Characters/Pairings: USUK, Superfamily.
Summary/Notes: There’s a banquet being held in the Avenger’s Honor, but it’s no place for a little boy. When Steve and Tony’s usual babysitters aren’t an option, they turn to Alfred and Arthur instead.
(working on the assumption that Steve has known both of them since the war and has remained friends with them now.)

“I really am sorry about this, Al. Usually Jane watches him, but she’s actually coming tonight, and Pepper was going to take care of him, but someone went and ticked off one of his biggest investors, and she’s doing damage control.”

Tony just stuck out his tongue at the jab, and Alfred laughed as he took a smiling four year old from Steve’s arms and bounced him on his hip. “Naw, we don’t mind at all. Right, Artie?”

Look what I got around to posting on AO3

I really should probably go post some of my other Hetalia fics there (my non-hetalia things will never leave ff.net though).

Filed under poetry au bubblelounge

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September 2, 2012

maple-rose-kisses:

Thought I’d go ahead and upload this. Picture of the cafe at my school that I was picturing (and where I partically wrote) my contribution to “Hidden Verse.” Super blurry because it’s crappy webcam quality AND it was taken within a fb chat so it’s really small. It’s a little different than I remembered it, so it’s not EXACTLY what I pictured in the story, but it’s the main inspiration.

(The story is also at 7am in winter and this is 1pm in August.)

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August 29, 2012

Fic: Hidden Verse, Hidden Heart - First Meetings

OKAY! So, for anyone not familiar with the great and wonderful bubblelounge, she created a beautiful story by the title of “Hidden Verse, Hidden Heart” (fondly called “the Poetry AU” about Alfred and Arthur as young thirty-something college professors, who have been best friends since they were undergrads. And then there’s some cryptic poetry on Arthur’s part and cluelessness on Alfred’s, and exasperation on Francis’s. And then later there’s love and smut and PURE PERFECTION and everything is happy. I HIGHLY recommend you click that link to her blog, and you’ll find the story under her usuk tag. The first chapter is here.

ANYWAY, this is my little adventure in playing with her AU. I didn’t do it justice AT ALL, but I couldn’t get this out of my head, so I hope you all enjoy it.

Ficlet: DenNor

kiwiitrombone:

libertybelle92:

In a rush and too lazy to think of a title right now. If this has no notes when I return from work I’ll repost it with a better title, and regardless I’ll change the title.

Denmark and Iceland discussing something very important while Norway sleeps. And shameless plugging of my favorite rarepair. Enjoy.

Iceland groaned and buried his face further into his pillow, away from the light over the hotel sink. It had been a beautiful wedding and he was happy for America and England, but it had been a long day, and a long night. And now it was late, he was tired, and he couldn’t fathom why the hell Hong Kong and Korea were still awake, much less moving, but he curled tighter around Taiwan and hid his face in her hair.

He was almost asleep… until he was woken by a knock on the door.

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I have a new pairing to add to my list of things I ship: TaiwanXIceland (do they have a cool nickname like GerIta and I’m just outta the loop, or is it just that?-__-)

Oh hey, sorry. This is what I get for not checking the notes on my writing blog more often. I usually call it IceTai. Not quite as smooth-sounding as GerIta or Spamano or the like, but easy enough. So glad you liked this! And yes, I have a new convert!

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July 10, 2012

Ficlet: DenNor

In a rush and too lazy to think of a title right now. If this has no notes when I return from work I’ll repost it with a better title, and regardless I’ll change the title.

Denmark and Iceland discussing something very important while Norway sleeps. And shameless plugging of my favorite rarepair. Enjoy.

Iceland groaned and buried his face further into his pillow, away from the light over the hotel sink. It had been a beautiful wedding and he was happy for America and England, but it had been a long day, and a long night. And now it was late, he was tired, and he couldn’t fathom why the hell Hong Kong and Korea were still awake, much less moving, but he curled tighter around Taiwan and hid his face in her hair.

He was almost asleep… until he was woken by a knock on the door.