Snack Time

Snack time

It’s been a while since I posted! 

Here’s some drawing I did for work! Good day!

@weekofhetalia gift for @kagamimocchi. There was a lot of room to come up with something between the prompt: Human AU and pairing: no major pairings.

Hope you like Russia/Monaco at the Casino.

sorry russia’s haircolour went wrong. coloured it by the wrong kind of light.

Hetaween 2019 Day 10 Tragic

Johan felt numb and ignored his friends’ kind gestures, like a hand on his shoulder or their gentle words. Nothing truly reached him anymore and staring over their shoulders, he saw Henri.

How did they believe he could look after him? He could only hope to find Emma one day. It was his fault he let her walk out alone, dressed as little red riding hood to meet her big bad wolf.

Hetaween 2019 Day 2 Mystic creatures

Maddie stared at the creature with an open mouth. It strange movements too close to that of a human to be mistaken for any kind of animal, she might have to apologise to her brother for not believing him about bigfoot before.

Still, it was entirely possible that Alfred was using state of the art technology from his government to prank her. If she ever found out that was what is happening now right before her eyes, she would superglue a monkey mask to his face while he was asleep.

Hetaween 2019 Day 7 Bloody Halloween

“You’re such an idiot, why did you try to carve such a complicated design into the pumpkin anyway?” The man asked, his French accent heavy while he bandaged his friend’s bloody hand.

The other blond looked away from the wound on his hand, softly mumbled. “America is coming over to celebrate Halloween at my house this year, and he always makes such a big deal of this holiday.”

The Frenchman sighed as he finished bandaging the shallow wound and said, “I did not know you still cared this much.

Hetaween 2019 Day 9 Dolls

He had only meant to give his dear Lily a present she would love.

How could he have known the beautiful, but lifelike doll would scare Liesl so much that she was no longer comfortable in her own room and preferred to sleep in her brother’s bedroom.

The doll would be gone tomorrow, before she was even awake, and replaced with a gift that would make his little sister happy instead of frightened.