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lupusmilitis:

I’m a  s o l d i e r

                              I fight for what I have to

                                                                     and i’m here to win this war.


posted on 24.04.2014 at 10:33 via preussentum © lupusmilitis - 315 notes [ reblog ]
tagged as: #ludwig

nado-hunter:

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posted on 24.04.2014 at 12:31 via potatobrothers - 20 notes [ reblog ]
tagged as: #Me #[perf]

formez-vos-bataillons:

She was quietly satisfied when her little remark had an effect on him, even if it showed in such a small way on the outside. She had found, he was so fun to flirt with. Almost more fun than people who sort of matched with her, got on her level of confident flirtation, because she made him at a loss of what to say back. For a man who seemed to take himself so seriously, it was utterly endearing to watch his behavior in such a situation. It was so cute, that she only had to say the smallest, even silliest, thing which hinted at something sensual, to make him react. Snapping out of her thoughts herself, she listened, her expression showing a slight sign of a fraction of her mind being elsewhere, for public transit was sort of a non-issue now, replaced by his cuteness. But she still listened closely to each word, and she nodded. And she laughed a little, “Too much credit, where it is certainly not warranted, indeed.”

He seemed to be thinking quite technically about her outfit, she thought. She arched an eyebrow, then shook her head a little, laughing. “Well, I will take your recommendation. Rest assured, I did not think I was being forced by you to change out of my dress into something a little more practical. I choose to, really; simple as that. Pants may be rare for me, but they are not a trouble.” She gave a sort of mockingly reassuring smile, to show that she thought it all was a little silly, but there was that underlying genuine smile. “Now! I will be back momentarily.”

Once in her room, after a bit of undressed indecision, she put on some rather tight black pants along with a slightly over-sized deep burgundy-colored sweater. Checking in the mirror, she realized she looked so, unusually casual, with her lack of makeup, her loose braid, and her pants. There was nothing glamorous or very classy, but she felt perfectly comfortable nonetheless.

She walked back to the kitchen to meet him. “Voilà! I am ready. I have put on pants just for this, do you see how very ready I am.”

He gave a quick nod and caught a glimpse of the last swish of her skirt as she retreated to her bedroom. At least she showed some reasoning over fashion. Practicality. He was surprised with how much she actually mixed that in with her frivolity. Maybe his views were a bit skewed by Francis… he actually, mostly, dealt with the Frenchman anyways. 

He continued to just work on the plates and set them aside - either in a rack or on a dishtowl on the counter, as was the case of the cups. Efficient as ever he finished in the kitchen just as she emerged from her bedroom and appeared at the kitchen. He stared, if only for a bit. Even dressing down she looked attractive. 

"If you putting on pants means that you’re ready I’m not sure I will ever understand your ‘code’ so to speak." He offered, gesturing for her to "go" but he took the lead the rest of the way. He already had his keys, his wallet - thus drivers license- in his pocket so he made a beeline for the door. He opened it for her after unlocking it and did the same with the elevator door. He was silent a good portion of the walk, just thinking about where they could even go at this later hour. It’s not like they had any daylight left. Maybe somewhere to see the lights of the city?

He motioned to his bike, a small smile on his face. He’s done enough work on it that he really considered it his as opposed to some thing he just bought from BMW. But there wasn’t anymore flourish than that. He swiftly got his keys out, swung his leg over and sat down, offering her a hand to assist her in doing the same. 

austriea:

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GERMANIC FAMILY ROAD TRIP

lud drives. gil calls shotgun 2 days before. rod sighs and him, lili and vash all squish in the back (liech is between the two of them and the tension in the backseat is INCREDIBLE) 

starkundeinsam:

【ヘタリア・艦ヘタ】つめあわせ by 凛風


posted on 23.04.2014 at 4:27 via starkundeinsam - 77 notes [ reblog ]
tagged as: #[S C R E A M S] #Me #Peter

abovetheyoungrhine:

ehrenineinheit:

I mean that I wouldn’t expect you to be around, it’s late and most of the other nations belonging to the EU have gone already. Not that you are physically incapable. 

-He held up his hand, trying to placate her.- 

No. Far from it, in fact. But you should get some sleep if you can. Today has certainly been a long day. 

Ah, I understand!

Hmm.. I will. But it’s hard to go straight from work to sleep, isn’t it? If your mind is still in ‘work mode’ it won’t want to calm down.

[She rubbed her neck muscles with her right hand]

What about you? Are you feeling alright?

Very true but there are any number of things I’m sure you can do in order to wind down. I’m also not saying to simply fall asleep on your desk either. 

A walk back to wherever you’re staying may be fairly calming…

-He stiffens slightly and his eyebrows draw in for a moment.- 

Me? Strange. Of course I’m all right. 

abovetheyoungrhine:

ehrenineinheit:

I’m surprised to see you still around, to be honest.

-Guess who else has been working overtime? This German. Though that’s probably hardly a surprise. He shifted a large folder from one arm to the other and gestures subtly to her.- 

Are you done, then? Or did you have anything else to do?

What do you mean? I’m stronger than I look!

[Well, if there’s anything these two Germanics share, it’s definitely their work ethic]

Oh no, I’m done! I think so at least. What about you? Going to be busy for much longer?

I mean that I wouldn’t expect you to be around, it’s late and most of the other nations belonging to the EU have gone already. Not that you are physically incapable. 

-He held up his hand, trying to placate her.- 

No. Far from it, in fact. But you should get some sleep if you can. Today has certainly been a long day. 

abovetheyoungrhine:

[She stretches until her shoulders begin to hurt]

So much work!

[Once she ends the stretch she sits down with a sigh. She hasn’t had time for any interactions with anyone in the past few days and it’s starting to wear her out. Being an extrovert, she’s drained.]

How is everyone else?

I’m surprised to see you still around, to be honest.

-Guess who else has been working overtime? This German. Though that’s probably hardly a surprise. He shifted a large folder from one arm to the other and gestures subtly to her.- 

Are you done, then? Or did you have anything else to do?

Anonymous asked: have you ever wished you look different 

No, never. 

I am how I am which is the absolute only thing I can be. 

Why would I want to change that if I am exactly how I should be?


posted on 22.04.2014 at 11:51 - 0 notes [ reblog ]
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