Bertolt Hoover

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aw yeah kiddos get ready for a Soccer AU

believe it or not, this is none other than Bertolt Hoover himself. [: If i’m honest, then I’d admit that I only wanted to draw him with a snazzy haircut and brandishing his country’s World Cup uniform… but I’m not honest. so here ya go. 

          “Heh, it’s nice to know I’m good for something,” he quipped, a playful smirk haunting at his friend’s earlobe. Calloused fingertips found the smooth, dark expanse of skin exposed at Bertolt’s lower back, and played across it. Reiner knew that the brunet would prickle against his touch, and the corner of his mouth turned upward. “I think,” he said in a low, conniving voice, the kind of voice that always enticed Bertolt toward poor choices, “We need a little diversion.” Impish lips grazed against the tendons that strained at the thin, susceptible flesh of the taller male’s neck. “Whaddya say?”

Armin and Bertholdt team up to study for their next history test which will be about the beginning of the Roman Empire, starting with Caesar’s ascend to power. On a passage of one of his allies, Marcus Licinius Crassus, Bertholdt gets slightly creeped out by Armin’s sense of humor:

"Did you know that he was on of the wealthiest Romans of his time and that he was killed by having molten gold poured down his throat? How ironic is that!"