So.. hey - whoever is reading this. In case you hadn’t noticed I haven’t been active for quite some time.

Truth is; I didn’t have so many to rp with(two), I have a hard time interacting with people and approaching others when I had no rp ideas made it very very hard for me to do so… So I got bored. lonely. I love rp’ing but I want stuff to happen. I want AU’s, brilliant ideas, plots. But I barely have any myself but I miss rp’ing an awful lot. So I dunno guys.. are any of you interested in seeing the young bookshop owner interacting again? or… should I just let it die out?))

Anonymous:

Is it possible to draw Alfred and Fem!America together dressed in clothes from the 1920’s? Like Fem!Ame can be dressed as a flapper and Alfred can be dressed nice and dandy, looking spiffy and jazzy. With a saxophone maybe v w v Up to you, miss.

(Source: gilberts-tits)

(Source: usuk-a-day)

douchehat:

alfredthebookshopowner:

Alfred rolled around, as the little cat he was. “Oh my god I can’t take it! So funny! Okay okay Matt… you can wake up again.” He rolled back on to his stomach and watched the dog wake up.

Like he hadn’t just dropped to the floor, sleeping heavily with a slight snore, the dog’s eyes opened and he blinked. The he glared over at the feline. “That’s not fucking funny!” He growled getting up on all four again.

"Oh yes. That is totally funny and if it can hold you from leaving I am going to use it against you." He got back up on four, swayed the tail gracefully and mockingly around. Alfred nuzzled his face against the dog with a little annoying purr.

(Source: elvevann)

sir-pimp-master-arthur:

alfredthebookshopowner:

sir-pimp-master-arthur:

“I know you aren’t of course. But the other Alfreds can be quite dense and probably never read or anything of the sort. Talk about annoying.” He huffed lightly. “But I’m glad I finally found one that’s quiet, nice, and smart. It’s a really nice change of pace.”

Alfred chuckled. “Don’t judge a book by its cover Art.” He kissed him on the cheek and looked around, watching the stores. “I can be loud at times though - ‘m not always quiet.”

“I know you’re not always quiet Alfred, don’t forget we live together and all.” He looked at the shops along with the other, looking a bit happy as they past a jewelry store. Maybe one day. He thought to himself.

He laughed a bit and nudged the other gently at the shoulder. “Yet you still haven’t seen me at my worst.” Alfred noted shortly the look on Arthur’s face and turned his attention toward what he was looking at. A loving smile crossed his face and he squeezed his hand a bit.

douchehat:

alfredthebookshopowner:

douchehat:

alfredthebookshopowner:

douchehat:

alfredthebookshopowner:

Alfred looked at him with a very confused expression. “Wwhat just happened?” He asked the other though he wasn’t expecting a clear answer since the other looked just as confused as he did.

“More of this crap!?” Matt’s face screwed up in frustration. As if it wasn’t enough he was stuck as a dog, now he had to fucking fall asleep constantly or some shit. He walked around himself in frustration, cursing in every language he could think of. 

Alfred sat down, observing the dog walk around barking curses at everything. It was sort of amusing to be honest. He just waited for the other to finish up and calm down. Alfred sighed slightly.

Matt growled and cursed. He heard the other sigh and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “What are you sighing at? It’s not you who drops out cold!” He snapped, getting tired of these anon things.

Alfred burst out in laughter, rolling on the floor. “Oh this is rich! So freaking rich I can’t believe it!” He turned back onto his stomach. “Does it happen when I say your name? Matt?”

Matt was just about to growl at the other when at the mention of his name made him drop out cold with little to no warning.

Alfred rolled around, as the little cat he was. “Oh my god I can’t take it! So funny! Okay okay Matt… you can wake up again.” He rolled back on to his stomach and watched the dog wake up.

hetalia-all-the-way:

*cries because of feels*