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“Cheers t’ that, matey!” “Abraham, shut up. I’m trying to make dinner in this hell you call a kitchen.”

And here we have Abraham(Republic of Pirates) and Ezrena(The Bahamas) on Abraham’s ship! With outdated cooking equipment and bedding! You bet that tree falls over at least once a day.

Antonio: Arthur what does this word mean? 

 Arthur, not looking up from his book: Je ne parle Anglais. 

*squints* @daretobeking I know that’s you. Come ask me for SKott content off anon you coward.

SwissAus/Edelweiss/Swisstria are actually considered a rarepair so that’s obviously my favourite lol.

But since I know exactly what you want from me and I’m just stalling...

Francis is one of those teachers that tries to get people pumped up at the beginning of class by getting them to dance, but it's the cringey 60s-70s disco era dances so everyone is rolling on the floor laughing by the end of it and he strikes dramatic pose like “Are you ready for la classe de français?”

Weekly prompt from the HETALIA DISCORD SERVER!

England can deal with very cold temperatures, but melts in anything above 80*F (26*C)

Arthur squinted in the early morning sun as he emerged from his quarters. In his opinion, it was far too early to be awake and up, but that was how things were. After a moment of processing what was going on, the Brit's emerald eyes widened as he stared at the Spaniard moving gracefully around his deck, his jaw on the floor. "W-what the bloody hell are you doing?" He choked out as he managed to wrestle his awestruck expression into a scowl, his cheeks gaining a pink tint.

"Dancing," Antonio replied simply, spinning around and dipping his imaginary partner as he looked up to the pirate captain. "You should practice too; we're going to the Spanish Court. You speak good enough French, but you have to act like you belong too." At the end of his sentence, the brunet turned on his heel, back into the formation of the dance.

Arthur rolled his eyes and made no move to join the Prince, but made no move to divert his attention either. He couldn't even if he tried. "What are you dancing to?" He asked slowly, his curiosity getting the best of him. He had stopped gawking, thank god, but he still couldn't draw his eyes away.

"Typical waltzes, but I much prefer the dances you find in southern Spain. They're the kinds that are free-er and faster." Antonio replied, looking up from where he as bowing to his imaginary partner, "Care to learn?" 

The invitation was gentle, like the hand that was offered in the Englishman's direction. Arthur felt his cheeks heat up again as he thought about the connotations of such an activity between two men before he realized that he was on the open ocean with men who couldn't care less. Part of him still acted and thought like he was in England, he guessed. 

Sensing his hesitation, Antonio pleaded with him. "One dance?" He asked, widening his olive eyes in the hope of using his looks to his advantage.