OH MY GOD HES BABY!! 😍💖

What Alfred thinks it’s like when he falls asleep in Arthur’s lap while cuddling him:

What it actually is like:

this feels incredibly basic but I haven’t seen a good punk x ballet au in a long time so. what about punk Alice who has a fuck all attitude towards the world that she claim has failed her?? and ballet dancer Alfred who had to fight his own ingrained toxic masculinity to realise it’s okay to secretly take ballet lessons and enjoy them??

they know each other from around and go to school together but only ever actually meet when Alice almost runs Alfred over with the motorbike she ‘borrowed’ from one of her older brothers. she’s afraid the rich kid is going to sue her and Alfred is afraid she’ll tell everyone about the ballet studio he had just walked out of.

they agree to talk this out over a cup of coffee (or tea, in Alice’ case) and turns out Alice isn’t as cold hearted as she pretends to be and Alfred isn’t the careless stupid rich kid Alice had assumed him to be <3

america has absolutely no business looking this hot in the fight scene in paint it white what's even up with that

this post that made me think of ruscan vs. rusame. where Matthew is a great flirt (as you can see) and Alfred might be a little.. irritated

Alfred and Allen lounging on the sofa, Alfred playing on his PS4, Allen scrolling though his phone.

Alfred: *suddenly tackle hugs Allen*

Allen: What are you-?!

Alfred: Cuddle me! *rubs face against Allen’s chest, hugging him tighter, hoping he’s going to pet his hair*

Allen: Aww that’s so- *catches glimpse at tv* wait are you just using me to kill the time while your game is loading?!

Alfred: …no? *checks if game has finished loading*

I wrote a few lines of dialogue and ended up with this. Would be a shame not to share it so @ironic-orange pls take this humble drabble inspired by nationverse stalker au.

Warnings: violence, blood, and angst

“America!” Ivan panted. “Stop this!” He took a step back when Alfred swung his fist at him another time.

“Stop calling me that! I’m Alfred! You always called me Alfred!” His voice was hoarse and tears welled up in Alfred’s eyes, he wasn’t even sure if it were tears of anger or grief. One wipe with his hand and the tears were gone, but his face now blood stained from his own bloody knuckles.

“Ameri-“ “I’m Alfred!” Another punch.

Ivan coughed and wiped the blood from his nose. The pain from his likely broken nose and the ripped stitches around his throat stung. A weak sob and a strangled noise was all he could get out before he coughed up more blood. His formerly white scarf was tainted red with blood, both Ivan’s and Alfred’s.

“Am- Alfred! What is going on? What did I do?” Ivan tried to get a little more distance between himself and the other nation, but only cornered himself, his back hitting the wall.

“You’re not you!” Alfred hit his fist against the wall, uncomfortably close to Ivan’s head.

“W-what do you mean? Of course I’m me. I’m Russia!” “No!”

Alfred glared at Ivan but couldn’t stop the tears falling. They streamed down his face, mixing with the blood dribbling from a cut on his cheek. Instead of excitement and maybe even something like love he could only see confusion and pain in those deep violet eyes. It broke his heart once again.

“No? What do you mean ‘no’? America, what are you talking about?” When Alfred came in closer Ivan craned his neck. He could feel more of the stitches ripping apart and hissed at the pain.

Alfred punched the wall again when Ivan didn’t use the name he used to call him. Ivan pressed his eyes shut, expecting another punch at his face. But it never came.

“Ivan..” Alfred leaned his forehead onto the other nation's shoulder.

Ivan reluctantly opened his eyes and hissed as another jolt of pain when he moved his head to look at Alfred. He carefully loosened the scarf around his neck to keep it from sticking to the open wound as the blood dried.

“A- Alfred..” He put his hand on Alfred’s back and only noticed that the other nation was crying. Quiet sobs and whimpers escaping him every now and then, the vibrations rippling through his body.

Alfred. He called him Alfred for once, but it didn’t feel the same. Another weak punch against the wall caused some of the already crumbled plaster to fall off the wall before Alfred clung to Ivan’s shoulder.

“You’re not Ivan.. my Ivan..”

“What are you talking about?”

Ivan felt Alfred tense up and stopped patting his back. “What do you mean I’m not your Ivan? There is no other Russia.”

Alfred looked up into Ivan’s eyes, the confused look in his eyes making his heart ache and his anger flare. “I will get you back. If it’s the last thing I do. Fuck, even if I have to kill you again!”

“A- America?” The determined look in Alfred’s eyes and the more and more nonsensical things he was saying sent a shiver down Ivan’s spine.

“It’s Alfred! You call me Alfred!” He stepped back, pacing up and down, head in hands. “What did I do? Why are you like this? WHAT DID I DO?!” Alfred turned to Ivan again. “IVAN, I LOVE YOU! WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!”

I've been thinking about this for a while and it all makes sense now.

Arthur and Allen's parents are business partners. They work in finances and do consulting and stuff on a freelance basis (I'm not too familiar with these kinds of jobs but I know they exist okay) so,,,, since they are partners of course Arthur knows Allen’s parents have a child but he never really saw Allen much because there wasn’t really a reason to

Skip a few years to when Allen is an aimless college student and home for the summer. or maybe longer, depending on his mood and ability to either find a job or the motivation to get his grades up. Allen's parents aren’t having that and want him to do more with his life, so they decide he's going to spend the summer as an intern. Since it's hard to find an internship when you dont want to find one, Allen's parents set him up with their business partner Arthur. they think it’s easier for him not to be insufferable when it’s someone else he works with. Arthur invites him for a pseudo interview to get to know Allen and and his… academic career.. He doesn’t get what he expected but hey, at least now he has this hot toy boy to screw when his wife’s not around. ✨ and that's how Allen ended up in an 'internship' that pays him a lot better than expected *wink wink* ✨

'but Riva how does Alfred fit into the story?' LISTEN.

Alfred somehow makes a shit ton of money, idk maybe bitcoin or he develops an app or whatever.. but he ends up filthy rich and with zero experience so he needs someone to take care of his finances - and that someone is Mr. Arthur Kirkland. Because Alfred occupies a lot of Arthur's time he ends up with his own office at Alfred's company. Allen visits Arthur at his Jones industries office or 'helps' arthur with 'work' as part of his 'internship' idk idc,,,,, but one day he runs into Alfred. and that's when the summer becomes even spicier for Allen.

I have a lot of ideas for the kids at bible camp and their parents and lifes so I will make a post for each family. First up there's single dad Francis with his sons Alfred and Matthew.

Francis Bonnefoy: His wife and mother of his kids passed away a few years ago and he couldn't stay in their house, so he moved to a small village and became a member of the church community fairly quickly. He needed someone to talk about his grief and was welcomed by everyone immediately. It took him a long time but Francis is trying to go out more again and spend time with friends he made here. Therefore he's happy about the afternoons he got to himself, when the twins are with their peers and the new youth pastor.

Alfred and Matthew: After their mother died when they were 7 and they moved to a new place where they didn't know anyone, both Alfred and Matthew were forced to somehow acclimate to their new home. Alfred quickly made friends at school who invited him to join the youth group. He dragged Matthew along under the pretense of wanting him to make friends too, but actually he wanted his brother to be there so he wouldn't be nevous alone around so many new people. Matthew enjoyed the time more than expected and gladly accompanied Alfred whenever he went to the weekly meet-ups.

a visitor.

This piece by @ironicorange was so inspiring that I needed to write p*rn for it. (I hope you like it!)

The summary is exactly what I put on my prompt list before I started writing this. I think this sums it up pretty well.

Summary: Ivan comes home after a long day at work and the gym, but what he doesn't know is that there is someone waiting for him.

Characters: America (Alfred F. Jones) & Russia (Ivan Braginski)

Content warning: smut and I guess you could interpret it as non-con?

Word count: ~2.3k

Finally.

Alfred looked up from the framed picture in his hand when he saw the car passing by the window getting slower and turning to stop in the driveway. His grip on the frame tightened from the excitation.

It hasn't even been an hour since Alfred has picked the lock of the backdoor to Ivan’s house and entered it through the kitchen, but it was enough time to properly get to know the object of his desire. It all seemed so easy. Finding out where he lived, that Ivan went to the gym every Wednesday after work, that he would come home not later than 6pm so he wouldn’t miss the new episode of his favourite tv show.

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America: I’m a man. I have identified as male for all my life!

America: But according to the number of servings of mac’n’cheese I just ate, I’m a family of four.

America at Christmas Market: what kind of punch is this? Apricot? Or orange?

Russia: It’s vodka! ^_^

America: Blowjob? Or handjob?

Romano: Full time job. With heath care benefits.

Romano: *sobbing* Please.