Back on my bullshit for Hetalia.

» Updates are slow because of life and school. Always writing up drafts to procrastinate.

Here are some of my stories that I have made ツ

[Hetalia] To Paint the Sky: Complete: A Gerita human AU one-shot. Germany (Ludwig) is an artist and Italy (Feliciano) is one too. It's a mix of coming-of-age and romance. It has moral grayness in it and deals a lot with real-life struggles. I haven't seen much of artist!Germany anywhere so I decided to write this long one-shot. Give it a go if you like realistic life struggles and angst.

[Hetalia] Waiting For You On a White Duvet: Complete: A USUK one-shot (?) that I am debating on making a two-shot. Just some brain dump I decided to write down that had the chance of actually being finished to the very end. Alfred is in the Navy SEALs in this, and Arthur is the faithful husband at home waiting. Except, they both have different views on the whole thing. Arthur is a cynical, pessimistic Brit and it takes an extreme. Give it a go if you like a twist on traditional army stories.

[Hetalia] The Flowers of Regret: In progress: [Tried to be historical by only using Wiki but now I cringe and need to go back and revise] My first Hetalia fic. It's a mystery story that I guess is pretty cliche now that I think about it. It's a multi-chapter story about Germany's disappearance in 1992. Deals with "unrequited" love, Italy's character study, and some other secrets the nations want to keep hidden. It's a slow burn that mainly starts with only focusing on Italy, but gradually includes other characters and their stories. Give it a go if you're tired of the mundane and want something in Canon.

[Hetalia] Order No. 87: In progress: What originally started out as a kink meme continuation from a prompt long ago abandoned, this turned out to be a lengthy romance drama involving an in-depth character study of fem! Germany. Wanting to explore how gender impacts a nation's experience and expectations, I created this as a way to delve into those nuances. As a woman in Nazi Germany in 1943, Germany suddenly has high expectations to be a pregnant housewife. It must be done through any means possible. Lots of smut, lots of angst, and lots of references to history too. I would consider this a more polished version of The Flowers of Regret — a better remix of the same ideas and themes that my inexperience as a writer couldn't do four years ago.

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