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I don’t need to know japanese to understand this…and laugh! It’s so cute ♥
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Art by ducere; here’s the requested story! :D Poor answering machine.
Evening
A low sun casts shadows through the window in the near-empty room, yet it’s still enough to read by and until that sun finally sets, that’s exactly what Lukas intends on doing by its light this evening.
The chair itself is comfy, new, and not (despite the Dane’s teases) from Ikea. Instead it had been hand-made for the room by Berwald; the rest of the furniture was still in the Swede’s workshop, the walls unfinished, the floor unpolished.
But as it is at this moment, the study almost feels complete already with its one chair that Lukas reclines in, legs bent over an arm as he makes to turn a page. The ground had been wet out, morning showers that would thankfully leave the air less humid tomorrow, not that the Norwegian minded; he loves the morning rain that gives way to this sort of clear sky, no clouds blocking the watercolor God’s painting as the sun makes its way to bed. His boots had needed to come out of the back of the closet anyway, jeans still tucked in.
The book itself was engrossing, an old Danish thing Christen had brought along with Emil’s gift of a new sweater. Lukas had found he rather liked the gift, wearing it over one of his red t-shirts, sleeves pushed up to keep them out of the way. So far he’s yet to spill coffee on the cream sweater; it had been a good week.
In the distance the phone rings, Lukas turning another page and letting his answering machine do the work. Several messages are left, one right after another, ranging from panic to quiet anger to everything in between.
“Hey Lukas! Christen. Listen, I know we’re meeting up next week but could I pop in Friday for coffee? I’ve got some good news! See ya, love ya!”
“Hey Lukas, Christen again. I didn’t think you’d be out but if you are I don’t have to come Friday, I’ll come Saturday, ok? Just want to hear your voice. Love ya!”
“Lukas are you purposely ignoring me? I didn’t do anything!”
“Lukas, that damned Dane keeps calling me. He’s convinced you either hate him or are dead, and won’t leave me alone. He thought I’d have better luck though I told him I would talk to you tomorrow when I come by with the drawings for your study’s desk. Let me know if you don’t want to talk to him and I’ll convince him you are in fact dead. Again. Till then beloved.”
“Lukas please don’t be dead! I’d hate myself if you were dead!”
“That fucking Dane has called me three times already, Brother, asking if you’re mad at him, so call him back because I’m not dealing with this shit.”
“Hi Lukas, Timo calling, although you probably already knew that. Well, um, I had some papers somewhere here- oh crap, where’d they go? Oh well, they’ll turn up. They were papers about the meeting next week, I thought we could discuss them before that- hold on, I’m getting another call. Eh, that was it really that I had to say, have a good night!”
“Hi Lukas, Timo again. Christen said you’re dead? If that’s the case I guess you don’t have to call me back. I’ll call Berwald and confirm.”
“Lukas, that damned Dane has now called me, Emil, and Timo multiple times. What the fuck are you doing? I know you’re home, probably dancing around naked with coffee or something. Call me before I actually start to worry beloved?”
The Norwegian nation curls his toes, arching his back like a cat, before starting the next chapter in the book. Berwald could wait a few minutes before he called him back, and Christen could use a lesson on patience. Lukas had forgotten how much enjoyed his evenings off.
How much I love you girl!!!, you spoil me! *u* I could, totally, imagine the whole scene
Dancing naked? probably singing A-HA xD
You spoil me, I spoil you, it’s a wonderful circle of Nordicness. :D
Give Lukas a little coffee with some vodka, some real trashy, dirty American rap blasting through the speakers, and that’s why he doesn’t give out keys to his front door anymore.
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vuri:
Switzerland, Cuba, Latvia, Cameroon and Vietnam.
Two questions answered in one. I suppose Switzerland really isn’t as “underrated” as the others, but I think he’s surprisingly unpopular considering that he’s been around for such a long time, is in a good amount of strips, is pretty, is a tsundere, and has a thing for guns. Shouldn’t all that rack up a pretty hefty stack of moe points? But then again, this is the first time I drew him too (first time drawing all these characters, I think), even though I like him a lot, so hmm… I debated between Switzerland or Egypt, but I’ve drawn Egypt before.
The heights are likely wrong; I was lazy and just guessed. They were initially floating head doodles and not meant to be occupying the same ground plane anyway.
I was direly tempted to stick Romania, Bulgaria and India in there - but I’m already planning to draw them in other pictures, so they can wait.
Aw Latvia :D
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vuri:
Alliances may come and go, but a cheesesteak won’t desert you.
And the cheesesteak doesn’t mind at all if you also get your groove on with burgers, fries, burritos, hoagies, bagels, nachos, sloppy joes, subs, fried chicken, waffles, chips, homefries, tacos, gyros, pretzels, doughnuts, chicken nuggets, potstickers, funnel cakes, onion rings and every other succulent deep-fried temptation that catches your eye. Cheesesteak holds no jealousy in its heart; only deliciousness.
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Cheesesteaks forever! (Even though I can’t eat them.)
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Art by ducere; here’s the requested story! :D Poor answering machine.
Evening
A low sun casts shadows through the window in the near-empty room, yet it’s still enough to read by and until that sun finally sets, that’s exactly what Lukas intends on doing by its light this evening.
The chair itself is comfy, new, and not (despite the Dane’s teases) from Ikea. Instead it had been hand-made for the room by Berwald; the rest of the furniture was still in the Swede’s workshop, the walls unfinished, the floor unpolished.
But as it is at this moment, the study almost feels complete already with its one chair that Lukas reclines in, legs bent over an arm as he makes to turn a page. The ground had been wet out, morning showers that would thankfully leave the air less humid tomorrow, not that the Norwegian minded; he loves the morning rain that gives way to this sort of clear sky, no clouds blocking the watercolor God’s painting as the sun makes its way to bed. His boots had needed to come out of the back of the closet anyway, jeans still tucked in.
The book itself was engrossing, an old Danish thing Christen had brought along with Emil’s gift of a new sweater. Lukas had found he rather liked the gift, wearing it over one of his red t-shirts, sleeves pushed up to keep them out of the way. So far he’s yet to spill coffee on the cream sweater; it had been a good week.
In the distance the phone rings, Lukas turning another page and letting his answering machine do the work. Several messages are left, one right after another, ranging from panic to quiet anger to everything in between.
“Hey Lukas! Christen. Listen, I know we’re meeting up next week but could I pop in Friday for coffee? I’ve got some good news! See ya, love ya!”
“Hey Lukas, Christen again. I didn’t think you’d be out but if you are I don’t have to come Friday, I’ll come Saturday, ok? Just want to hear your voice. Love ya!”
“Lukas are you purposely ignoring me? I didn’t do anything!”
“Lukas, that damned Dane keeps calling me. He’s convinced you either hate him or are dead, and won’t leave me alone. He thought I’d have better luck though I told him I would talk to you tomorrow when I come by with the drawings for your study’s desk. Let me know if you don’t want to talk to him and I’ll convince him you are in fact dead. Again. Till then beloved.”
“Lukas please don’t be dead! I’d hate myself if you were dead!”
“That fucking Dane has called me three times already, Brother, asking if you’re mad at him, so call him back because I’m not dealing with this shit.”
“Hi Lukas, Timo calling, although you probably already knew that. Well, um, I had some papers somewhere here- oh crap, where’d they go? Oh well, they’ll turn up. They were papers about the meeting next week, I thought we could discuss them before that- hold on, I’m getting another call. Eh, that was it really that I had to say, have a good night!”
“Hi Lukas, Timo again. Christen said you’re dead? If that’s the case I guess you don’t have to call me back. I’ll call Berwald and confirm.”
“Lukas, that damned Dane has now called me, Emil, and Timo multiple times. What the fuck are you doing? I know you’re home, probably dancing around naked with coffee or something. Call me before I actually start to worry beloved?”
The Norwegian nation curls his toes, arching his back like a cat, before starting the next chapter in the book. Berwald could wait a few minutes before he called him back, and Christen could use a lesson on patience. Lukas had forgotten how much enjoyed his evenings off.
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I’ve drawn Germany and Netherlands before (several times each, in fact, though not all posted here), but never Macau. Let’s all welcome Macau into the fold, eh guys? ≖‿≖
Man I’m slow. Alright, on to the next questions!
ETA: Oops - had this flipped the wrong way. Fixed; now Netherlands’ scar and Macau’s hair part should be on the correct side.
Macau, I have a soft spot for you.
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Luckily Quest for Camelot was my jam as a kid! I hope this is alright - I think I know the piece you’re talking about but I didn’t want to make it too similar, you know, so I changed it quite a bit. :)
I don’t have the patience to watch the little pixels of Romaheta, but I think the fanart is absolutely beautiful, so thank you for giving me the opportunity to draw some!
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Ngh, YES.
