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Mamihlapinatapei
“Don’t do feelings, Raivis,” Eduard had once advised his friend, “Do heroin instead, it’ll fuck you up way less.”
Raivis had laughed at that. But it was only now that Eduard was realising how serious he had been. He wasn’t sure how he had ended up becoming friends with Mathias Kohler- all they really had in common was a taste for alcohol and a vague liking for cold weather- but he wished he hadn’t. Not because he wasn’t a nice person, but because he was more than that. He was a wonderful person. He was a perfect person. He was nice to everyone but took no shit. He was beautiful without trying. He was funny and sweet and was probably about 90 per cent metaphorically solidified, sentient sunlight. Eduard was no psychologist (not professionally, at least) but he was pretty sure he could spot multiple symptoms of love in himself. So yeah. Screw you for that, Mathias.
It wasn’t like he could tell him. That all led to heartbreak, wh
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Worry
Deadlines. Deadlines, deadlines, deadlines. Work, work, work. He wouldn’t talk about anything else- and hell, even what he had to say about that was mumbled and laconic. Maybe Mathias would have made a game out of trying to make him say more than four words in one go if he wasn’t so preoccupied trying to get him to eat something. Well, something other than coffee and toast, anyway.
At first he had been happy to leave him to his own devices- he had to work, Mathias could understand that- but Eduard had been like this for nearly a week and if he was taking breaks, he certainly wasn’t doing it while Mathias was around. Most nights he didn’t even make it to bed before he fell asleep, barely having the energy to shut his laptop before he fell onto his keyboard. It had crossed the line now. It wasn’t just buckling down to get things done. It was unhealthy. But for a genius, Eduard was incredibly stupid, and he refused to see it.
Take now. Eduard was hunched over
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Fem!NedRo- Dancing At Dusk
They danced at dusk. Typical. Violeta had always had a taste for the dramatic. Femke wouldn’t have been surprised if she had dragged her to a graveyard,  just for the hell of it. In fact, she probably would have, but it was a cold evening, so luckily, her back garden would have to do. Not that she had anything against taking a detour- she found cycling under the stars peaceful and atmospheric- but her girlfriend got a little too enthusiastic about cemeteries sometimes, which was creepy, as much as she loved the way her face lit up and crimson stars glittered in her eyes.
As it happened, Femke’s back garden was ideal. Her siblings were at friends’ houses, her parents working late, and the two women were free to do as they pleased, which in this case meant dancing to Anouk between Femke’s tulips, sipping beers stolen from her father and admiring each other’s faces by the dim orange light of two cigarettes and the lampposts on the street. It was no royal
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EstFin- Stay
At two in the morning, The Imperial March rang across Eduard's room from his mobile, like an unwelcome alarm clock. Only one person ever called at this time, he noted, sitting up with a groan and groping around for his glasses, and that was never good news. Once they were on, he found his phone and answered the call, knowing who it was without even glancing at the caller ID.
"Tino, why are you calling so early?" he asked in groggy exasperation, knowing the answer already.
"I'm higher than, like, five kites, Ed," slurred the bright, crack-and-god-knows-what-else-addled voice of his worst and best friend on the other end, "Can you be really, really, sweet and drive me home?"
He sighed, knowing that no matter how much he wanted to, he could never say no to Tino when he was this vulnerable. "Where are you?"
"The usual place."
"I'll be there in ten." Eduard got up and threw on a t-shirt and trousers. Why was his friend such an idiot?
"Hurry up," he whined, "This brick is judging me and I fe
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Lithuania- Matryoshka
Lithuania looked up at the tall man who had dropped by, the man he wanted to see less than anyone in the world. His expression was gentle, but Lithuania was no idiot. He knew all too well how he could snap in the blink of an eye, go from sweet smiles and kind words to cruel glares and beatings, all without warning. He had the scars to prove it.
"Russia? What are you doing here?" he blurted, then added (to save his skin, even though he knew he was safe now, an old nervous habit), "I mean... I thought you'd be busy elsewhere."
"I thought I'd come over to give you a gift, da?"
Oh shit, that cannot be good. "What gift, Mr Russia?" Lithuania was trying not to shake. Did Russia want revenge for him leaving?
Russia put out his hands, holding a little wooden doll. Its skin was wooden, polished smooth. Its green painted eyes and brown hair resembled Lithuania's own. The pear-like shape and slit around its midsection told Lithuania that it was a matryoshka. What was the bastard playing at now?
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Plasticine Boy- DenEst
20 years ago
"Hello there, miss," the receptionist greeted the petite brunette. A bespectacled blonde boy about her daughter's age with unfortunate ears stood behind the woman, looking around at the building nervously. "How may I help you?"
"We're here for the under-10s animation workshop," explained the mother, giving the kid a reassuring squeeze of the hand.
"Of course. What's your name?" she asked the kid.
"M-my name is Eduard Von Bock, with a U between the D and the A in "Eduard", not a W," he told her, reciting the spelling as if it was a mistake people made a lot, "I'm nine and a half years old."
"Okay, Eduard. You're in the first room on the right if you go down that corridor. Will your mummy be okay to take you there?"
"Yes, I think she will," the brunette replied with a jovial chuckle, "Thank you, miss."
She watched the two of them go, the woman asking his son if he was excited and little Eduard shuffling around and hugging her arm in reply.
.oOo.
The receptionist saw E
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50 Ways To Leave Your Lover- DenEst
DenEst is gr8 m8 no h8 8/8.
The song this fic is based off of is 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover by Paul Simon, and I recommend listening to it while reading this. It was originally going to be NedRo but then I thought "Fuck it the plot fits DenEst better and Fem Denmark is an absolute babe let's do this". Also, I apologise in advance for doing the cliché "Russia is an abusive dickhead" thing.
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Michaela-Fem Denmark
Eduard-Estonia
Ivan-Russia

Michaela was worried about her friend. This was the fifth time in a month that Eduard had come to her door bruised and bleeding. Each time she'd fix his wounds and Sellotape his glasses and he'd stay the night before going back to his absolute bastard of a boyfriend, who'd then send him straight back after a week or less.
"Ed," she murmured, cleaning a cut on his cheek from a smashed vodka bottle, "You have to leave that bastard. You know that."
"Of course I know that," he mumbled, "But you know what Ivan's like. He'll make my life a
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Hetalia Micronation and Nyo!Micronation Names
Micronations:
Sealand: Peter Kirkland
Seborga: Marcello Vargas
Wy: Wendy Kirkland
Kugelmugel: Hermann Edelstein
Molossia: Jason Jones
Ladonia: Erland Oxenstierna
Nikko Nikko: Norio Honda
Hutt River: Dwight Kirkland
Nyo!Micronations:
Sealand: Pearl Kirkland
Seborga: Marcella Vargas
Wy: Max Kirkland
Kugelmugel: Beatrix Edelstein
Molossia: Mia Jones
Ladonia: Erna Oxenstierna
Nikko Nikko: Aiko Honda
Hutt River: Darcey Kirkland
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“Don’t do feelings, Raivis,” Eduard had once advised his friend, “Do heroin instead, it’ll fuck you up way less.”
Raivis had laughed at that. But it was only now that Eduard was realising how serious he had been. He wasn’t sure how he had ended up becoming friends with Mathias Kohler- all they really had in common was a taste for alcohol and a vague liking for cold weather- but he wished he hadn’t. Not because he wasn’t a nice person, but because he was more than that. He was a wonderful person. He was a perfect person. He was nice to everyone but took no shit. He was beautiful without trying. He was funny and sweet and was probably about 90 per cent metaphorically solidified, sentient sunlight. Eduard was no psychologist (not professionally, at least) but he was pretty sure he could spot multiple symptoms of love in himself. So yeah. Screw you for that, Mathias.
It wasn’t like he could tell him. That all led to heartbreak, whether he said yes or no. Either he’d make his friendship completely awkward or they’d date for a while and then break up, which was even worse. So even as their eyes met over their drinks that night, even as they shared a glance for a moment that felt like it held some kind of meaning, he couldn’t bring himself to say it.
Meanwhile in Mathias’s head, the light reflected in Eduard’s hair seemed to hold some sort of odd beauty. He wasn’t sure why. It was just gold threaded through a slightly duller gold, moving up and down when he nodded as he listened intently to what he was saying. His bottle of Vana Tallinn sat ignored on the table. Below his fringe were his eyes, sea-green and beautiful, caged behind the black rims of his glasses. Then there was the brain behind them, a huge mishmash Mathias knew nothing about. He knew he was smart. Knew he had a good sense of humour (sarcastic, as self-deprecating as it was egotistical, occasionally dark). But knew more than anything else that there was enough in there that he didn’t know to fill a library. Multiple libraries. Still, you can’t know everything about a person.
He kind of wanted to though. Not everything, exactly, that would be weird. But he wanted to know him better. They’d been friends for ages but some things can’t be learnt when you’re just friends. He wanted to know how his lips felt against his own and how well their hands fitted together and what he looked like in the mornings with his soft hair messed up and his glasses (maybe his shirt) off. Long story short he was in love with him. Not that he could let on. He didn’t want to scare his best friend away- Eduard didn’t have a romantic bone in his body that wasn’t hidden under multiple layers of chill. Probably wasn’t even into guys. But that was forgotten when their eyes met and they exchanged a little smile, and Mathias paused what he was saying and something meant something but what?
Their gazes fell away from one another and Eduard coughed awkwardly.
“Uh, you were… saying?”
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Mamihlapinatapei- The look between two people where each is in love with the other but both is afraid to make the first move
This was requested on Tumblr and I got very enthusiastic about it. Also- STOP BEING OBLIVIOUS FUCKS YOU TWO JUST KISS ALREADY
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Deadlines. Deadlines, deadlines, deadlines. Work, work, work. He wouldn’t talk about anything else- and hell, even what he had to say about that was mumbled and laconic. Maybe Mathias would have made a game out of trying to make him say more than four words in one go if he wasn’t so preoccupied trying to get him to eat something. Well, something other than coffee and toast, anyway.

At first he had been happy to leave him to his own devices- he had to work, Mathias could understand that- but Eduard had been like this for nearly a week and if he was taking breaks, he certainly wasn’t doing it while Mathias was around. Most nights he didn’t even make it to bed before he fell asleep, barely having the energy to shut his laptop before he fell onto his keyboard. It had crossed the line now. It wasn’t just buckling down to get things done. It was unhealthy. But for a genius, Eduard was incredibly stupid, and he refused to see it.

Take now. Eduard was hunched over his laptop, some spreadsheet open and a pile of paperwork underneath it, using his computer as a paperweight. His desk was covered in empty mugs he hadn’t bothered to put back in the dishwasher. He didn’t even look up when Mathias tapped his back.

“Hm?”

“Do you want anything?” he offered, already sure of the answer.

He shook his head.

“You sure?”

“Had some coffee.”

Mathias sighed. “You can’t live on coffee alone, Ed.”

Eduard tsked. “Watch me.”

“You need to eat as well.”

“Had toast too,” he protested.

“When?” Mathias asked, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Yesterday,” he admitted, a twinge of guilt only just audible in his voice.

Mathias groaned. Stupid genius. “I’m making you some soup.”

Eduard shook his head a little. “Not soup.”

“Why?”

“I spill it, I ruin my paperwork.”

Mathias would be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted to ruin the stupid pieces of paper himself, but Eduard would only get angry and then do even more work to make up for it. Not worth it.

“You could always, you know, not eat at your desk,” he suggested.

“Can’t. Not enough time.”

“I’m sure a ten-minute break won’t kill you.”

“And letting me work won’t kill you. I don’t want any soup.”

Mathias sighed and kissed the back of his head. At least he was speaking in full sentences. That was… something, at least. “Ed, I’m worried about you.”

“It’s just work.”

Of course he’d say that. “Eddie, come on. You haven’t taken a break all week.”

A change came over Eduard. He rose suddenly from his chair, brows furrowed, eyes narrowed, fists clenched. He turned to face Mathias. He was exactly the same height as him, so he couldn’t exactly tower over him, but Eduard was generally as placid as a lake at midnight, so the drastic change was enough to make him take a step back. “Mathias, I am fully aware of that. I know, okay? I know I haven’t been eating enough. I know I’m a sleep-deprived mess. I know this isn’t good for me or for you, but I also know I have to get this finished before next week and honestly? You nagging me to take a break isn’t helping. At all. I would absolutely love to, Mathias, but I can’t. I just can’t. I don’t know why it’s so hard for you to grasp that. You’re just so fucking dense sometimes! Just leave me alone!”

Mathias frowned. “Ed…”

He sighed, sitting back down. “I’m sorry. I’m just tired. I didn’t mean to lose my temper.”

“Come here.” Nervously, Eduard brought himself to his feet, only for Mathias to pull him into a tight hug. He tentatively hugged back, resting his head on Mathias’ shoulder. “I’m sorry I’m nagging. I just… I don’t know.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he reassured him, rubbing his back, “Let’s make a deal, alright? I take a break- I need it, we’ve clarified that- and you let me be.”

“You sure?”

Eduard nodded. “My brain’s overworked. If I take a break, I’ll work faster afterwards.”

“Was that all I had to say to get you to stop?”

Eduard laughed. “Pretty much. Now about that break… How long, and what are we doing?”

Mathias considered. He didn’t want to stress him out more than he had to. “What’s your maximum?”

Eduard bit his lower lip in consideration. “It’s five thirty. I could probably manage the rest of the day.”

“Probably?”

Eduard rolled his eyes, grinning. “Fine, maybe I just want to spend the rest of the day with you. Now what are we doing?”

“We ought to go out, you’ve barely left your room. And get some food. Where is up to you.”

“We could get a pizza and eat it in the park? We haven’t eaten outside in a while, and it’s getting pretty warm out.”

Mathias grinned. “That sounds good. Anything else?”

“I don’t know. Just… walk around. Watch a film once we get home. Just take what comes as it comes.”

“That’s fine by me. Let’s go.”
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I have loads of headcanons about Eduard and one of them is that he's a massive workaholic. Also that he rarely loses his temper but when he does... hoo boy.
I like this fic kinda but it's too dialoguey. Still, I like the plot. Also, thanks to FFabeonG for the help.
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OC- Christiania
Country/City/State Information-
Name: Freetown Christiania
Age: Born 1971
Boss (Mayor/President): None
Flag (Coat of Arms): Red with 3 yellow dots
Biggest Ethnic Group: Danish
Language(s) spoken: Danish
Population: 1000 approx
Government: Anarchy
Extra: Micronation in Denmark with weed.

Human Information-
Name: Kris Køhler
Nickname(s): Krissie (Elleore when he wants to piss him off, Denmark in an affectionate way)
Age: 15 (Older than Elleore because he has a little more independence)
Gender: Male
Birthday: 26th September
Current Residence: Denmark's house
Language(s) spoken: Danish, English, a little Dutch
Bad Habit(s): Cannabis
Like(s): Art, music, bicycles, weed, yoga,
Dislike(s): Rules, authority, cars, hard drugs, violence, having his photo taken
Hobbies: Cycling, graffiti, making or listening to music, yoga, burning incense (everything he owns smells like incense and it pisses everyone off)
Fear(s): Motor bikes, bikers, violence.
Equipment/Weapons: Doesn't carry one around, but can be very resourceful if needs be.
Personality: Kris is very rebellious, and tries to go against the rules as much as possible without being an asshole. He is generally quite relaxed and pacifistic but when provoked can be pretty scary. Fortunately, it takes a lot to provoke him as violence is a last resort with him. In his free time (which is a lot because he has no real government and therefore no mandatory work to do), he likes to make art (graffiti is his speciality), meditate, do yoga, get high, or tend to his communal garden. He owns two bikes, one being a road bike and the other being a Christiania bike with a massive metal box on the back. He dislikes motor vehicles, especially motorbikes as he has bad experiences with bikers, and having his photo taken because photography in Christiania is seen as a bit dodgy. He isn't shy otherwise, however (just very secretive).

Appearance- Height: 5'8"
Weight: 130 lbs
Hair: Dull blond, shoulder-length, messy.
Eyes: Pale blue, similar to Denmark's.
Skin: Pale
Accent: Danish
Anything on your body that represents your country?: None
Outfit(s): Baggy trousers, everything is kind of paint-splattered
Scar(s): A few on his back from a poorly thrown Molotov cocktail in a riot.

Relationships-
Family:
Denmark- Father. They argue a lot over Kris' addictions, but only because Denmark worries about him. He sometimes tries to piss him off deliberately but usually that's not his motive. They can get along pretty well, but they're usually at each other's throats.
Elleore (other OC)- Brother. They have fairly contrasting personalities but they get along well, and a majority of the insults they throw at each other are purely banter. They both like nature.
Friends:
Netherlands- Sees him as a cool uncle due to some similarities (and by similarities I mean weed). Netherlands thinks Denmark is too hard on him, but doesn't say anything about it, deciding it's none of his business.
Seborga- They get on fairly well- he certainly prefers him to Molossia and Hutt River. It's mostly because he's the only micronation his age that he actually likes.
Kugelmugel- They share a love of art and a rebellious spirit, so they're pretty good friends.
Rivals:
Molossia- He finds him too aggressive and doesn't like the law he has against smoking, but they tolerate each other.
Hutt River- He finds him overly pretentious and dramatic, but again, they tolerate each other.
History: When a load of people broke into a military barracks he was found there and helped them build their little town. Denmark found out about him shortly after but got angry (but mostly out of worry) when he found out about the weed. He calmed down and let him after a while, but still made extra careful he didn't do anything more harmful (he didn't need to worry- Kris draws a very firm line at hard drugs). He still worried about Kris too, and in 2003 he decided it wasn't worth the worry and made him quit. Kris still does it to this day but he's more careful about it.
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Pony Bros
Second platonic contest entry for valtiowillruleall (and final entry overall- sorry I entered so many times)

Hungary and Poland have a very good relationship in real life. There's a Hungarian-Polish friendship day and the saying "Pole and Hungarian cousins be", and they've helped each other out in multiple wars. Aside from their real life relations, the two have a lot in common. Both of them are cute and happy-go-lucky but could absolutely beat your ass (in high heels probably), both sort of disregard gender roles and such (young Hungary thinking she was a boy, Poland occasionally wearing dresses), I feel like they both really like horses too for some reason, hence the picture. They bond over their mutual dislike of Prussia too. They're very close and very comfortable with each other, to the point where people wouldn't even notice the difference if they started dating except like they'd kiss occasionally (though I personally prefer them as friends). I also like to think when they hang out together they either paint each other's nails and watch a shitty rom-com on Netflix and eat ice cream straight out of the tub together or they bungee jump into a volcano- there's no in between.
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Dream And You Will Be Free
Second romantic contest entry for valtiowillruleall

BelaLiech. Time for bullet points.

-Belarus showing Liechtenstein how to live a little and be more than her brother's little sister.

-Liechtenstein secretly having a bit of a badass side and it lowkey turns Belarus on.

-Belarus likes not being the little one and protecting someone rather than being protected.

-Tea parties.

-They like to flick through fashion magazines and pick out dresses for each other.

-*points at very revealing dress* "You'd look cute in that." "NATALYA NO!"

-That or they make bizarre collages out of them and put giraffe heads on people or switch bodies around or something.

-At first Belarus is really confused because "whY IS MY HEART BEATING FAST WHY ARE MY PALMS SWEATING UKRAINE HELP ME" "bel pls ur just gay"

-Ukraine is on good terms with Liechtenstein and thinks she'll be good for Belarus.

-WHOLE other story with Switzerland and Russia though.

-Their song is either Jenny by Studio Killers or Hold Me by Douwe Bob and Anouk (I drew this listening to Hold Me).

-Liechtenstein loves Belarus' hair. Plaiting it, putting flowers in it, playing with it, whatever, she just loves her hair so much.

-Liechtenstein likes drawing on Belarus all the time.

-DANCING TOGETHER!!!

-Text conversations at 3am.

-Picnics? Picnics.

-*internally screams in Belarusian because Liechtenstein is cute af*
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Hi. I'm Finn.

I'm not that good at writing or drawing but I try my best and one day maybe I'll be not shit.

Maybe.

So. Me. Uh... I'm 15 currently, I live in Birmingham, which is in England. All of my stories are probably going to be Hetalia but I'm in other fandoms too (Skulduggery Pleasant, Hamilton, Sherlock, Star Wars, Harry Potter, Attack On Titan, Welcome to Night Vale). I collect hats.

IDK I'll say the rest in stamps:


British Accent Stamp by Zibby-Doodles I Love Turkey - Hetalia Stamp by World-Wide-Shipping I Love Estonia - Hetalia Stamp by World-Wide-Shipping I Love Monaco - Hetalia Stamp by World-Wide-Shipping I Love Vietnam - Hetalia Stamp by World-Wide-Shipping I Love Belarus - Hetalia Stamp by World-Wide-Shipping I Love Wy - Hetalia Stamp by World-Wide-Shipping I Love Seborga - Hetalia Stamp by World-Wide-Shipping I Love Greece - Hetalia Stamp by World-Wide-Shipping I Prefer UsUk as Family by World-Wide-Shipping I Love China - Hetalia Stamp by World-Wide-Shipping I Love Sweden - Hetalia Stamp by World-Wide-Shipping I Love Netherlands - Hetalia Stamp by World-Wide-Shipping Hetalia NethDen Stamp by World-Wide-Shipping :thumb471881916: APH: Netherlands Headcanon 01 by ChokorettoMilku I Hate Tumblr Social Justice Stamp by animeninjaNIPPON remove ur opinion it offends me by itsMYopinion Stoic Trio (Holland x Germany x Sweden) OT3 Stamp by World-Wide-Shipping I Prefer Germancest as Brothers by World-Wide-Shipping ThaiViet OTP Stamp by World-Wide-Shipping Atheist by xMissSin Hetalia Girls stamp by Mion-waffuchii Stamp: Education by AibouAi It's a Shitty Excuse to Hate on Them by endler Hetalia Fantard Stamp by Hetaclypse Hetalia Fan by dragon-sigma Judging Fandoms by dragon-sigma STAMP: Luna Lovegood by neurotripsy STAMP: Ravenclaw pride by neurotripsy Estonia stamp by snow-jemima Eurovision :stamp: by Amblygon United Kingdom Stamp by l8 English Artists Stamp by Rednic Brummie Vs Black Country by LadyAnutar The Procrastination Stamp by Busiris Art Geek Stamp by xoxostudios Religion Stamp by dragon-sigma wolf stamp by war-armor Love Stamp by Kezzi-Rose DA Stamp - Rainbow by phantompanther Stamp: I am an INTP by Jammerlee I love to write Stamp by HappyStamp Rain Stamp by Stamp221 Steampunk Stamp by TumblingTortoises
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