Prince Otto, may I say how happy we are that you're greeting us? We look foward to your eventual rule of the Holy Roman Empire. You will make a great emperor." The Queen of Spain spoke. Or was it the King. Otto wasn't sure. He wasn't listening anyway, just keeping his eyes on the young servant boy.

"Yes, thank you very much. Please enjoy the ball. May I just request a word with the Prince?" Otto said, momentary tearing his eyes away from the boy.

The royal pair nodded as well as the Prince himself. "Of course, Prince Otto." This time he was sure the Queen said it. Or it was indeed the King. They sound too similar. Like they are siblings.'

Feliciano took a moment to laugh. This Ludwig. This Habsburg family joke was too terribly funny to him.

'As soon as they left, Otto spoke. "I heard you got the boy from the Venetian family. May I borrow him for a moment? His sister is here." The moment he said that, the boy's eyes shot up.

He looked at his owner, the Prince of Spain, with such hopeful eyes. It was obvious to everyone that he wanted to see her more than anything. The Prince just sighed and nodded. "I guess that's alright."

The boy smiled delightedly and Otto lead him to where he parted from Alice, showing the curtain away.

As soon as she saw him, Alice squeeled. "It's you! Romano! It's really you!" She screamed, hugging the life out of her brother.

"I'm glad to see you too, but please let me breathe." Romano said, gasping for air, but hugging her tightly.

She loosened up, still smiling as wide as her face allowed it. This was the best thing to ever happen to her. To see her brother again. And looking at him, it was obvious he felt the same.

"Romano, how are you? How have you been? How are they treating you?" Alice asked.

"How long do we have?" Romano asked, turning to Otto, hopeful that the prince would allow them to stay longer together.

Otto smiled at Alice. "Take as long as you wish, but be mindful of the dance. It would be nice to show off your new dress."

Alice returned the smile. "We'll be there. Thank you!" And she took Romano by the hand, leading him to the garden.

Otto left with a smile on his face to greet and meet more guests. His heart now finally in place knowing Alice was happy. Her happiness was enough for him.

...

It was time for the dance to begin. And she was nowhere to be found. Otto looked around the garden, around the halls, he searched the entire castle for her, but she wasn't there. At one point he even considered her to be gone forever. Possibly running away with her brother. He knew this wasn't the case, she was his friend. She would never leave him. But the possibility still lingered on.

Elizabeta spotted him as he walked through the halls with his head lower than the ground itself. "Are you alright, Prince Otto?" She asked, drawing closer to him.

"It's time for the dance and I can't find Alice." He sighed. "I let her leave with her brother, but I told her she should be back before the dance. She wasn't where I left her. I'm just worried something might have happened to her."

"I doubt that's the case, she's clumsy, but she has been more careful since she's been with us. Did you check the ballroom? Maybe she's looking for you as well." Elizabeta said.

Otto looked up at her sadly. "Why would she, Betty? She's with her brother, she doesn't need me."

Elizabeta sighed. These children. "You are her friend. She puts too much trust in you. She knows getting hurt would worry you so she avoids it. Alice doesn't want you to worry. And right now, she's probably worried herself. Do you want her to worry about you?"

"No! Never! I-" he lingered on desparately. "I don't want that..."

"Then let's go look for her together. She probably searched the entire ballroom for you." With that, Elizabeta offered her hand for Otto to hold and the two walked towards the ballroom together.

"I can't find him anywhere!" Frustrated, Alice sat on the nearest bench.

"Why are you so obsessed with him? He'll find you. You said he always does." Romano said, sitting down next to his baby sister.

"Yes, but there were never this many people. How is he supposed to find us with this crowd?"

Romano let out a sigh. "It's not 'us' he's looking for, it's you. Besides, this is his castle, he's the prince, it's not like something can happen to him."

Alice's eyes stretched as wide as they could. What if...? She stood up as quickly as she sat down. "What if something did happen to him? Romano, we have to help! I can't just sit here doing nothing if he's hurt!" She pulled at her brother, desparate to get him to stand.

"Calm down. He's not hurt. If he was, this entire ball would be cancelled." Romano said, finally standing up.

"What if he's hurt and there's no one around to help him and no one around to spread the news and there's blood and-"

"You just want him to ask you for a dance."

Alice paused. "What?"

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice? The look in your eyes as you speak of him. You fell in love, didn't you Alice?" Romano asked, his stance and voice as firm as a brick. He wasn't letting his sister go without answers.

"No! I..." Alice mumbled. "I didn't... I... never wanted... to feel this way..."

"So you did. Alice, do you realize what you're doing? Easy for him, he'll go without punishment like they always do, but you... Do you really believe the Queen will have mercy on you for even looking at her son? You and your first sight love. You didn't think this through!" Romano almost yelled, but he was careful enough to not get them into any more trouble.

Alice clenched her fists together, breaking away from her brother. Normally, any kind of violence would frighten her, but this. This made her stronger. He made her stronger. "It wasn't love at first sight. I was scared of him. He's the next emperor of the bloody Holy Roman Empire! You know, the ones we fought with! Or did you forget grandpa's stories? And I've spent this whole time crying myself to sleep because I felt I wasn't worthy of even being his friend! I think this through every single damn night! But I'm not going to stop. I refuse to stop, Romano."

Romano stood in shock. He never saw his sister act like this. She was a calm and collected girl when they were all together, living here changed her. And he knew exactly what that trigger of change was. "You're going to get yourself killed like this."

She eased herself down. "So be it."

In that moment, Elizabeta came running towards them. Otto right behind her, face as red as a tomato from all the running.

"There you are! See, Prince Otto, I told you she would be here." Elizabeta said to the young prince as soon as he made his way towards Alice and her brother. He was resisting the urge to hug her as soon as he saw her, but he knew his mother would be watching him in one way or another.

Alice, however, didn't feel any fear from the queen and what she could do to her. She decided that whatever happens will happen anyway. There was no point in worrying over this anymore. So she hugged Otto as close as she could.

If he wasn't too preoccupied by being hugged by the love of his life, Otto would have noticed the look of despise in Romano's eyes. 'He's going to get my sister killed for no reason.' Yet Romano wasn't doing anything about it. This was Alice's choice and not his.

Elizabeta, meanwhile, was shooting death glares with a smile to anyone choosing to look down at the young pair. Nothing should ruin this little moment for them. Not the queen. Not Otto's brothers. Not Rod. Not even Romano was spared from a glare of hers. She gave Otto a little nudge to remind him where he was.

Shooting up like a cannon, Otto blurted out. "Do you want to dance with me?"

That took Alice, Romano and even Otto himself by surprise. However, the positive reaction of Alice eased everyone. The pair finally letting go of each other only for Otto to grab Alice's hand, fingers softly brushing against one another. He led her away from the staring crowd to the dancing circle that was forming in the middle of the ballroom, soft but playful music playing in the background.

Otto pulled Alice closer to himself, trying his hardest not to blush at her soft small giggles. Putting his free hand on her waist, he spun her. Both finally giving themselves to music and letting it guide them in their little dance. Soon, however, they couldn't hear anything. The music. The comments. Everything stopped for them. Now it was just each other. It was all that mattered anyway.'

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Canon Masterlist

Here you can find a list of all my canonical muses in alphabetical ( by fandom ) order. I also provide a link to my MUSE INTEREST SHEET so I know who y'all want to interact with from my children.

AGGRETSUKO

HAIDA || PRIMARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER

ZUKO || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

BARBIE MOVIES

ANNIKA || SECONDARY || CANON || OPEN

BLAIR || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

DEREK || SECONDARY || CANON || OPEN

GLEE || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

LIANA || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

MARIE-ALECIA || TETRARY || CANON || OPEN

MARIPOSA || PRIMARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

ODETTE || PRIMARY || CANON || OPEN

BLUE SKY

MK BOMBA || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

BOUEI BU

KINUGAWA ATSUSHI || TETRARY || CANON || PRIVATE

BREATH OF THE WILD

LINK || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

THE CRONICLES OF NARNIA

LUCY PEVENSIE || PRIMARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

DANGANRONPA

AKAMATSU KAEDE || TETRARY || CANON || OPEN

FUJISAKI CHIHIRO || TETRARY || CANON || PRIVATE

KUZURYUU FUYUHIKO || TETRARY || CANON || OPEN

NANAMI CHIAKI || TETRARY || CANON || OPEN

DISNEY

ALICE || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

ANASTASIA TREMAINE || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

ANNA || PRIMARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

AUDREY RAMÍREZ || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

BELLE || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

CINDERELLA || PRIMARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

CORNELIUS ROBINSON || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || PRIVATE

FA MULAN || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

GISELLE || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

GOGO TOMAGO || PRIMARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

HANS WESTERGAARD || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

HERACLES || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

JANE || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

JASMINE || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

JIM HAWKINS || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

JUDY HOPPS || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

LI SHANG || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

MAX GOOF || PRIMARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

MEI || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

MELODY || PRIMARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

MUSHU || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

RAPUNZEL || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || PRIVATE

DREAMWORKS

CHEL || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

HICCUP HADDOCK || PRIMARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

PROTEUS || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

SINBAD || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

ELDARYA

NEVRA || PRIMARY || HC BASED || OPEN

EXTRAORDINARY YOU

EUN DAN OH || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || PRIVATE

SHIN SAE-MIN || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || PRIVATE

FINAL FANTASY VII ( REMAKE )

AERITH GAINSBOROUGH || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || PRIVATE

BARRET WALLACE || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || PRIVATE

TIFA LOCKHART || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || PRIVATE

WEDGE PEPPER || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || PRIVATE

FINAL FANTASY XV

GLADIOLUS AMICITIA || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

IRIS AMICITIA || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

FIRE EMBLEM THREE HOUSES

ANNETTE FANTINE DOMINIC || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

ASHE UBERT || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

IGNATZ VICTOR || SECONDARY || DIVEGENT || OPEN

INGRID BRANDL GALATEA || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

MERCEDES VON MARTRITZ || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

HARRY POTTER: HOGWARTS MYSTERY

BARNABY LEE || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

CHIARA LOBOSCA || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

DIEGO CAPLAN || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

PENNY HAYWOOD || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

HETALIA

ARTHUR KIRKLAND / ENGLAND || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

BASCH ZWINGLI / SWITZERLAND || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

CARMEN CARRIEDO / NYO!SPAIN || TETRARY || HC BASED || OPEN

ERIKA VOGEL / LIECHTENSTEIN || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

FRANÇOIS BONNEFOY / FRANCE || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT / PRUSSIA || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

HELENA KARPUSI / NYO!GREECE || TETRARY || HC BASED || OPEN

JENNIFER V. JONES / NYO!AMERICA || TETRARY || HC BASED || OPEN

LOUISE BEILSCHMIDT / NYO!GERMANY || TETRARY || HC BASED || OPEN

LUDWIG BEILSCHMIDT / GERMANY || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

MADELEINE WILLIAMS / NYO!CANADA || TETRARY || HC BASED || OPEN

MATTHEW WILLIAMS / CANADA || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

SADIK ADNAN / TURKEY || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

SAKURA HONDA / NYO!JAPAN || TETRARY || HC BASED || OPEN

WENDY ANDERSON / PRINCIPALITY OF WY || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

XIAO MEI / TAIWAN || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

THE HOBBIT

BELLADONNA BAGGINS II || TETRARY || HC BASED || PRIVATE

HOTEL TRANSYLVANIA

MAVIS DRACULA || PRIMARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

IB || PRIMARY || HC BASED || OPEN

ILLUMINATION

ASH || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE

GWEN STACY / SPIDER-GWEN || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

KAMIGAMI NO ASOBI

KUSANAGI YUI || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

THOR MEGINGJORD || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

KINGDOM HEARTS

AQUA || PRIMARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

DEMYX || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

HAYNER || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

OLETTE || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

RIKU || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

SKULD || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

XION || PRIMARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

LITTLE WITCH ACADEMIA

LOTTE JANSSON || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || PRIVATE

MCU

PETER PARKER / SPIDER-MAN || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

MIRROR MIRROR

SNOW WHITE || PRIMARY || CANON || OPEN

MONSTER PROM

POLLY GEIST || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

VICKY SCHMIDT || TETRARY || HC BASED || OPEN

MY CANDY LOVE

LYSANDER AINSWORTH || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

MY HERO ACADEMIA

KIRISHIMA EIJIRŌ || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || PRIVATE

URARAKA OCHAKO || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || PRIVATE

OSOMATSU-SAN

INUYAKA KINKO || TETRATY || HC BASED || OPEN

KARAKO || TETRARY || HC BASED || OPEN

MATSUNO JYUSHIMATSU || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

OVERWATCH

BRIGITTE LINDHOLM || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

D.VA || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || PRIVATE

JESSE MCCREE || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

JUNKRAT || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

PERSONA 5

OKUMURA HARU || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

SAKAMOTO RYUJI || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

PIXAR

BUZZ LIGHTYEAR || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

MERIDA DUNBROCH || SECONDARY || DVERGENT || PRIVATE

VIOLET PARR || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || PRIVATE

POWERPUFF GIRLS Z

AKATSUTSUMI MOMOKO / BLOSSOM || PRIMARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

DOJIMA MASATO / BRICK || SECONDARY || HC BASED || OPEN

GŌTOKUJI MIYAKO / BUBBLES || PRIMARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

MATSUBARA KAORU / BUTTERCUP || PRIMARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

PUCCA FUNNY LOVE

CHING || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

ROCK & RULE

ANGEL || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

RWBY

SUN WUKONG || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || PRIVATE

SANRIO DANSHI

HASEGAWA KOTA || TETRARY || DVERGENT || OPEN

STUDIO GHIBLI

SOPHIE HATTER || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

YOSHIOKA HARU || PRIMARY || CANON || OPEN

TMNT 2012

DONATELLO HAMATO || SECONDARY || CANON || PRIVATE

LEONARDO HAMATO || SECONDARY || CANON || PRIVATE

MICHELANGELO HAMATO || SECONDARY || CANON || PRIVATE

RAPHAEL HAMATO || SECONDARY || CANON || PRIVATE

TOKYO MEW MEW

RETASU MIDORIKAWA || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

TOTAL DRAMA

BRIDGETTE || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

CODY || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

DJ || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

DUNCAN || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

KITTY || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

ZOEY || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

VOCALOID

KAGAMINE LEN || SECONDARY || HC BASED || OPEN

KAMUI GAKUPO || PRIMARY || HC BASED || OPEN

LILY || PRIMARY || HC BASED || OPEN

MEGPOID GUMI || PRIMARY || HC BASED || OPEN

MEGURINE LUKA || SECONDARY || HC BASED || OPEN

MEIKO || SECONDARY || HC BASED || OPEN

SEEU || TETRARY || HC BASED || OPEN

YUEZHENG LONGYA || TETRARY || HC BASED || OPEN

W.I.T.C.H.

WILL VANDOM || PRIMARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

WINX CLUB

BLOOM || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

FLORA || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

MUSA || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

ROXY || SECONDARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

YU-GI-OH GX!

TYRANNO KENZAN-HASSLEBERRY || TETRARY || DIVERGENT || OPEN

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[PruCan] Chapter 11: Soft-Spoken Calling, They Want Their Shyness Back

Ao3 Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11159997/chapters/48552656

This Has been cross-posted onto FF & Ao3 under Aliases: BearBooper

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Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers

Main Pairing: Gilbert Beilschmidt & Matthew Williams (Prussia & Canada)

AU: College AU - Art Student Matthew and Media/Film Student Gilbert

Age Rating/Mature: Teen And Up Audiences (12+ due to mentions of mature themes as well as swearing)

Trigger Warnings: Recreational Drugs & minor connotations of anxiety (Future addiction to mention themes such as addiction, rape etc.) WITHIN THIS CHAPTER - Mentions a lot of Weed. Unwanted touching (just mentions but slightly uncomfortable)

10 pm was a good time to arrive at a party, they decided. Vanilla milkshakes always made Matthew feel better- however maybe it wasn’t a good idea to have one after that coffee from earlier, and especially considering he was about to jacked up. Oh well. That’s something I'll deal with tomorrow. The Dutchman and himself had been on their way to Matthias & Lukas’ house, music-making his head pound already and feeling antsy over the prospect of more socialising. They had made very little conversation as the Mattie drove- only vaguely keeping attention to Tim’s random commentary and occasional directions. The Nordic couple had been renting out some house in the suburbs with 3 other students- very obviously avoiding living anywhere near the student dorms or the student housing as they liked to prevent interaction with the rest of Himaruya Academy; when you were hosting smoke outs and various amounts of overzealous drinkers and gambling, you tend to want to avoid the loud crowds. These events were closed doors, invite-only per se. Nothing like Alfred’s big bash parties that turned the university dorms into the likes of open summer festivals. They had only just touched the gravel of the house pavement when Matthew was hit with the familiar whistle of a certain Cuban man who had recognised their red car.

“EYYY LUKAS, TIM AND MATTIE ARE HERE.” the Cuban accent used to make Matthew shiver but was meaningless once he learnt Carlos was very straight, and if evidence needed planting then Carlos already on the porch with some girls he didn’t recognise and was flagged to go in after a friendly wave as he was too busy flirting to give Matt and actual hello. Tim had followed behind, loosening his tie as they sauntered up the door, only to have it ripped open by an unimpressed looking face of the shorter man known by Lukas.

The Norwegian seemed to raise his eyebrows to see that they both arrived together, usually, it would always be Tim first before Matthew came coming in. “Hej. Earlier than usual. Matthias is already down in the den with Jack.”

Tim had disappeared into the kitchen, making haste to avoid the heavy drinkers that surrounded the living room and especially avoid that Russian dude that seems to be pouring what looked like half a bottle of vodka into his cup. Meanwhile, Lukas had offered to stash away Matthew’s precious hoodie in the closet as he made their way down to the basement. The hypnotising dragging voice of Tame Impala's Kevin Parker grew louder as Matthew's sneakers hit the staircase floorboards down into the dreary but comfortable den. Jack must have picked the music, but I can dig it. Already he could smell the stink of imported kush, the haziness of what seemed like a spiked stream flowing around- only placated and diluted due to the small basement hopper window that let the smoke out. Matthew kicked off his sneakers at the bottom, already enjoying the vibe- or perhaps already being affected by secondhand smoke. Matthias had opened the basement bathroom to double steam the first few sessions of weed but it proved worthless as there seems to be a continuous stream of smokers mingling in and out of the den. Matthias was a tall blonde mess, a big optimist who wore long shirts under brightly coloured tees- a stark contrast to the bland wardrobe that Lukas wore (Opposites do attract I suppose) and the Danish guy was laying belly up on some very tacky shag carpet, at the feet of Jack who was lazed around on some beanbag, bong in his lap haphazardly.

“Oi Mate- bout time you showed up, I was getting bored. Where’s Timtam?” Matthew shrugged and sat cross-legged right near the dazed Dane’s face.

“Don’t call him that, he’ll throw a fit. What’s this? Yours or Tim’s?”

Jack snickered, the Australian clearly buzzed on something, “Buddy if this was Tim’s hooch I wouldn’t be sharing with goldie over here” he pointed and laughed as he listened to Matthias whine in offence. To be fair, the guy did go through more weed than Jack and Matthew combined so it was a fair enough statement. Matthew leant back, arms behind him as he dug his hands into the soft and a bit scruffy faux fur of the carpet- Matthias was giggling high about something and had pushed his head into Matthew’s lap.

“Hold kæft! I’m not that shit! Fuck Mattttt where’s Tim?”

“Upstairs I think- please pass the bong Jack” Matthew carefully stroked the hair that weaselled its way into his lap, he didn’t mind touchy stoners, he was the same whenever he got a hit- he just wished the big couch wasn’t full of clothes so he wouldn't have to sit on the floor. Just as he had the glass bulb in his hand Tim had marched in from upstairs, throwing a bag of chips and lots of biscuits into the beanbag next to Jack. Matthew tutted as Matthias apologised about not having those maple cookies he liked, whereas the Australian was more pleased to see some recognisable red liquorice. The green-eyed man had pulled out a pipe and dragged the spare beanbag to be behind Matthew, and it was not long before all four of the boys had taken a few hits and became a bunch of giggling messes.

“So whattya been up to mate?”

“Maybe he finally went back to Canada or something right Mattttt?

“Ahaha yea seen any geese or something mate?? Shit, we should have gone- BC bud hol-y” the conversation seemed disjointed and Matthew was already too far gone to think about going back to Canada. He notes that yeah, it’s been a bit since he’d come for a smoke out, and he didn't answer as he was too preoccupied with the stem of his bong and the noise of shouting celebrations of poker players upstairs.

“Schatje has a new uh...gig” Tim snorted, he, however, was definitely less jacked than the 3 who seemed to light up at the sentence.

“Oooooooo who be it?? Who is it, Mattie?” Matthew let out a wail of disapproval at the conversation, Tim was supposed to be his friend yet he’s pushed him into a corner of answers.

“Some dude..guy...fucking cute- uh Gil..red eyes oof real red...shiny eyes.” his mind wandered as he let himself lean on the edge of Tim’s beanbag, Matthias had already stumbled off the floor, excited and eager to hear like some high school girl. Jack had his eyebrows raised and the singlet wearing man moved closer from his position to meet Matthew’s rosy expression.

“Wow, Matties got the giggles for someone huh? Hah Timtam good luck mate.” Tim avoided any eye contact and instead focused on his pipe and refilled it with some mary jane from the communal bag nearby. An indignant noise came out of Tim as he growled at the stupid nickname.

“Wait- Gil? Gilbert? The band shirt guy? Isn’t he the one who got wasted at Francis’ big blowout last time” Matthias mentioned, arms waving and dismissed as he continued to squirm along the floor.

“Oh Gilllly boy, mates with uh Antonio or something, that bitch?”

“Fuck I don’t know...he listens to uh...mom jeans too ya know- fuck me.” the two laughed at Matthew’s comment but didn’t push for more- it’s been too long since Matthew had shown interest in someone, who were they to question. Especially not while they were all getting smoked. Tim looked disinterested in the topic anyway and was more concerned with tangling his fingers in Matthew’s strawberry blonde hair as the Canadian had sat between his legs. God fuck cuddles were nice. Matthew's voice broke out into more wailing as he sung along to Snowy Dunes. The music was soothing. He hoped there was more.

The music melted out into something he didn't quite recognise: “Who the FUCK put Queens of stone age on the queue?” Jack complained. ah fuck. he agreed over the change in the artist. shame, he quite liked Snowy Dunes more than Queens of Stone age At some point, Lukas had dragged his very giggly boyfriend upstairs and Jack had been huddled in a corner snacking by himself. Matthew didn’t know what time it was but he’d wiggled his way from his scarf-wearing friend and clambered up the staircase, laughing at the terrible decor on the walls- he could paint better graffiti than the shitty art pieces the house owners had displayed. He didn’t realise how he’d find himself on the couch near Ivan and some other foreign sounding students. Ivan was cool. Weird. Haha, I V A N. fuck ‘ee van.’ who names their kid Ivan anyway? Doesn't get more Russian than that. Shit ice hockey. Russian players are always so grabby. Man, I’d kill for some Cheetos right now.

There were about 10 people in the room- and some Matthew only recognised by name. Everyone here barely attempted to talk outside of this safe house. What happened on Saturday nights never got passed the lawn, it was an unspoken law. Matthew always wondered was that because of the copious amount of shagging that happened? The excessive card games or maybe the fact that all these people were just kids who can’t bear to go to the bigger parties. Matthew couldn’t decide. He couldn’t even figure out why he was here. Why was anyone here? Why are we still here? Just to suffer? He laughed at his inner joke.

The teen’s mind wandered in circles and had been offered a drink by some Finnish kid he recognised as Lukas’ housemate. The music up here was incessantly blasting rock- something that he’d love if it wasn’t so dizzy. He melted further into the couch, barely turning to watch the poker match of some guys a few meters away. Matthew liked this house. Even with people here, it wasn’t suffocating. He could feel someone touching his hair again. Hosers. Why always my hair. The fingers started roaming his shoulders...and his thigh. Suddenly Matthew felt more sobered as he shuffled away and tried to find a pillow to hide behind. He felt woozy and extremely giddy despite his anxiousness to escape anymore touching. He stood up throwing the pillow outside and went hunting for some water. He didn’t want to feel this light anymore. Not now. Matthew couldn’t remember feeling this light and heavy all at the same time. And suddenly, he just couldn’t remember a lot of things. There was a lot of loud singing. He laughed.

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Alfred had been dropped off at his dorm building at around 9:20 pm, and by 9:30 he’d launched his discord chat and set up his microphone so that he could huddle on his bed without having to jostle his laptop so much later. The blue-eyed American had only one reason to not be out partying like he usually did with his cousin Francis, only one other reason why he was studying with his brother and one other reason why he hadn’t been chasing up local girls and guys

“Hey, Keeks!”

His voice rattled with poorly disguised joy as his Japanese friend had picked up. Alfred and Kiku had hit it off foundation year, and while it was upsetting that eventually, the black-haired beauty had to transfer back to the other campus, Alfred had made it his job to stay in contact. Kiku was a genius. On par if not smarter than Alfred and that was considered high praise. The two shared stories, For the Asian man it was only just the start of the day so Alfred accompanied him through his breakfast as they shared concepts for different additions to each other’s current project. Robotics has always intrigued Alfred but there was no secret that his wonder had not been merely just been present because of the technological prowess that his crush displayed.

“Alfred-kun. I thought you said you had something with your Brother tonight.” Kiku’s soft voice filtered through the screen, he knew all about Alfred’s personal life and was under the impression the call was cancelled for some family bonding.

“Nah, dude. He’s out with his not-boyfriend. I don’t know what he’s up to. Probably exchanging spit or reading together again.” Alfred Sighed. Knowing his boring brother, he was just watching some movie with Tim again. He’s probably just sleeping.

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