So, yeah, I like to write, mainly about Hetalia. And this is were I'll post most of it. I'm also on fanfiction, Foreverkinght. I will also post whatever else here, too.

 

A Thousand Words

p0ck3tf0x:

The story itself is exactly a thousand words.  I should be studying but I wanted to write something, anything.  (Most of my other projects have been pushed back in the meantime.)  I sort of like this one.  It reminded me that everyone has a story to tell and that sometimes photographs tell the best stories. 

A Thousand Words

Matthew knelt over the model and tried not to drop the camera into his lap.  He could see how he had managed to step over ten thousand other candidates.  He was a little older, maybe, a little bolder…  And he was absolutely breathtaking.

It was the first time Matthew had ever met an albino.

He perched between his legs and tried to focus on his camera, on the weight of it around his neck, but it was difficult.

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maplevogel:

darkmoonsigel:

maplevogel:

Other version this time where Matthew is…a unicorn prince….and a bit pinkish at that. Its probably because he is still young. :3
other version (deer matthew)

Feeling a little silly for doing so and having to do so, Matthew slipped away from his family. The royalty of unicorns were busy hosting one of the biggest meetings of their kind since the golden age. Not used to so many different beings all in one place, Matthew felt that he could take a few moments for himself unnoticed. It turned out to be depressingly easy but then that did seem to be his talent and lot in life. His twin, Alfred, would thankfully keeping their guests well entertained, when he wasn’t driving their father King Arthur to drink. Not that it took much to do that, but Matthew would like them to get all through this without a political incident or a serious faux pas in manners. King Francis of the centaurs was already here for that sort of thing and well on his way toward both. 
The meeting of supernatural creatures was being hosted by the unicorns, this being their turn for it. Arthur had chosen a particularly idealistic meadow for the event, a large open space where any manner of their kind from the dragon clans to the pixie tribes could meet comfortably, the flowered field bordered for by wood on one side and a stream on the other, one that fed into a rather large lake for any water fae that decided to attend. So far no representative of their wetter kin had presented itself to them though which was not unusual. Water fae were notorious for keeping to themselves, the most private of fairies.
Since no one seemed to be using it, Matthew entered the water, carefully finding footing for his hooves amongst the slippery stones. He was just about to bend down to take a drink when he noticed moment in the water. Thinking it was a fish at first, Matthew was shocked to find a pair of ruby eyes watching him from the lake’s crystal clear bottom.
Before Matthew had time to react, those sanguine eyes rose up in a twist and shimmer of silvery scale and pale flesh as a merman broke the water’s surface, regarding Matthew with a strange smirk, like he knew something that Matthew did not. 
Despite himself and his cautious nature, Matthew found himself leaning in to peer down at his new unexpected company with a curious expression of wonder. Though he had heard many tales about the merfolk from Arthur, Matthew had never laid eyes upon one in the flesh until now, especially not one of their princes. Matthew could only assume the merman was a member of royalty, the being wearing a crown of sun bleached coral that was carved delicately thin and set with red stones that twinkled like opals and spilled blood in the water.
The merman did not disappoint in any visual aspect, the transition between flesh to scale as smooth and natural as Matthew’s own from flesh to fur. The merman’s body was a graceful maritime mixture with webbed hands, gills at his throat, and sleek pointed silvery ears, his scales bright full moon silver coupled with pale winter flesh and snowy white hair, the locks of it drying out spiky in the open air. His most striking feature though had to be his eyes. Where one would have expected the dead glossy orbs of a shark or the absent gaze of some flounder, there was a fire locked there that no amount of salt water could put out, a bright garnet that held an open curiosity, a sharp intelligence, and the malevolent sparkle of mischief to them.
Matthew wasn’t sure whether to be frightened or intrigued by the combination but felt he had to say something. The merman just kept staring up at him. It was disconcerting enough to have his presence acknowledged, much less merely seen. Matthew tended to escape notice even from his own family, making the unicorn prince feel invisible half the time. “Um…….hello.” Matthew stammered. He died a little on the inside from the stilted greeting, it having all the grace and appeal of Arthur’s cooking to it in his mind. He wondered if running away that this point could be a viable option. It wasn’t like the merman could follow him though it looked like he was willing to give it a shot. The merman hadn’t looked away from him once, his gaze intent and focus as midday sunlight in summer.
"Marry me." the merman stated, more demand than inquiry. He was still smiling up at Matthew, the expression only broadening as the unicorn prince gaped back at him in disbelief.
"Eh?"

SDKJGKSLFFL JDK This is perfect!!!!!!!!!!!! <3<3

maplevogel:

darkmoonsigel:

maplevogel:

Other version this time where Matthew is…a unicorn prince….and a bit pinkish at that. Its probably because he is still young. :3

other version (deer matthew)

Feeling a little silly for doing so and having to do so, Matthew slipped away from his family. The royalty of unicorns were busy hosting one of the biggest meetings of their kind since the golden age. Not used to so many different beings all in one place, Matthew felt that he could take a few moments for himself unnoticed. It turned out to be depressingly easy but then that did seem to be his talent and lot in life. His twin, Alfred, would thankfully keeping their guests well entertained, when he wasn’t driving their father King Arthur to drink. Not that it took much to do that, but Matthew would like them to get all through this without a political incident or a serious faux pas in manners. King Francis of the centaurs was already here for that sort of thing and well on his way toward both. 


The meeting of supernatural creatures was being hosted by the unicorns, this being their turn for it. Arthur had chosen a particularly idealistic meadow for the event, a large open space where any manner of their kind from the dragon clans to the pixie tribes could meet comfortably, the flowered field bordered for by wood on one side and a stream on the other, one that fed into a rather large lake for any water fae that decided to attend. So far no representative of their wetter kin had presented itself to them though which was not unusual. Water fae were notorious for keeping to themselves, the most private of fairies.

Since no one seemed to be using it, Matthew entered the water, carefully finding footing for his hooves amongst the slippery stones. He was just about to bend down to take a drink when he noticed moment in the water. Thinking it was a fish at first, Matthew was shocked to find a pair of ruby eyes watching him from the lake’s crystal clear bottom.


Before Matthew had time to react, those sanguine eyes rose up in a twist and shimmer of silvery scale and pale flesh as a merman broke the water’s surface, regarding Matthew with a strange smirk, like he knew something that Matthew did not.

Despite himself and his cautious nature, Matthew found himself leaning in to peer down at his new unexpected company with a curious expression of wonder. Though he had heard many tales about the merfolk from Arthur, Matthew had never laid eyes upon one in the flesh until now, especially not one of their princes. Matthew could only assume the merman was a member of royalty, the being wearing a crown of sun bleached coral that was carved delicately thin and set with red stones that twinkled like opals and spilled blood in the water.

The merman did not disappoint in any visual aspect, the transition between flesh to scale as smooth and natural as Matthew’s own from flesh to fur. The merman’s body was a graceful maritime mixture with webbed hands, gills at his throat, and sleek pointed silvery ears, his scales bright full moon silver coupled with pale winter flesh and snowy white hair, the locks of it drying out spiky in the open air. His most striking feature though had to be his eyes. Where one would have expected the dead glossy orbs of a shark or the absent gaze of some flounder, there was a fire locked there that no amount of salt water could put out, a bright garnet that held an open curiosity, a sharp intelligence, and the malevolent sparkle of mischief to them.

Matthew wasn’t sure whether to be frightened or intrigued by the combination but felt he had to say something. The merman just kept staring up at him. It was disconcerting enough to have his presence acknowledged, much less merely seen. Matthew tended to escape notice even from his own family, making the unicorn prince feel invisible half the time. “Um…….hello.” Matthew stammered. He died a little on the inside from the stilted greeting, it having all the grace and appeal of Arthur’s cooking to it in his mind. He wondered if running away that this point could be a viable option. It wasn’t like the merman could follow him though it looked like he was willing to give it a shot. The merman hadn’t looked away from him once, his gaze intent and focus as midday sunlight in summer.

"Marry me." the merman stated, more demand than inquiry. He was still smiling up at Matthew, the expression only broadening as the unicorn prince gaped back at him in disbelief.


"Eh?"

SDKJGKSLFFL JDK This is perfect!!!!!!!!!!!! <3<3

owyn-sama:

starvingfartist:

crownsandshootingstars:

ask-indie-jones:

Alfred: Gilbert travels with us actually, he’s a writer, a historian. He and Mattie works together, publish magazines about ancient ruins, history and culture. Quite a pair if ya ask me.

Matthieu: Hehehe. <3 Good morning.

Precious babies. They are my precious babies!! >3<

PRUCAN. as if this blog couldn’t be anymore perfect <3

//PRUCAN//

My Demon

It was a cold November, and this day was particularly colder than the rest. The first snow of winter fell from the sky on that day and it continued throughout the day, covering the small town in a blanket of snow. Red lights appeared in the windows of the homes as people lit fires to warm themselves on the November night.

He also had come to see me that night. I had just lit the fire when the knock came at my door. I remember thinking it odd that someone would be out on a night light this. With a wool blanket draped over my shoulders I opened the passage into the wintery world.

A man…No he wasn’t quite a man, stood there with a teasing smirk playing across his face.  At first I didn’t see him, his pale skin and hair blending into the snow and black clothing blending into the night. The only thing that truly stood out was his blood red eyes.

He continued to smirk at me and I couldn’t help but blush. My heart sped up, beating rapidly against my chest. The other man could hear it and chuckled, which made the blush grow down my next. He held out his hand, offering it to me. A way to get out, escape, from the ordinary. Without a second thought, or even a thought, I took his hand.

Swiftly I pulled out into the snow, but I couldn’t feel the cold under my bare feet. I had to look down to make sure I was standing in snow. When my gaze drifted back up, the man before me had changed. His eyes were brighter in the night, sharp teeth reflected the low light from my house, and behind his back was a pair of large bat-like wings.

wasn’t startled by this, deep down I knew. He spun me around, now we were both facing my house, his arm around my thin waist. Soon we were in the air, the small wooded home grew smaller the higher we went. He held out his hand, fingers spread wide, at my house as a demonic grin and laugh came from him. I only watched, in curiosity as the building I called home for most of my life slowly caught flame.

We hung there, his wings beating against the air to keep us up. The fire grew and the towns’ people, my friends and neighbors, tried to put out the blaze.

It must have grown boring for him because before I could blink he turned me around, face to face, in his arms. His lips soon found mine and I fought about everything for a moment. Then we were off, my blond curls bouncing in the wind, flying away from the bright fire and into the dark woods where he lived; where my demon and I live. 

Late Night

"This cheese is gross…" Prussia said as he took a bite out of the slice. The cold air from the refrigerator spilled across the white tile floor and the light bulb illuminated the dark kitchen. The pale nation stared done at the slice with a bite in it. "Maybe it will taste better with a second bite?" He took another and made a face. "Nope. Still just as bad."

Prussia didn’t hear the soft foot steps coming up behind him. The owner of those foot steps stopped at the door to the kitchen. He rolled his eyes which a smile. “Come back to bed.”

Even with the soft voice, it was like a knife through the silence in the kitchen. “Shit!” Prussia dropped the cheese, nearly jumping out of his skin. “Matthew!” He placed a hand over his beating heart. “You could have killed me!” Whined the startled albino. Matthew only chuckled and made his way over to his lover, night shirt brushing across his bare legs. Prussia grinned, he knew the other nation had nothing on under that shirt.

"Don’t think I could even if I tried." Canada kissed his boyfriend on his cheek. "Come on now, it is very late and the bed has gone cold…" The blond pouted. Gilbert should know by now that he hated a cold bed.

Gilbert grinned more, turning his back to the open fridge so he could wrap his arms around the slender waist of his partner. “I know, I know.” He kissed Matthew’s nose. “Then let’s get back to bed~” Prussia moved to kiss the other when he moved.

"Nope, clean up your mess and met me in bed." Canada laughed under his breath, slipped out of the loving hold, turned, and went out of the kitchen. His sleep shirt brushed up over his naked butt. The blond even added a swish in his hip to give the albino a little peak. Prussia knew he’d get some tonight. He picked up the half eaten cheese, threw it into the refrigerator, closed the door, and quickly climbed the stair to their bedroom.