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Member: 甘夏

aphgreece:

Pixiv ID: 15967025
Member: 甘夏

Bruges, Belgium

Bruges, Belgium

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enimismado:

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writes sad spabel for spabel week ( tho its not for coup of days so i wont tag it as that yet )

under the readmore

im like really early on this okay and i suck at write so ples be gentle i am tiny babby ( tags my princess alex too cus )

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One Week Away!

spabelweek:

Reminder:

SpaBel Week is Just 1 WEEK AWAY!!!

I’m still really pumped for it!!!! But also a bit worried finishing all my prompt entries on time.

Anyway, I can’t wait~! Just 7 more days!!!

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Hope you’ll join in on the event~♥!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*For those of you who still have no idea what I’m talking about: SpaBel Week Ad~♥

Also don’t forget:

To post entries under the #SpaBel Week tag so that they’ll be easier to find and be featured on (reblogged by) the SpaBel Week Blog.

Event also happening at my Group: SpaBel on DeviantART {http://spabel.deviantart.com/}

broken wings or in the storm with spabel?

flavihoe:

[how about I do in the storm bc why not]

The rain came down hard on the rooftop, but the sound of it was rather relaxing to Femke. She sipped her warm cup of tea and closed her eyes for the moment as she sat next to the fireplace. Her brother was gone for the day on some business, so she was alone. She hoped that he had found shelter in the rain or that he was still okay in this weather. He had gone on horse so hopefully neither he nor the horse were hurt. It was really dark and the thunder was really loud, so who knows if the storm got worse.

Her eyes suddenly opened when she heard frantic knocking on the door and placed down her tea cup before standing up and immediately walking over to the door. Her brother had always warned her to not open the door if she didn’t know who it was, but it was too dark for her to look out the window to check who it was. And what if it was a poor stranger who was caught in the rain? It would be terribly rude for her to let them stay outside! They could catch a cold!

Slowly unlocking the door and turning the brass door handle, she peeked outside and saw a figure standing outside. She blinked and opened the door wider, helping when thunder clapped loudly and lightning flashed across the sky. “O-oh! C-come in, mister, you’ll catch a cold if you stand outside!” She said, not letting the person even explain theirselves. She moved away and hurried to grab a towel for them and to prepare them some hot tea to warm themselves up.

The figure walked in and walked towards the fire place, revealing their identity. It was a young man with wet curly brown hair and shining green eyes. He smiled sheepishly at Femke before pulling off his coat. “I’m sorry, señorita, for startling you. I couldn’t find somewhere to stay since the inn was full. But thank you for letting me in.” He said, his voice thick with a Spanish accent. Femke only nodded and handed him the towel before gesturing for him to sit down.

"You’re welcome… I couldn’t let you stay outside in the cold, unforgiving rain!" She said before sitting down and taking a sip of her tea. The Spanish man laughed slightly before nodding, sitting down as well and carefully picking up the tea cup.

"Bless your kind heart!" He exclaimed as he took a sip and placed the cup down to use the towel to dry his wet hair. "My name is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo! What is your name, kind woman~?" He asked, glancing around the room to admire the photographs on the walls.

"Femke… May I ask what you were doing outside at this hour?" The Belgian woman asked, curious as to what Antonio had to say. The man nodded eagerly and began to tell her about his travels, catching her interest. She could happily say that he was a good story teller and very lovely company. She made him promise that even after he left, he would come back to tell her more stories. Antonio only laughed and agreed, seeing that he would always want to come back to talk to the lovely and kind woman.

pinkcrest:

here’s Spain/Belgium~! One of my hetalia otp <3
and my part of art trade from deviantart

pinkcrest:

here’s Spain/Belgium~! One of my hetalia otp <3

and my part of art trade from deviantart