» Molossia’s Diary

undercover-witch:

Molossia has a weak spot for the tsundere type. He’s not the only fanboy, but he’s certainly most dedicated to bring 2 tsundere together.

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Art from: mina

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tags: aph america + aph england + aph molossia + usuk + oh that's just adorable + hehehe +
Uwaaa, your USUKitties are so cute! QWQ I SAW YOUR ICON SO I LOOKED FOR THE REST OF IT. aksjhd

Oh my gosh, thank you so much! /)u(\ I’m so glad you think so~ quq

tags: snowyfoxpaws +
» October 17th, 2014 - Ich liebe dich

zeplerfer:

365daysofusuk:

AUTHOR: Zeplerfer

17th of October, 2014 - Ich liebe dich

Alfred held up his camera phone and grinned. “Hey, Ludwig! Say ‘squirrel’!”

"What are you doing?" the German exchange-student asked as he continued to connect the cables between the laptop and the projector. "We were supposed to start preparing for the event two minutes ago."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But I saw this cool video on youtube!"

"If I say that word, you will start working?"

"Yep!"

"Very well. Squ-irr-rell," Ludwig said with a long-suffering sigh.

"Thanks, man!" Alfred giggled and put away his phone. He pressed a few buttons on the laptop and the projector hummed to life. Despite his annoying habits, Alfred remained a key member of the LGBT Club thanks to his technical prowess.

Ludwig glanced down at his watch and nodded at a job well done. “Three minutes left. You should try to say Eichhörnchen.”

"Eich-what-en?" Alfred wrinkled his nose. "Nah, if you’re gonna teach me German, you gotta make it an insult!"

"Hmm." Ludwig rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Say: ‘ich liebe dich’."

"Ich liebe dich," Alfred repeated. "What’s that mean?"

"It means you are dumb."

Alfred grinned. “Great! I can’t wait to use it!”

They both turned to look at the door as it opened. “Ciao! Is the movie ready to go?” Feliciano asked, bouncing into the room with a platter of biscotti.

Ludwig nodded. “Yes. We can start when Arthur arrives with the cookies.”

Alfred made a noise of disgust in the back of his throat when he heard the other student’s name. “Dude! He’s not making them, is he?”

"No, I purchased them from a store," Arthur snapped as he walked into the room carrying two grocery bags. "My culinary arts are wasted on you."

Alfred and Arthur glared at each other. Everyone in school knew about their messy break-up two years ago, but they were too stubborn to quit the one club they still shared. Although they tried to avoid attending the same events, they had both been drawn in by the promise of a movie with cookies.

"Thank you, Feliciano. I’m sure the biscotti will be delicious," Ludwig said stiffly, doing his best to fill the silence.

"It’s my nonna’s recipe," Feli said proudly as he placed a biscotto into Ludwig’s hand.

Alfred and Arthur sat on opposite sides of the classroom, avoiding each other’s gaze as other students filtered into the room. When the time came for the movie to start, Alfred walked to the front of the room and waved at everyone.

"Hey guys, thanks for coming to Milk and Cookies! We’ve got cookies made by Feliciano and this other batch here was definitely purchased at a store and we’ve got the receipts to prove it. Anyway, October is LGBT History Month, so we’re showing a movie about Harold Milk, who was, like, the first gay mayor of San Francisco. Enjoy!"

Harvey and he wasn’t the mayor,” Arthur corrected.

"Dude, whatever."

"If you’re going to introduce the movie, you could at least read the Wikipedia article!"

"Hell no. I didn’t want to read spoilers."

"It’s a movie about real events! They’re not spoilers, they’re history. Honestly, were you surprised in Titanic when the boat sank?"

"We don’t talk about Titanic," Alfred replied in a cold voice.

"Oh, that’s right. You always cry when Jack dies."

"Hey, at least I’m not a cold-hearted bastard."

"Well, at least I’m not an idiot."

"I’m not dumb, ich liebe dich!" Alfred shouted.

"What?" Arthur gaped. Someone in the back of the room snickered.

Alfred grinned smugly. “That’s right. I bet you thought I didn’t know foreign languages. You’re always calling me an idiot, but ich liebe dich.”

"I… I didn’t realize you still felt that way."

"It’s kind of obvious, ain’t it?"

"Ludwig, could you kindly start the movie without us?" Arthur asked as he grabbed Alfred’s arm and pulled him out of the room.

"Wait, where are we going?" Alfred asked, blinking in confusion as Arthur led him to a dark, deserted classroom.

"I didn’t want to have this conversation in public." Arthur took a deep breath and gazed directly into Alfred’s eyes. "I’ve missed you every day since we broke up."

"You did?"

"I thought it wouldn’t hurt so much if I acted like I despised you, and I was so sure that you hated me too."

"Hey, I don’t hate you."

"I know." A smile brightened Arthur’s face, and he kissed Alfred with all of the passion he had spent insulting the other student over the past two years. After a moment of shock, Alfred responded hungrily and eagerly. They gripped each other tightly in the dark classroom, like soldiers reunited with loved ones after a war.

"Wow." Alfred beamed at Arthur, his heart soaring with happiness. Until this moment, he didn’t realize how much he had missed the soft smile that suffused Arthur’s face and the way his lovely green eyes fluttered and half-closed in contentment. "I’m sorry I insulted you in German," he said, a look of chagrin on his face.

The English boy continued to smile and gently card his fingers through Alfred’s soft hair. “When was that?” he asked, his eyebrows taking flight like curious birds.

"Um, just now."

Arthur took a sudden step back and gave Alfred a startled look. “You thought that ‘ich liebe dich’ was an insult?” he demanded.

Alfred bit his lip. “It isn’t?”

"No! It means ‘I love you’."

"Oh…" Alfred couldn’t tell if Arthur was going to yell at him or cry, but all he really wanted was for Arthur to smile again. He grabbed Arthur’s hand before the other boy could storm out of the room. "Wait! I miss you too!"

Arthur arched an eyebrow. “Well, you don’t act like it.”

"I know. I thought that you hated me, so I felt like I had to hate you. But I don’t! I never did, and I’d really like if we could try again," he pleaded earnestly.

The English boy hesitated and each second that passed was like a dagger to Alfred’s heart. Finally, Arthur nodded and stepped closer. “Yes, I think I’d like that.”

"Heck yeah!" Alfred pulled Arthur into a hug and swung him around in a circle.

Arthur swatted him on the shoulder, but he was still smiling when Alfred put him down. “I can’t believe Ludwig convinced you that ‘ich liebe dich’ was an insult. You really are a plonker,” he said fondly.

"I don’t speak Arthur. Are you saying you love me?"

Arthur leaned in for another kiss, and Alfred had his answer.

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Dedicated to LGBT History Month and that really cute tumblr post.

I’ve lost the link to it, but the cute tumblr post was about friends asking to learn insults in your language, and teaching them “I love you” instead. Also, here are the videos mentioned in the story:

10 Germans Say “Squirrel”

10 Canadians Say "Eichhörnchen

And Milk is a really good film! Sorry for the spoilers ;)

tags: hetalia + usuk + gotta love these dorks + <3 + never saw the canadians saying eichhornchen video either + thank you for that +

Much Italian and Marco Mengoni tonight. I am pleased.

Just wish I could decide what to do my Italian project on…

tags: I don't even know where to begin with this project + so many choices + first one was easy + Carnevale all the way + but now I don't know +
» October 11th, 2014 - Catfish: The TV Show

365daysofusuk:

Author: just-a-hetalia-fangirl

11th of October, 2014 - Catfish: The TV Show

"So, Alfred. Tell us about Arthur."

Alfred’s eyes lit up instantly, shining almost as brightly as his mega-watt smile.

"Arthur Kirkland is the greatest guy in the entire world!” the American babbled excitedly. “He’s funny and sweet and insanely smart – it’s no wonder he’s become so rich and successful this young ‘cause he’s just so amazing! And he’s so freaking hot, too! I mean, I’ve only seen him in photos, but they’re all awesome. And I know we’ve never spoken on the phone but apparently he’s got a full on English accent and I just – “

Alfred ended his sentence in a prepubescent squeal, and did not seem at all embarrassed.

Francis and Elizabeta, on the other hand, shared a wary look between them, both wincing internally.

God, this kid was deluded!

If there was one thing the two TV presenters had learnt from making their documentary series ‘Catfish’, it was that if someone on the Internet sounded too good to be true, that meant they were probably a lie. Most people understood this, knowing the Internet could be a dangerous place to start a romance. That’s why it was Francis and Elizabeta’s job on this show to help people find out if their Internet partner was real or just another sneaky ‘catfish’: someone who lied about their identity online to trick people.

But sadly, Alfred F. Jones was a small-town farm boy, innocent and naïve and far too trusting, so he was totally convinced that his rich, sexy, English online boyfriend was real. He seemed to have no idea that he was obviously being played by some Internet creep.

"So you’ve never actually spoken to Arthur on the phone?" Francis probed carefully, as Elizabeta zoomed in with her camera to capture Alfred’s clueless face. "And you’ve never done a video chat?"

Alfred shook his head, but didn’t seem to catch on to Francis’s train of thought. “No, Arthur’s not really a technical guy so he doesn’t have Skype, and he didn’t want to get into texting with me ‘cause he hates his phone’s tiny keypad.”

Francis sighed softly, and reached out to take one of Alfred’s hands in his, patting it tenderly. “Alfred,” he began gently. “The story Arthur’s fed you over Facebook rings a few alarm bells that we’ve come to recognise on this TV series as being signs that your boyfriend might be a catfish. And I think your cousin Matthew recognised those warning signs, too, and that’s why he asked us to come here and help you.”

Alfred glanced between the two presenters, looking lost and helpless. “I thought Mattie signed me up for the show so you could help me meet Arthur in person! I didn’t know you guys all thought he was a catfish!”

"Let’s just consider the evidence," said Francis, holding up a finger as he counted off the dreaded clues. "Arthur’s Facebook page only has a few Friends and photos, as if it’s a quick fake account someone’s whipped up," the French presenter elaborated.

"He just hates social networking…" Alfred argued meekly.

Francis held up a second finger, unperturbed. “He says he cares about you, but he won’t talk on the phone or video chat with you.” A third finger. “And you’ve asked him three times now if you can fly out to see him, and he said no.”

Francis trailed off to allow Alfred time to digest the information, but Alfred quickly shook his head in dismissal.

"I know this all sounds scary and dramatic," Elizabeta said sympathetically from behind the camera lens. "But what Francis is trying to say is just to keep your guard up. People can be whoever they want to be online, so you shouldn’t blindly believe everything Arthur’s told you. He may have genuine feelings for you, as he says, but if he’s refused to meet you in person that means he obviously has something to hide, at least. We don’t know who this guy really is. So just…don’t get your hopes up too high, okay?”

Alfred nodded miserably, and Elizabeta and Francis left Alfred’s home feeling just as bad as the poor boy looked.

They honestly hadn’t set out to make such a morbid show about liars and heartbreak, as ‘Catfish' had sadly turned out to be. Both Francis and Elizabeta were advocates of love of all kinds, and determined to denounce the stigmas about online relationships and Internet dating. But the more they worked on 'Catfish’, the more pessimistic the two presenters became. It seemed that no matter how many people they tried to help with online relationships, all they met were lies and deceit.

And now poor Alfred was going to get his heart broken just like all the others, and Francis and Elizabeta couldn’t help but feel guilty as they pulled up outside Arthur Kirkland’s house a few days later to film the climactic confrontation between the Internet couple. They were the ones who’d flown Alfred all the way to this city halfway across the country, just so he could get his heart broken on national television. When had their show lost its way? When had they grown so pessimistic about love? They almost wanted to turn back and put a stop to it all.

But they had a show to finish, and Alfred deserved answers.

It was Francis who moved first. He took a deep breath, gestured for Elizabeta to pick up her camera, and they began filming the climax of their episode, resigning themselves to the inevitable.

"Well, this is the address he gave us," said Francis suspiciously, as they got out of the car. The big town house and the pretty downtown neighbourhood – it was all too perfect, just like the rest of Arthur Kirkland’s story. "I will go and see if he’s in. You two wait here and I’ll bring him down."

Francis climbed the small flight of stone steps to the porch, and rapped upon the red front door. Alfred stayed behind, holding his breath as he gazed up at the house.

Finally, the door opened a crack, and Elizabeta swung her camera towards the house, feeling Alfred go rigid beside her. Francis was in the way, and the door was only opened a sliver so they couldn’t see through the gap to the man inside. Francis was having a quick, hushed conversation, it was impossible to tell what was going on…

And then Francis moved aside, and a young man emerged into the light. He looked exactly like the photos Alfred had shown them on Arthur’s Facebook page: silky fair hair, bright green eyes, devastatingly handsome… The only surprise was the pair of monstrous dark eyebrows on his face, for the photos Arthur posted on Facebook were cropped right above the eyes to hide them.

Elizabeta was frozen in shock – she really hadn’t expected “Arthur Kirkland” to look anything like the stunning photos he’d posted online. This was almost a first on ‘Catfish.’

"Arthur!"

Elizabeta swung her camera back to Alfred, who had taken a step towards the house, his face alight with joy and relief.

"Alfred? It…It can’t be!" the other man gasped (the English accent was apparently real after all).

For some reason, Arthur was the one who looked most surprised. Here were Francis, Elizabeta and Alfred, who’d come all this way expecting to meet a fraud, and Arthur was the one with wide eyes, clutching his heart as if he were seeing a ghost.

Alfred laughed. “Of course it can! I told you I’d find a way to get to you some day! I know you said you were scared to meet face to face and I’m sorry to surprise you like this - but look, if it’s about your eyebrows, I don’t care! I love them! I love everything about you!”

"…But you’re not real!"

Alfred blinked for a moment in silent confusion, then he laughed aloud. “What are you talking about? I’m right here!”

"But you were too perfect!" Arthur insisted, taking a few steps down towards the pavement and to Alfred. "I knew you were just some catfish online, but I was tired of being lonely so I let myself enjoy your attention a little while and promised myself not to fall for you. But then I did, like an idiot, and when you said you wanted to meet I knew I couldn’t because you were all a lie and – "

"Wait just a moment," Francis interrupted. He walked halfway down the steps to stand between Arthur and Alfred, who were drawing ever closer to each other. "You thought Alfred was the catfish?”

"Well, of course!" Arthur exclaimed, as if it were obvious. "He was too perfect! He’s so genuine and warm-hearted and he makes me feel better just seeing his name online. And look at him, for God’s sake! He’s…He’s perfect…” Arthur trailed off, his gaze drifting to Alfred’s and staying there as the two men gazed at each other. “I thought you were trying to trick me…But I still fell for you.”

"I never lied to you," Alfred said fervently, taking another step towards Arthur, who was now almost at the bottom of the stairs. "They tried to tell me you were the catfish,” he added, smiling. “That you were too good to be true. But I knew…I knew you had to be real. I loved you too much.”

By now they were standing face to face at the bottom of the stairs, Elizabeta zooming in her camera to the misty-eyed expression they shared between them.

"You really love me?" Arthur asked. "Even though we’ve never met?"

"We’ve met now," Alfred grinned, his hands slipping reverently into Arthur’s and squeezing gently. "And I love you even more."

Arthur’s smile was slow, as if he were trying to hold it back, but eventually it escaped and spread across his face, mirroring Alfred’s own blissful grin.

"I love you, too."

The starry-eyed gazing was too much even for Elizabeta at this point, and she’d got all the footage she could need (or handle) for now. They could come back tomorrow for an interview with the happy couple, but for now, she and Francis could slip away, knowing they’d got a hit episode and remembering, once again, just what they were working for in the first place.

tags: hetalia + usuk + <3 + fic recs +
tags: hetalia + aph england + nekotalia + iggycat + neko!england + he looks so dashing + what a cutie + quq +
tags: hetalia + aph america + aph england + nekotalia + iggycat + neko!england + usuk +
tags: hetalia + aph england + I have a thing for Alfred's teddy pajamas + and this is just too cute + usuk +

Looking up pictures of Mattie for references and I’m finding it hard to handle the cute for some reason. Oh precious thing. qvq

tags: you're too precious for this world mattie + dear god + aph canada +
tags: hetalia + aph england + look at that happy dork + ;u; +