Title: The Royal We (2/3)
Rating: PG-13 for language
Warnings: Horrible attempt on my part to write a historical fic, and ten shades of wangst.
Summary/Description: Netherlands and Belgium attend La muette de Portici, the opera that sparks the beginning of the Belgian Revolution on August 25th, 1830 and are caught in the middle of the riot that develops.

I also have to give gigantic ridiculous thanks to my amazing bro and personal Netherlands, ms_barcode who gave me tons of info about the Revolution since the Internet is useless in that regard, and her university is far superior than mine in terms of libraries and having good books in them 8Ia  I honestly could not have written this without her help ;3;

As a reminder: Jan is my headcanon name for Netherlands, Margot for Belgium.

Part one is here.
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Notes
La muette de Portici: The French opera about the historical revolt against the Spanish Hapsburg rule

Title: the machine is dying
Rating: PG-13 for language, as usual
Warnings: Alternate Universe, which will be explained below
Summary/Description: ALRIGHTY, this bears a bit of explaining. This is more or less a drabble that is only a small chunk of a bigger AU that some friends and I have been creating for the past many months. It is set in a post-apocalyptic (or almost apocalyptic) future universe in which political and geographical boundaries have completely changed. The Hetalia characters are not nations, only ordinary people living in their respective countries. Many, if not all of them, have been subjected to radiation from a nuclear fallout that caused a range of mutations to develop inside them. That being said, as a reference, Elizaveta has the ability to control the temperature of her body as well as withstand and produce temperatures above 700 degrees Fahrenheit. Gilbert has the ability to listen and speak inside the minds of others.

Just in case anybody is still wondering, yes I do have raging boners for X-Men and Heroes.

Anyway, now to explain a bit of backstory of the events leading up to this fic: Liz and Gilbert are making a trek to Russia, a very unstable area, both politics-wise and in the fact that it was the site of the nuclear explosion that occurred not long ago. They have just spent the last three days walking with little rest, and on the same day that this fic takes place, they were held at gunpoint and robbed by a group of looters, one of whom wanted the necklace Liz was wearing. She refused to let go of it, even with a gun to her head, until Gilbert finally just yanked it off her neck and tossed it to the ground, allowing the two of them to escape.

The day is winding down, and Liz and Gilbert just found an abandoned motel to take shelter in for the night.

So yes after that ridiculously long yet very glossed-over introduction, please enjoy this fic.

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Title: Countertops
Rating: PG-13 for language, as usual
Warnings: None.
Summary/Description: kanebullar is my eternal Prussia muse. I was over at her place over New Year's and somehow we got the idea that Gilbert will yell at inanimate objects for fun, and the thing with him yelling at the toilet was born, and I just couldn't let it go.

I don't even know how to feel about this fic, lol. I feel like my writing style is going through some transitions but at the moment I'm just kind of stuck in between actual development and where I was before. I'm just trying to write whatever and whenever. So yeah, idk（￣〜￣;）

( It had only been a week since Prussia had moved into the downstairs bedroom, and already Germany was regretting itCollapse )

Title: Good Advice
Rating: PG-13 for Prussia's potty mouth, though I feel like whenever there's any fic with Prussia in it, it should just be automatically assumed that there's going to be language.
Warnings: None, just fun times with those two wacky German brothers.
Summary/Description: I wrote this little drabble thing on a whim for my Prussia/beautiful sunshine child kanebullar after this conversation we had:

kanebullar : lmao I just.. my mom got home way early from NC just now with no warning, and I almost yelled at her "GIVE A GUY SOME WARNING, I COULD HAVE BEEN WHACKING OFF"
then I remembered it was my mom
alistaere : dude i just want to write a fic where gilbert yells that to ludwig at some point

... And that basically sums it all up. I really love the dynamic between loud, asshole-ish, boisterous Prussia and stern, quiet, methodical Germany, and they're definitely one of my favorite sibling duos, so I have no idea why I've never written anything with them before this. NOW THAT I'VE STARTED, THOUGH, I WILL PROBABLY BE WRITING A LOT MORE OF THEM. 8)

( It was the second Saturday of the month: Prussia's turn to make breakfast.Collapse )

This guy! I am still working on the next chapter in The Royal We and I have a slight idea of what maaaayyyy become a PruHun fic but I'm pretty much dead inside as far as inspiration is concerned and so I am opening up my first requests post to help get myself out of this pit of literary despair. It's also great for you guys because you get a free fic! Everybody wins!

So yeah, first ten requests get filled, two requests maximum per person. I will write: Hetalia, Soul Eater, Evangelion, Bleach, and FMA. Give me as detailed of a prompt as you want, but the less detail you give, the less likely it is I'll write what you had in mind 8') You can specify a rating if you'd like, but I won't write anything NC-17.

GO GO GO

(Circa June 2010)

Title: The Royal We (1/?)
Rating: PG-13 for language
Warnings: EUROPEAN HISTORY and random Dutch swears. Also rain is cruise control for angst
Summary/Description: Days before the Belgian Revolution begins, Belgium and Netherlands discuss the French revolutions, which eventually leads to an argument between the two nations. Yep, I am a total pro at this summary business

Jan and Margot are my headcanon names for Netherlands and Belgium respectively.

Dutch ~lingo~: Verdomme means damn or dammit (thank you littlelazylass for the correction!). Zus is short for zuster, meaning sister. I'm not Dutch by any means, so I am basically going off Google Translate and other websites for this information :'3c

Also, I'd like to preface this with the disclaimer that I am not a history buff /at all/, nor am I any sort of Dutch or Belgian, lol. I did a ridiculous amount of research for this fic before, during, and even after writing it, though, and I tried my best to be as historically accurate as possible, but I apologize to any Dutch or Belgians out there if I unintentionally fucked up your history in any way, haha. I pretty much have never written a historical fic before, so this was definitely a learning experience.

Also also, the title and lyrics at the beginning of the story are from the song "The Royal We" by Silversun Pickups.

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Notes
Belgian Revolution
Battle of Waterloo: The battle that ended Napoleon's rule in France and led to Belgium being returned to the Netherlands
Congress of Vienna: Conference that united the Netherlands and Belgium in a constitutional monarchy and also made Luxembourg a part of the Netherlands

(Circa January 2010)

Title: That's Why the Germans Are Not Good Lovers
Rating: PG-13 for sexual advances and Prussia's potty mouth?
Warnings: EXTREME SEXUAL AWKWARDNESS THAT YOUR BASAL NERVOUS SYSTEM CANNOT EVEN HANDLE
Summary/Description: Filling a request by cassandracsenta: "GermanyxAllFemaleNations! Basically it's just Germany being crushed on by the female nations. XD Coz he's so manly lol How will the different female nations express their affections towards ManlyYetAwkwardTurtle!Germany? You decide. XD"

This is probably absolutely NOTHING like what the requester was thinking, BUT I GAVE IT THE OL' COLLEGE TRY NONETHELESS.


( The first time Germany caught a glimpse of Taiwan leaning forward on the large mahogany desk across from him, batting her lashes furiously in his direction, he had thought that maybe she'd gotten a particularly pesky bit of dust stuck in her eye, or perhaps blinking in morse code was becoming a more widely accepted form of communication in her countryCollapse )

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