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...Sorry guys. You deserve someone better than me, anyway. 

Bye.

#ooc #ive kinda...fallen out of the rping scene lately #i dunno #my personal blog is hremails if you still wanna talk with me #i still love hetalia and i still love arthur and im gonna miss the character i built up and all these relationships #but i guess at some point it stopped being fun for me #wish you guys the best of luck #pip pip cheerio old chaps

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[frowns loudly]

246. So I haven’t seen Arthur around lately. Does that mean the angry Scot is single? Cause hot dayyyum.

(source needed)

#okay yes i havent been around much BUT HES STILL MINE NOW GO AWAY

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IM ALIVE I PROMISE im just in a place with no internet okay orz;;;;

#its not even letting me type in the text box gdi #but yeah!!!! hi!!!!!!! ill be more active soon i promise!!!! #just been really busy finishing school and going to conventions and shit urgh #ooc

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You're so hot I forgot my pick-up line.

O-Oh.

Ah...thank...you? I think? I'm not exactly sure how to respond to this, considering it's anonymous. If you were to show your face it might be different.

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"Alright, who's the bloody arse that wrote this? I'm not even going to dignify this with a response."

183. Arthur is such an asshole. Can’t he see that Allistor is acting unlike himself because the Scotsman has literally /just/ gotten back from war? That would change anybody. I know it’s changed me…

(original series screenshot)

#why people must insist on sticking their nose where it doesnt belong is beyond me #((arthur pls we all know ur being an ass))

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((immfuckging cryign you ugusysdjkfahksjf))

#WE ARE SO RIDICULOUS #ooc post

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"…Let’s say eggnog was involved."

{ Merry Christmas! My present is an attempt to make you smile or at least, roll your eyes while thinking ’This girl is lame omg’ :D Hope you had a wonderful day and your next year comes with laughs and fun!! <3 }

((OH MY GOD EIRIK NO--))

#IM FUCKIGN CRYING OH MY GOF #BLESS YOU GY I LOVE YOU #ooc post #submission

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Have a wonderful Christmas, Arthur. Stay strong. Everything will work out in the end.

#kikuscamera

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Happy Christmas ARTHUR! I wish you great health and prosperity in your years. But that sentence sounds weird coming from me so let me liven it up a bit- I HOPE YOU DON'T DIE AND LOSE ALL YOUR MONEY. I love you a whole bunch, I love you more than candy, and that's saying something. Can we buy mistletoe and invite the town men over? Haha, just kidding, boys have coodies. Love ya!

#smallbutadorable

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I know we haven't been happy lately and things might be looking great. But... I can't wait to spend Christmas with you, with everyone. You mean the world to me you dork and.. I just wanted to thank you for taking care of me this year, Arthur.

#paperboypeter

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God Jul, Arthur. I know you pretty much think I am an annoying bastard -and in fact, I am. But I wanted to know how are you doing, and to also wish you a nice Christmas and a Healthy New Year. Of course, expect a present from me around the 24th, and I hope next time I visit you don't yell at me like the old man you are. See you around. P/S: answer my phone texts and leave your cave from time to time, please.

#esoteric-norwegian

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Arthur let out an indignant, squeaky sort of noise as he was pulled out of the kitchen, sans spatula, reaching out for anything to grab and take hold of to prevent himself being dragged away, but Allistor did too well of a job holding him and keeping him in his arms. 

"It's too early for that, idiot, neither of us have even eaten yet!" He complained, but was quickly silenced by the hand gripping his hip with gentle force, his struggling quickly dying down into just a half-hearted wriggle every now and then. The warm wetness of the tongue on his neck killed any further annoyance in his mind and made him bite his tongue to keep from making any noise, but even so he still sent his brother a glare and a raised eyebrow when he turned off the stove.

"...I'm still not happy about you interrupting me right in the middle of-- mm," The words melted in his mouth near instantly, eyes fluttering closed and hands hesitantly reaching up to rest on Allistor's shoulders as he was kissed, sighing quietly through his nose and relaxing. "Mmm..."

We've got time | Arthur & Allistor

Allistor’s smirk grew wider and wider, the more his brother wriggled in his arms. He was quick, but Allistor was quicker. Quickly, he took the spatula out of Arthur’s hands and drop it on the floor, not really caring about it as he buried his face into the crook of Arthur’s neck. His arms had a tight hold of his brother as he pulled him out into the kitchen, away from the cooker and the sides, and he lifted him up easily, letting him stand on his own feet as he swayed in time with the music.

"M’ much more hungry fer something else~…" he chuckled, his voice still rough with sleep but his tone light and jokey none the less. His hand snuck up Arthur’s shirt again, resting on his hips as he hummed along to the tune of the music. "But if ye so worried.." he started, he walked Arthur back to the stove, letting his tongue trail up his neck as he did so. 

Allistor deftly switched off the gas to the hob, and he looked up at Arthur, a sly smirk gracing his features. “Better?” he asked, still half asleep as he grinned and kissed him sweetly, hands gripping him closer and humming against his brother’s lips. 

#i didnt notice this until now gOMEN #droptheaccent #frickin dorks jfc

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****

#cutest bros #ooc

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Don't chase the rabbit!

Arthur loved learning, but he hated school.

Taunts, insults, bullying. That was the norm every day for him once he'd begun to show his sexuality in his later years of schooling, and no matter the amount of confidence he had against the masses it was still soul-crushing to be shoved around, beaten up, taken advantage of nearly every day.

His mother never knew, though. That was how he'd gotten so good with makeup; he used it to cover the bruises and other surface wounds he got, and mum was never the wiser. She was already going through so much, Arthur didn't want her to have to deal with anything else. And he certainly couldn't show it in front of his brothers - all hell would break loose.

So for three years Arthur went to school with a smile on his face and kept it there, at least until he was safe in his home and shut away in his room, and then the tears flowed down his face and stained his pillow a darker color as he curled up into himself and wished the world would end.

#trigger warning #maybe?? #if anyone needs me to tag this stuff i will ;o; #anonymous

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Don't chase the rabbit!

It was hard to remember exactly when he'd figured out what his father did-- scratch that-- was still doing, but it was very early on.

Arthur's father was almost never at home. He was always off on some "business trip" or another similar excuse, but it's not like he cared anyway. Even if he had been at home, Arthur would've still grown up despising him. He was a liar, a cheater, the literal scum of the earth.

Arthur hated him. Hated him with every fibre of his being, severed any contact with him, couldn't stand the sight nor even the memory of him. Never once had he apologized for what he'd done, or if he had, Arthur hadn't heard it or had chosen not to hear it. His father didn't deserve forgiveness and redemption. 

Not even when he'd gotten the news that he'd passed did Arthur relent in his hate, declining any invitation to the funeral and instead going out and getting himself lost in a hazy world of alcohol, repressing any memories with the sheer amount of drink and waking up three days later with only a splitting headache and an aching body, inside and out.

#arthur tends to think his problems can be solved with copious amounts of alcohol #but nobody has the heart to tell them it doesnt #because he already knows #charlottethelovedoctor

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Don't chase the rabbit

He was still young when it'd first happened.

His innocence was stolen when he was still considered a child by most of the world, only a few years away from being legally considered and adult but still much to young to have had such an experience.

He wasn't even sure how he'd been able to get into that damn night club, anyway; his "I.D." was way too obviously fake. Maybe the bouncer just didn't care.

Arthur wished he had.

The man's breath reeked of alcohol whenever he would kiss him, and his body hurt like hell all over, but he was too drunk himself to really care. Who was this man, anyway? Arthur didn't know him. He was only a stranger who wanted his body and nothing more, and Arthur willingly gave it up to him without a fight. How could he, in this state? It's not like he was particularly strong in the first place, and this man was much larger than him by a healthy amount. He would be overpowered in an instant.

It seemed like it took forever, but at the same time, it didn't last long enough. That one incident was all it took for something to spark inside of him - a burning need to be taken and used, never satisfied and always wanting more of something - but more of what?

What was it he wanted...?

#nsfw-ish #kinda?? #the first time arthur got fricked oh gosh #droptheaccent

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