Brief Thoughts on Some Ships:

USUK: They're best friends who are obsessed with each other and always looking for excuses to hang out. They tend to info dump all over the other. They're stubborn, kind of petty, very protective, and have a hard time admitting how much they desire the other's company, praise, and attention, but they're working on it because they care deeply about the other. They're in love, your honour.

PrUK: One of the best slept on England ships. Two wild guys that go out to loud punk rock concerts and have drinks together, then quietly recharge at home (e.g. writing in their journals, reading fairy tales, and sewing). Fun personality combination? Check. History together? Check. Canon interactions? Check. Though they really could still use MORE canon moments, given how much potential they have. Pirate x priest with these two is always excellent.

EngBela: The sexy Addams Family-esque couple who live in an elegant gothic mansion and pass time indulging in their hobbies, such as fortune telling, talking to ghosts, singing, and listening to rock music.

FrUK: Used to be an OTP, now I mainly like them as close platonic frenemies. Romantically, it's better in theory than in practice – that is to say, it has potential, but I'm not a fan of most depictions. Also, nyo FrUK is superior.

AmeBela: The dorky hero and goth girl. They confused and exhausted each other at first, but eventually developed an understanding and started getting along pretty well. He can fix her. She can make him worse. Alfred tries to encourage Natalya to form her own identity away from Ivan. Natalya encourages Alfred's suppressed yandere tendencies. She pegs him.

Romerica: They bond over sharing their cultures with each other. Alfred loves Lovino's food. Living in America provided all sorts of new ingredients for Lovino to experiment with in cooking, and he got to be good at something without Feli taking the attention away from him. Lovino is actually a fan of some of Alfred's home cooking as well. They both enjoy singing and dancing, and are fans of Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, and Bobby Darin.

EngGer: They're both responsible and serious...until Arthur's wild side comes out and he starts teasing and playing games with Ludwig's head. Ludwig is socially awkward and a strict rule-follower, which Arthur can relate to, but he's better at being social and having fun than Ludwig, so he can help him loosen up – although in the bedroom, Arthur is more than happy with letting Ludwig be a strict rule follower. Ludwig is very obedient. Arthur trained him nicely.

AmeLiet: They're really domestic and get along well most of the time. They're comfortable enough that they can confide pretty easily in each other. Alfred is pretty protective of Tolys, particularly when it comes to Ivan. He doesn't like the way Ivan treated him and is quick to jump to his defence whenever possible. Additionally, Alfred is 'in love with the way Tolys undresses'. That's not questionable at all.

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Day 2: Full Moon

Belarus trying to flirt: I think you must be a necromancer, because I actually feel alive again.

America: Wait, I've been talking to a dead person?! 😱

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Belarus trying to flirt: I think you must be a necromancer, because I actually feel alive again.

England: Oh, yes, I've been practicing. ✨

Happy Halloween <(￣︶￣)>

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Reasons I Enjoy EngBela:

They both enjoy rock music, singing, and the occult.

They both can see ghosts.

They're both deep thinkers, eccentric, and spacey.

Belarus likes Alice in Wonderland and the Haunted Mansion, which I can easily see England liking as well.

I also think they would appreciate each other's sense of style.

In real life, England has the only library outside of Belarus to focus solely on Belarusian things.

5 EnglandxBelarus HCs

The teacup is placed on the table lightly, the caption contrasting with the stone cold expression of it’s owner. There’s a slight raise of her eyebrows at the newcomer, albeit from his position it wouldn’t have been visible.

There was no need to guess as Arthur had observed her for far long for needing to think when it comes to her, even if her eyes forever seemed to be enclosed in a mystery of her own, he had long since drawn her curtains up.

She takes a sharp breath, hands folded neatly on her lap, shoulders squared and a narrowing of her eyes. Heartbeat accelerated, a hint of curiosity can’t help but linger in her mind,

“Could you not breath down my neck every second of the day, Arthur?”

He had always admired the way his name rolled off her tongue, in a rough and chopped up manner as she only bothered to question him when he was being a menace to society and her existence.

“I am not”, he simply states so. Which was the truth really, if anything Natalya had been the one dragging the both of them from place to place and country to country for the past few days, and he had kindly obeyed.

A sigh of irritation and finally she shoots a glare towards him, beside her, a loving companion who was also a cat gives a glare of her own. “I mean literally, stop breathing down my neck, it’s annoying and frankly, creepy”,

Arthur gives a thoughtful expression for a moment, smoothing out his neat suit and tilting his. He gives a desperate sigh which she told her eyes at,

“But I just can’t help myself when your blood calls out to me”, he says calmly.

“My blood’s rotten and so is your core”, gritting her teeth, there’s a flurry and a glint of metal as Arthur narrowly avoids the dagger aimed for his chest,

As he was a mad lad and a man with great reflexes, he catches her wrist in a tight grip and gives a tight grin, a furrow of his eyebrow and his sharp fangs visible more clearly now.

Natalya’s hand burns and a purple glow envelopes the dagger, it’s mesmerizing and pretty to watch, similar to her eyes which Arthur could stare at all day.

“Must we do this again?”, Arthur’s voice is a whisper as he leans towards her face. “The neighbors will hear us”,

The lady rolls her eyes at the statement and raises her brow, “and you didn’t worry about the before?, shouldn’t you have learned to behave centuries ago?”,

His grin is unwavering as he clicks his tongue, dangerously wide eyed, “the past centuries haven’t changed much”,

She wrinkled her nose, the purple glow slipping off her hair as raindrops, although it quickly turns into small waves of flame. It won’t hurt them or him, only if she would have wanted too.

“They would still burn a witch on the stake”, the grin is replaced with a sly smile and she huffs, the dagger moved away from his chest. She musst have been reminded of her sister, although she was a faerie and not a witch, two different things. And no she wasn’t dead.

“And I would still, pierce this iron dagger through your chest watching as your flesh melts and hum along to your screams”,

“Well, that isn’t edgy at all”, it’s now his turn to roll his eyes, taking a seat across from her as they proceed to grasp their cups refilled by a magical kettle floating over the table.

“And your fangs are sooo cool and original?”,

“They could tear apart a bitch, I tell you”.

Natalya gives a light grin at the comment and braces herself for whatever the reason was for him to arrive here during her tea time.

“Oh, if we must move again, must we take that cat with us?”,

The cat pauses from the process of licking its tummy, it’s green eyes glowing dangerously under the sunlight.

A frown graces her lips, “Yes, muffins shall come with us wherever we may go”, he groans at the response and swears the cat gives him a mocking expression.

“Muffins?, that old lady”, the cat almost seems offended,”is immortal, can float and has claws that could disfigure a person for life”.

Natalya sips her tea without any worry, there’s a knock at the door and the both of them stare at each other for a while.

“Seems like Jones have found us”, he states amusingly and Natalya snorts.

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“Great, they have ran away again”,

There’s a disdain in Matthews tone, the room they were standing in is now bare with no trace of someone else living there.

The neighbors were creeped out to say the least and no threatening could get anything out of them.

Alfred narrows his eyes at the window, wide open and the curtains flailing around. He clenched his gun tightly, gritting his teeth as a hand is placed on his shoulder.

“There, there it will be fine”,

Footsteps echoes in the room and Alistair takes out a cigar, lightning it up. A careless, dangerous grin forms on his lips, eyes shimmering green, but obviously the two human mortals do not notice so. Who knew he could manipulate a horde of hunters? This was far too easy.

“We will get them just in time”, he can feel the anger brimming off Alfred and can’t help but feed off the negative energy. Matthew’s sweet disdain and a hint of anxiety has always been soothing.

He watches the smoke from his cigar move gracefully and listens to Matthew talk with Lars about dragon-sightings near the area, which has never been heard for centuries by the woodland ‘aka mythical’ creatures.

Arthur’s memories flashes through his mind, and as always the desire for revenge the boy has had for the one thing that took his humanity away.

He sighs. Even without the hunters, he would still find a way to stop Arthur before he does something regrettable for the creatures that shouldn’t be revealed about to anyone.

‘I will show him’,

‘After all, I raised the damn brat’.

Saw a post about villains who love their wives but also villains who love their husbands and that made me think of a lady villain who is big bad and terrifying and meanwhile her husband is just this pathetic man. Just a sad wet kitten of a man. He probably wears sweater vests and big glasses. And she LOVES him. That is the love of her life. A McDonald’s is on a fire because he asked for no pickles and they didn’t listen damnit. She would kill for this absolute fucking loser. The wind could knock him over but it’s okay because she’ll be there to catch him.