Becca's fluff pillow fort

[Antonio F. Carriedo]

Toni's Flower Comparisons

Gil - rosy eyes (for roses because of his eyes
Ham - Sir 'ryllis or Belladona (for amaryllis belladona because of his hair)
Fran - (something relating to the paradise jewel 'flame' orchid)
Gupta - lily grace (for the water lily that's big in Egypt and for it's graceful elegance)
Lovi - 'naria kitty (for pulmonaria because it changes color as it ages, and closes at night to open in the morning)

also, whenever he gives someone he's close to a gift, he includes their flower

Other Nicknames

Kári - Kariño (thANKS TO WORLDIE<333)

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*BARRICADES SELF WITH YOU*

Francis has always liked Gilbert and Antonio, and they were both his childhood crushes. They were the first real friends he had his age who didn't care about his family or social status, and people he could actually trust with personal secrets and details. <333

[Antonio F. Carriedo]

Favorite Videos/Songs
* normal are videos
italicized are songs

General Hetalia
Suit & Tie

Ladies
I am woman

BTT
Dude looks like...
Trouble (thanks to Mona!)


FACE Family
Surrender


Spamano
It's Disgusting - Kesha
Leave Me Alone (I'm Lonely)
Look Through my Eyes
Girl Like That (thanks to Puchi!)
This is Love


German Bros
Glorious

[Antonio F. Carriedo]

Already having his kitten he and Alfred rescued, the combined cuteness with Lovi would leave Antonio with hundreds of photos on his phone. He shows his friends said photos constantly with the same sense of excitement each time, never dying because wow cute overload.

If Feli was also there?

THOUSANDS OF PHOTOS. SHORT CIRCUITING AT CUTE DAILY.

[Alfred F. Jones]

*fluffs the pillows in the pillow fort*

This is Mona's fault.

SPOILER: Click to show

For years, Alfred had hated his birthday.

Not because he didn't like the day, but because...well, he was very much reminded of his twin on that day. He was reminded of all the horrible things he did.

But not this year.

Alfred was up at the crack of dawn. He hummed as he pulled out flour and eggs and sugar and food coloring. Food coloring. Blue and red and green and yellow and every single color imaginable under the sun.

Alfred was not a chef. Or a baker. Or a cook. He did not bake, not because he didn't want to, but because baking meant watching the oven channel for what seemed like forever and Alfred could never sit around that long.

But today, today he would bake his ass off.

Two hours later, there was the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. “Gooooooood morning!” Alfred said excitedly. Matthew blinked.

“What are you doing?” his brother asked suspiciously. Matthew yawned, covering his mouth. “Why are you even up so—”

Alfred thrust the cake forwards, a proud smile on his face. It was blue and red and white and green and yellow and candles decorated it. In sloppily done icing were the words “Happy Birthday Matthew!”

Understanding dawned on Matthew's face. “Al did you really...” His eyes shown brightly and Alfred couldn't help but feel happy. He was just so goddamn happy. He was here and Mattie was here and it was their birthday and...

“Al, why do I smell something burning?”

...Oops.

[Antonio F. Carriedo]

Antonio does in fact have the stereotypical skills with an acoustic guitar, as well as the ownership of one uwu on quiet afternoons/evenings he may pull it out and strum away, perhaps even softly sing a tune. He just hasn't played FOR anyone in a long time.

[Antonio F. Carriedo]

yELLS ABOUT THESE CUTE BANNERS A FRIEND DID FOR ME ;w;

[Kylan Thomassen]

Ky needs this mug