cover art by max_eera on Twitter There's a war going on throughout the 8 nations, and King Kaeya has a proposal (quite literally) for his Seneschal, Albedo. very rushed and I don't like this but whateva Also, Kaeya doesn't wear his eyepatch in this. Why would he need to yk? update so this was less slow burn than intended because I got impatient...

The backstory of how a once beloved nation fell into ruin and how she rose from the depths to claim her throne once more. (Inspired by my favorite anime, Hetalia) Authors Notes: In this, it is canon that Astraea is shipped with (aka paired) with Alfred F Jones, aka America.

I wasn't always like this... The stitches on my mouth, the blood-red hue to my eyes, everything about me...an experiment. They tested every night. To try and create the perfect spy. My hair turned from white, to black within 30 minutes of testing. My eyes went from a cloudy blue to a blood-red. I screamed as my teeth turned into fangs, my whole body changing along with it. As I suffocated, one of the many 'doctors' tried to knock me out as of it were surgery only so he could get in my pants. Out of my new found instinct, I broke free from the straps that held me. Took out all the needles one by one. It wasn't until I found a huge one i smirked, I stabbed him right in his neck. Watching the blood flow and his body fall... He looked at me, scared and afraid, holding his neck with his hand, trying to stay alive. I chuckled, looking at his music box he was going to play. I opened it and began to sing the last verse. "My name is Haven, You will die..."

You were walking along the beach with a heavy heart. You had recently had been dumped by your now ex-mate sprite Sollux Captor, all because he simply fell out of love of you, for someone else...you kicked the ground in frustration and utter agony, remembering all the beautiful times you two had spent together, tearing up, you sigh and look down at the sand, you see a rock and pick it up, it was shining very brightly, it reminded you too much of him, so you threw the rock into the ocean, only to hear something near the surface. Inching closer to the shore, careful not to get wet, (it was late at night and you couldn't exactly see well in the dark) once a bit closer, you saw bubbles coming up on the surface, and not long after, you saw a purple steak in the water, then a head, it's violet-irises staring a you, with a cold, death glare. "Stupid landwwellar". You cross your arms. "Hey, that's not very nice." The figure scoffs. "Wwell neither is gettin hit on the fuckin head."