#russiaxengland

[kingtoot]

Y'all I made me a comic!

#hetalia #hetalia russia #hetalia ruseng #russiaxengland #plants #hetalia rare pair #hetalia england #grow #instant regret #comics #comic #chaotic dumbass #russia is a dumbass #russia #england

[russiaxengland]

Ask is open and waiting for your questions.

#hetalia #russiaxengland #ask_russiaxengland

[radiomayak]

1, 10!

Mun Related Shipping Questions

1. OTP(s) for your muse?

I love RusGer and RussiaXEngland, but Ivan’s true crush will always be France. But, I understand that they live very different lives.

10. A ship in your fandom you love (that does not include your muse)?

HmmmmMM... Lithuania and Poland!

#ooc #response #korphasia

[mcwonderkid-blog]

This has got to be the best digital art I've ever done...

You cannot deny that Tsundere Anya is adorable.

feel it.

#Digital #RusEng #EngRus #russiaxengland #hetalia #nyo!russia #nyo!Russiaxengland #nyotalia

[streamingwords]

At The World's End -- Drabble fic

My attempt at trying to write without it being a massive paragraph project.  And because there is such a limited supply of it to be found, this is going to be a Hetalia rarepair drabble for RusEng.

This one is dedicated to Jenski. 

1993 March 10th; 16:35 hours It feels like the world is ending. "I met someone today..."  Alfred repeats to him while Arthur stares over his mathematics text book.  "We hit it off really well.  They asked me out and I accepted.  You have to admit that we've been drifting apart this last year, Art, right?" Arthur never bothered to answer that.  There was two years of a failed romance to pack up, after all, and if he was going to get dumped then the break needed to be as clean as the empty spots his belongings left behind in the cheap off-campus apartment they'd shared. The university is large enough that Arthur sticks to his science while Alfred goes off to his sports and they never have to cross paths. For the next twenty years, they don't. 2013 August 21st; 08:15 hours The world really is ending. Arthur stands amongst the world's most brilliant scientists listening to the grave reports of destruction being fed in on the screens in the military base.  The unknown chemicals being used by the alien beings attacking the planet are killing people en masse.  After one solid month of researching it they still have not made a breakthrough on what the chemical's structure is or how to successfully combat it. Most class reunions involve parties with too much alcohol.  He spots quite a few familiar faces of alumni standing around him.  The one that makes his heart twist as much as his frowning lips is Alfred's. Of course that half-wit would have gone military. He pretends not to recognize Alfred when approached.  Then he pointedly ignores him when the American chats him up.  Arthur doesn't care about any heroic tales involving battling alien forces in aerial combat.  He doesn't care about Alfred. Even as he tells himself this he feels an urge to escape from uncomfortable emotions that had been dormant for two decades.  He dismisses it as a craving for nicotine and walks away while Alfred is mid-tale. 2013 August 21st; 08:20 hours Five minutes feels like a fucking lifetime before he gets his hand steady enough to light the cigarette in his mouth. This is the only area of the military base with a venting system, and thus the only spot to smoke.  The purists glare at him like he's the Antichrist but Arthur pays them no mind.  A surprise attack could cull them all at any moment so if he's going to die he'll die with fresh tar in his lungs. Through the vent's grating and the protective glass beyond, he can glimpse the sky.  It's a bright, vibrant orange spread across the heavens like a blister of color.  Even as he stares he sees a play of scarlet and green threading through that hue to dance lazily across the hemisphere. It would be beautiful if it wasn't a cloud of lethal gas that had swallowed up the world.  Almost charming, really. "That can kill you, you know." That statement is delivered with the thickest Russian accent Arthur has ever heard. He turns a passive look upon the man towering beside him.  People that large had no right to move so quietly.  Arthur is mature enough to blow a cloud of smoke directly at the fellow in retaliation. "Considering my other options I think I'll take my chances." Instead of taking offense to the smoke, a large hand waves it out of a face that is smiling even when Arthur has put on his dourest expression.  By judging the size of that hand the guy could probably break his skull.  Arthur's lack of concern over this might be the knowledge that a bigger threat is looming overhead.  Or the fact that he has yet to finish his cigarette. "I come here because it is the only place to see the sky without being in combat.  I miss the blue it used to be, don't you?  Oh, and my name is Ivan, by the way." This is the chattiest stranger that Arthur has encountered in a long time.  His stare turns blatant.  He is thrown enough by it that he admits to missing it, naturally, and even blurts out his name with the automatic polite habit of pure British blood. "Arthur."  Ivan repeats to him.  Somehow, it rings of victory.  Arthur doesn't bother wondering why. He finishes off his smoke and when Ivan suggests that he should dispose of it in the bin nearby the Englishman crushes it out underfoot instead and leaves it there on the floor to be someone else's problem.  He's got the world's to deal with, after all, so it seems a fair trade. 2013 September 15th, 21:39 hours Chemical compounds and calculatory theories are jammed so much into Arthur's head that it's aching.  He slaps down his stick of chalk while the blank chalkboard seems to mock him. Ivan comes into the laboratory like he'd been summoned, with a steaming styrofoam cup in each hand.  The cluttered jumble of writing on the charts around him is gibberish for the Russian but he still seems impressed.  Arthur takes the cup offered in his direction without asking what it contains only to be pleasantly surprised to discover it's tea. "Bloody hell.  This is just what I needed.  I'm so happy I could kiss you." The words spill out with his sigh before he can stop himself.  Arthur turns a deep cherry red while Ivan's cheek dust a hazy pink.  Quicker to recover, Ivan's next question is innocent. "And what's wrong with doing so?" 2013 September 15th, 21:46-ish Ivan's mouth is as soft and tantalizing as a peach. It also tastes like vodka.  Arthur doesn't mind. 2013 December 24th, 00:00 hours Aliens don't give a shit about Christmas. Tomorrow Ivan will go out to into another battle in the skies.  Another brave attempt to save what's left of humanity from a terrible fate. For tonight they're content to be tangled up in the sheets together, both too exhausted to move anymore, and Arthur drowses with his ear to the steady beat of Ivan's heart while the Russian talks about what the snow back home would look like right now. 2014 January 13th, 14:25 hours Arthur holds his breath during the debriefing on casualties and the missing. He only remembers how to breathe when he doesn't hear Ivan's name. Having a cigarette seems appropriate.  Too bad Arthur ran out of them already. His New Year's resolution is coming along nicely only because going out to find a new pack would be suicide. 2014 January 28th, 04:00 hours He's worked non-stop for the past two weeks.  The lack of sleep, hygiene and breaks probably make him look like a mad scientist. Despite this, when Ivan finally returns to him, he treats Arthur like he is the greatest sight in the world.  Arthur is tired enough that he doesn't care when Ivan lifts him up or puts him down or proceeds to strip him right there in the laboratory. A palm eventually shoots out to brace against a board nearby to steady himself because Ivan only seems to operate in modes of gentle tenderness or fierce passion.  Slick with sweat it smudges away part of an equation that Arthur had spent the last two hours working through. He doesn't regret it. 2014 January 28th, 04:49 hours Okay.  He regrets it now. Ivan laughs at him while Arthur rails against him for causing it to happen. He tries to hit the Russian and fails; Ivan merely catches that half-hearted swing to kiss upon the Englishman's knuckles.  Arthur predictably melts. They spend the next forty-eight hours of Ivan's leave time getting caught up on all their time apart. 2014 March 3rd, 21:23 hours Arthur races to the medical bay as soon as he receives notification.  All these months of no smoking have greatly improved his lungs, enough that he is only mildly winded when he comes rushing in through the doors. Alfred is the first face he sees.  The American bars him at the door with firm hands gripping his shoulders. "Calm down.  It's not as bad as they probably made it sound.  The fight went a bit sour and we got snagged, that's all.  You're not gonna do anyone any good if you--oof!" That attemped lecture gets cut off along with Alfred's air supply when Arthur's fist knocks the wind right out of his gut.  He gets free of the man's grip while he's disabled to hurry directly to Ivan's bedside. He confirms with his own eyes the steady rise and fall of Ivan's chest.  Proof of life.  Alive! Whatever injuries are beneath the bandages will heal with time.  The scar left behind inside of him if Ivan had died would have been uglier. 2014 March 11th, 16:51 hours Arthur can synthesize chemical compounds in a lab.  He can solve a complex equation and make it look easy.  He can laugh at scientist jokes because he gets them. So why is it he utterly fails at trying to make a decent chicken noodle soup for Ivan? The bedridden Russian bravely ingests two spoonfuls of the substance before politely requesting more crackers.  Those two spoonfuls remind Arthur why he loves the man so much. 2014 April 5th, 03:11 hours Having Ivan finally released from the medical bay and back in their shared bed is a blessing. Their lovemaking is gentle to avoid causing him any relapse in injury.  Arthur speaks his own share of sappy things all the while, and everything echoed from Ivan he breathes in deep into his system like the limited supply of oxygen they've got left on this planet. Losing Ivan was far too close a call.  Once the man is asleep Arthur remains awake through the rest of the night, stroking his hair and making a silent promise. 2014 May 30th, 14:57 hours The assembly of military men and his fellow scientists in his laboratory makes the room feel choked.  They stare -- some in confusion, some in awe -- at the massive chalkboard with its equations. Arthur slaps his piece of chalk down in its holder so hard that it snaps.  His eyes are blazing when he turns to the gathered personnel, fingers still dusty when he slaps them at the edge of the solved equation in triumph. "This is how we beat those wankers." 2014 June 12th, 00:01-23:59 hours The alien hostiles are surprised to find that their weapons are no longer effective. It turns out that without their weapons they are also very good at dying. 2014 June 20th, Victory Day - ?? hours When they're finally given the All-Clear sign, it's a mad dash out.  Arthur almost loses his grip on Ivan's hand in the chaos. If he gets jostled by the crowds it is worth it when he gets to see the serene happiness on Ivan's face when the man gazes up at a blue sky. Arthur's tongue toys with the idea of making a sarcastic comment to shift the surreal mood.  He bites down on it until that passes to just let them have this moment. 2014 July 9th He's not sure what to feel when Ivan tells him that he's being deployed back home to Russia. "There is still fighting to be done.  Plus, I really want to return there to check on my family.  My sisters will have been so worried." Arthur nods as reasonably as he can while feeling torn apart inside.  Not that this wasn't an inevitable parting.  He was due to return to London as it was -- a national hero. They part from each other on the military's tarmac, flying in different directions. Arthur tells himself that he's only so teary-eyed because of summer allergies. 2015 August 21st, 3:00 (five minutes fast with his faulty wristwatch) Arthur Kirkland, decorated hero and esteemed international scientist, sits alone on a park bench in London, contemplating the blue sky above him.  Puffing away at a cigarette. Old habits die hard.  He never expected his hiatus from it would last if given the chance to relapse. The opened newspaper in his lap reports all the efforts being made throughout the world to repair damage, dispose of bodies, and provide the latest news on where all that fancy alien technology would end up.  Also, there would be a week of nice weather. His view of the gossip column is obscured by a shadow that comes to block out the sun.  Arthur twists to squint upwards with harsh words on his tongue. "Those things can kill you, you know." When the cigarette drops out of his mouth in shock Arthur almost succeeds in setting himself on fire with the blunder.  He recovers after spastic flailing and with assistance from Ivan. Ivan there, like an impossible dream.  Out of military uniform and resembling any other civilian in the city.  A handsome civilian, though, in Arthur's opinion. He has several questions to ask Ivan about what he is doing here, how he found him.  Ivan doesn't let him ask any of them because he already has the Englishman swept up into a kiss. The rest could wait until later. To Arthur, this is the only thing that really matters. This kiss feels like a promise for the beginning of a new world.

#podsolnukhi #ruseng #russiaxengland #rusuk #streamingwords #aphrpw

[sirenalpha]

I guess I'm trying to get serious about increasing RusEng's popularity as a ship now. I mean I've already finished a fic of 70k words for them, and I'm in the process of rewriting and editing it. It's done pretty well for a fic about a rarepair where one of the characters has been genderbended. It's got over 150 reviews. 

So the first thing I've done is put Marriage up on ao3. The Hetalia fandom isn't as big there, but there are some people there. It also gives me a chance to do something FFnet won't really let me do right now. FFnet won't alert my readers follow the story for each chapter of Marriage I update. On ao3, the updated chapters will be new chapters so it may be easier for readers to follow along with the story's progress now that it's technically complete on FFnet. It's something simple that I can do without having to create new content while I'm trying to finish rewriting the story because that's pretty much my number 1 priority. 

I want to be able to create content about RusEng that goes beyond the canon verse and Marriage. I might split up my collection of one shots so that people will be able to find the one shots I have written that are more suited to their interests without having to sort through them all. I have a number of half written one shots that I might be able to get done some time as well. 

I want to be able to find work about RusEng that I haven't created. I'd like to encourage people who like the ship to try creating content for it in whatever way they're most comfortable with; fanart, fanfic, whatever. 

If anyone wants to talk about it; feel free to message me. 

#that's all I've got and this is not super professional #I just have really strong feelings about RusEng #russiaxfem!england #RussiaxEngland #just be aware I have a really strong preference for fem!England

[sexyflexy96]

All I want for Christmas is........

more adorable Russia and England pics D; <333

#ruseng #rusuk #russiaxengland

[nickdrawsart]

08/30 OTP Challenge

Shopping!

It wasn't specific on what kind of shopping...so...pet shopping!

#hetalia #aph #ruseng #rusuk #RussiaxEngland #otp challenge #APH England #APH Russia #arthur kirkland #art #ivan braginksy