Adorable ^-^

This video comes up on my recommendations all the time, finally I couldn't resist and made this edit.

Now Imagine him winning a singing contest with this song, playing lead guitar, all in punk attire. And he shocks many because they didn't know he could sing so damn good.

The name of the game is ask and you shall receive (So long as tumblr lets me post audio)

This is the true British anthem everyone knows that and he KILLED it no pun intended.

Mp3s on discord Posting for Entertainment only England made by me

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i always get so excited whenever i see a follower notification... only to find out it's a bot. very disappointing and annoying

Not my usual post, I just wanted to mention how there are so many Bots on here now. What the hell :( And ads... More ads then posts More bots than users  That’s what is seems like I’ve been on here since 2015 and my god it’s went downhill Or maybe that’s just me

Aph tales of child England part 4

Wales and England are standing in a filed across from each other, and Wales is holding his mothers old spell book and a wand.  This is becuase earlier England had asked (more like begged) his older brother to teach him black magic and demon summoning spells. so all afternoon Wales taught him the wonders of magic, and it was going good..... for a while. Wales: “All right England, now we’re going to summon some attack demons~! *Steps closer to his brother, and makes direct eye contact” “But I'll warn you, If you don’t do this right, they will turn on you.” England: *nervous expression* “uhhhh...Wales, I've decided that-”  Wales: “And they’ll have your head!! England: “oh.....um..” Wales: * moves back” but it’ll be alright! you’ve been doing great so far, so this nothing you can’t handle.  England figures there’s no way out of this, so he takes a deep breath and tells his brother he’s ready for anything.  Wales smiles and shows him how to do the the spell, waving his wand in a single motion while chanting. He summons more than a dozen attack demons and commands them to attack a foraging bore. Once it’s been killed, they retreat back to him and Wales sends them away, all the demons vanish and he turns to the face the small boy who has and expression of pure astonishment plastered on his face.  wales: “Now England, Your turn. *Hands his the wand” England: okay....here I go....*deep breath* ~Later~ Scotland: “Do ye think we have enough fire wood for the night? Ireland: “I believe so. It’s not too dark yet, the suns still peeking behind the hills over there, so we can come back and get extra.” Ireland: “......Say...Is it just me lose marbles or is there a screaming child approaching us?” Scotland: *Looks toward the approaching scream*  “Ho-ly shit...” England races by the two, screaming louder than a  Banshee Behind him are over 200 hundred pissed off attack demons and at the very end of the line is Wales. Wales: “HOW?!?” centeries later  Wales: “Oh!..you have a spell book! You still practice black magic? How lovely.” England: “Ah yes, and I've greatly improved!”  Wales: “Do show little brother!’ England: Alright then! Prepare yourself for a show!” *He opens the book and chants, managing to show off a few spells. Wales watches feeling impressed and proud, a smile on his face. Wales: *Claps* “Wonderful!! But um...was Russia part of the act?” England: “No!...Ehem..Haven't been able to work around that quit yet but-”

Wales: “OH! Do this one next!” England: “okay!” ~~~~~~                       ~~~~~~~~~~ *Scotland and Ireland are just leaving a restaurant. They head down the street, Ireland is blabbering away while his elder brother partially listens*. 

Ireland: IF I had it my way, that guy would be paying ME the 20 pounds, not the other way around, However! He did get 20 pounds in the face so I'd say he and I are just about, what is that fuckin’ noise??” *Both look to see what’s behind them then immediately after sprint down the street, with England, Wales, and One thousand attack demons close behind. Ireland: “FUCKIN’ HELL!!” Wales: “Precisely” :) Ireland: “HOW DID YA MANAGE TO GET WORSE??” England: “I don’t KNOW!!!”  Scotland: “YE TWAT!” England: *Starts angrily crying*

Aph England: friend from long ago.

England: “Ah! Mrs. Fernsby Why, I haven't seen you in what feels like ages, You’re looking as beautiful as ever, how are you this evening?

Mrs. Fernsby: “Oh Arthur enough with the flattery. It’s nice to see you again, I’ve been well, much better now that I'm no longer sick.”

England: “That’s wonderful to hear! Although... my dear you still are rather pale are you certain you’re alright?” Mrs. Fernsby: “That’s just because I haven’t been out in the sun, my... I haven't been out in a long while”      *She lightly Chuckles while sheepishly putting a hand over her mouth* "I suppose I've become quite the homebody." England: *Chuckles as well* Mrs. Fernsby: “But you need not worry about me anymore. I believe I've told you this last we spoke” She smiles and waves a finger at him playfully, as he scratches the back of his head and glances to the ground, feeling silly for forgetting what she told him, And even more so for forgetting the reason as to why she told him not to fret. England: “My bad Miss, I can sometimes be stuck in the past and uhh.. well,  it takes me a while to return to the proper era” *another small chuckle*  Mrs. Fernsby: It’s alright Arthur, I know it can be difficult for you to let go of the days that are long gone. And to say farewell to the people of the past, who can only return to you at times like these. May I ask....Am I easier to see when you wish to escape? England:  *He pause's for a moment, taken a back by her words, then a sad smile forms as he speaks.* "No my dear. it may seem as though You are all more visible when I'm upset, perhaps because I speak to you more, However, no matter my current emotional state, I can see you, and everyone else all the time. I can even see the phantoms of the buildings that once were, as if they too once lived and are haunting me along side the rest of you. England: “No my dear. I’m just simply a damned old man in a young looking body, who's lived for far too many centuries, keeping friends with those of whom father time has long taken from me. However-” France: Angleterre! mon ennemi! Can you stop your monologue to absolutely no one!? England: *Annoyed* “Damn frog” *He turns his attention back to Mrs. Fernsby as he raises a hand and places it on her shoulder*  “You should go back and rest love, till we meet again” With that she disappears, and he turns to yell at France, but before he is able to say a word, he is interrupted by a sudden fit of coughing. France walks over to him and places his hand on England’s back, to which it’s quickly swiped away and a look of defeat and offence is plastered on the frenchman's face. France: Fine! I won’t provide you comfort while you cough hysterically! England: I don’t need your damn comfort!!!  Anyway, I’d like to leave from this area now I've been here longer then I wanted. *He puts his hands in his trouser pockets and starts walking down the street* France: *walks beside him, Hand gestures galore  * Ah oui, talking to air- oh pardon! my mistake, one of your imaginary mint bunnies?. England: Actually it was an old friend of mine.  Mrs. Fernsby  remember her? AndFlyingMintBunnyIsRealYouTit France: How could I forget her, She was so lovely~ but.... you know she passed away in the 1880s right? England: Of course I know! Ever heard of a thing called ghosts? France: Oui! I have had my own experience's! And I- England starts another coughing fit, This one more violent than the last and it causes him to double over. This time he allows France to led him comfort, not that he could stop him anyway. When it was finally over England shakily raises back up with Frances assistance. France: That was pretty bad, Angleterre, and my goodness, you’re awfully pale Are you sure you’re alright? England: you need not worry about me anymore. I believe I've told you this last we spoke” France: *with a sad expression* Ah..Oui. How could I forget. (note: Mrs. Fernsby is someone I made up. And the endings meaning is a mystery that is left to the imagination, but I hope it made sense at the same time. )

Switzerland, Poland, England, Russia, and Romano It was a little hard to choose becuase I also love Turkey, Ukraine, Belgium, America, and all the Nordics, especially Finland, but these 5 have been my favourites for a long time now. Reblog your favs!

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stereotype's part 2

France: Oui!  I agree with these statements that monsieur Ireland has said, I too am more than just a  stereotype, I am France... *dramatic* but I am not the France everyone thinks of me as!

France:... *sigh* “Now I must go lie down, I just ate a croissant” *Lies down* England: “Stupid frog” France: *gets up*

stereotype’s part 1

(I wrote 2 versions of this, I’m not sure which i liked best so here’s both :D) (Version 1) Ireland: “I don’t give a shite what anyone is saying, I may be the nation of this land, but I am not like the rest of ya! I’m not a walkin’ Stereotype!” *Proceeds to turn around and completely contradict himself* (Version 2) Ireland: I don’t give a shite what anyone is saying, I may be a nation, but I am not like the rest of ya! I’m not a walkin’ Stereotype!” *turns around*  Ireland: “WELL FUCK!! TOP OF THE MORNIN TO YA PHILL!! HOW YA FACKIN BEEN!?!  YE OL’ BASTARD YA!  WANNA GO CATCH A DRINK AT THE PUB TONIGHT!?!

Scotland and Ireland are out for a walk, arguing about Ireland's social status.  Ireland: ”Listen! Just cause I don’t have any nation friends in particular that I hang out with, doesn't mean I don’t have any friends in general! I’m a friendly guy! I get around.” Scotland: “Uhh-huh” Ireland: ” I do!! You know that In talk to everyone!” Scotland: “ When yer not in a piss poor mood.” Ireland: ”Haha! Says the most unfriendly antisocial fucker there is. >:)” Scotland: “ Well... I’m social sometimes. ;)” Ireland: ” ANYWAY! I happen to know to a lot of my citizens They  are my friends!” Scotland: “Heh, What about the leprechaun?” Ireland: ” OH FUUUCK NO! That green chubby cheeked, goofy grinnin’ BASTARD!! Can kiss me lucky left boot as I kick em outta the damn atmosphere!” Scotland: okay, names drop em.” Ireland: ”Oh well there’s Marcel, Lefty, Mr. McLaughlin, Susan, Ol’ one eye, Lorain, Clover, Big Ted, Lacy..Haha I like Lacy a lot. Uhh.. Sean, Mrs. O’Neil, Sandy, PorkBelly, Buster...Busters such a happy lad... Bandit-” Scotland: “Are these people you met at the pub or the names of all the dogs came you across?” Ireland: ”Uhh.. Heheh.. A.. bit of both.. Mostly dogs..” Scotland: “ I rest my case.” Ireland: ” YA DON’T REST NOTHIN!!   Scotty! SCOTTY!! COME THE HELL BACK HERE! YE DIDN’T PROVE ANYTHING!! Ireland: “ OKAY SO I HAVE MORE FRIENDS THAT ARE DOGS!  I talk to the owners when I ask for permission to pet their pooch! That counts!!  I MAKE FRIENDS!! Scotland: *chuckles* Ireland: ” YOU’RE AN ASS! HEY!  HEY!! Stop walking so fast when I'm trying to shout at you from a distance!!  * Out of breath* “I’m going to the pub...” (Happy St Patrick's day!)

Dad of the year

*Child Scotland and Celt walking together* Scotland: *trips and faceplates* Celt: *turns... pauses..* “HA!” Scotland: >:( Scotland: *reaches out for help up* Celt: *Walks away*

Aph British isles. Blame Cupid

It's a quiet morning, the UK Bros are keeping to themselves. Scotland sits in his chair aggressively searching through the paper, tossing out all the Flyers trying to get to the actual news part. London is sitting in the chair nearby Scotland, closer to the kitchen entrance. He's sipping on a cup of tea, the tea cup decorated with pink, white, and red designs to correlate with the day. North is sitting in front of the TV watching specials, while England attempts to bake heart-shaped cookies in the kitchen. he's already added one too many eggs and has mistaken sugar for salt, adding in a cup of it to his batter and stirring it while he hums cheerfully. in the back room Wales is working on his spells. Is Peaceful Practice is suddenly halted as he listens closely, his pupils shrink with fear as he lowers his wand. Whispering to himself. Wales: "I can hear it... the footsteps are getting closer..... that stupid shirt rustling in the wind......"HE'S COMING!!  AND HE’S WEARING THE SHIRT!!” England:*Drops his batter on the ground* "Pardon!?" He ducks down behind the counter* North: "Run and hide lads!" *Scrambles away* London hides with England, and Scotland hides behind his chair.  Ireland bursts through the door, his hair an absolute mess, to the point where the Clover that he keeps tucked to the left side is hanging by a few strands of his Ginger locks. his face is flushed and covered in heart stamps and stickers, he stands there intoxicated in a bright green t-shirt, and screams. Then proceeds to say. Ireland: Sup fuckers! I mean, me dear brothers!  I haven’t seen ya in ages!!” London: “Gee, I wonder why!” England: *Shushes London* Ireland: Who want’s a ol’ big  smooch from yer old man Ireland!?  No isn’t an answer, ya see” *Points to his shirt* Scotland: “Piss off with yer tacky ass, kiss me I’m Irish t-shirt wearing, drunken self!” Ireland: “I love you too sco-tty!” * Starts marching towards Scotland* “By the way, It actually says, kiss me I’m Irish AND it’s V-day! The v could mean anything.” Scotland “What The FUCK! Ack! Don’t come near me!” *Backs up* Wales: ”Scotland no!!” Ireland: “Waaales!!” England: *Whispers to London nearby, with tears of fear in his eyes* I don't understand why he does this. I know he’s lonely, but he's a prick to us, especially me, all year round and then all of a sudden on this day and this day only he's affectionate. *Sniff* Why?! and Why must he be drunk?! London: "Truthfully I don't believe it's because he's drunk, he doesn’t act like this when he is. I'll bet you a Cupid sticks an arrow in his ass every year. England: "You think?" London: "He's always going on about seeing leprechauns and things like that, much like you, he's an utter nut bar." England: I am not!! London: *sighing* “unfortunately since we're his family we have to deal with it until tomorrow when he "Hates" us all again." Just then the two men realize it’s dead silent in the house, shortly after they feel breathing on the back of their necks, and hear the whisper of an Irishmen in their ears, both go pale.  Ireland: “happy Valentine's Day, time for you to join the others.” (Author note: Sorry I haven’t written anything in a while and for grammar and spelling error's. Hope this was enjoyable and a little funny.  Ohh Ireland, I love you and your antics, but please for your poor unaffectionate brothers sake, take the arrow out your cheeks and stop hugging/kissing them to death.  Lol happy valentines day.)  

You aph england is just plain hate fantasy and I've seen people of whatpad write with more subtlety

Not really.  He is a grump in Hetalia.  He fights/argues with a lot of the countries, and they make fun of him, as he does to them. Part of the humor in Hetalia as a whole is the countries being bitter to one another. Because of the grumpy old man side, as well as his soft side, I do adore him. however, I do not really write about his relationships with other nations, just his brothers. In British isles stance, though they are not in the show the British isles in real life have all not had a good history with England.  Many wars and fights. Ireland had to separate becuase of England (and the rest of the Uk I believe, not fully sure.) for many reasons, and the way I see Ireland as a aph character is to hold grudges, which is why he seems mean to England, but I see him also being too stubborn to tell him or any of his brothers he cares.  Scotland has a large amount of history and bitterness toward England in real life, but as a character I can see that he just refuses to show his kind side most of the time. And as for Wales and Northern Ireland, they do not hate England as much, and I know that they too have history, Not only with England but all of them have had bad history with each other.  I know this is long but i wanted to clear it up. The way i write England IS NOT to be a hate fantasy, I write him as he is in the show, but interacting with his BROTHERS. Siblings don’t always get along, especially these ones, the stereotypes and history making them clash,but they do love each other as brothers, and i have written a few things where they get along in a civil manner.  Thank you :)  

Very “happy” to see you

England: *Enters room. “ I have arrived!” Scotland: >:C Wales: >:( London:  >:-/ North: -_- Ireland:.....  :) *Gets up* England: “And i’m leaving!” Ireland: “Arthur.” Ireland:“Come back.” Ireland: “I just wanna talk. :) “

Aph same holiday same Ireland

It’s st Patricks day once again, and the Uk bros are all outside enjoying some take away that England claimed to the other gussets he cooked. And becuase of that statement that England is so gracelessly repeating to everyone, nobody but him wants to eat it. The party is going well, with France sipping on wine, America dressed in everything offensive to Ireland as a whole, Canada trying to figure out if the food is homemade or not, North is missing, Wales showing Sealand,Wy, and New Zealand some Magic, and London, 4th cup of tea in hand, continuing his hours long death stare in the corner at America for his idiotic behavior. Sadly the american hasn’t noticed yet, as he prances around racistly.  Scotland, who is sitting in a lawn chair with a whisky notices something off about the event and calls his bragging brother over. Scotland: “Oi! England! Quite telling Canada Shite he doesn’t care about and come here for a second.” England: *Turns head, looks at Scotland, frowns so hard he gets 80 years of wrinkles then walks over* England: “What the in the world do you want now!??” Scotland: “This feel off you ye?” England: “In what way?” Scotland: “Someones missing.” England: Well Canada’s right there i was just talking to hi-” Scotland: “NOT CANADA YOU UNOBSERVANT TWAT AN A HALF!” England” “I BEG PARDON!!” Scotland: “Fuck ye Pardons!! Ireland!! Where’s Ireland!??” England: “I don’t know!! And I could care less!” Scotland: “Go Find him! This is supposed to be some sort of Stupid Holiday excuses to drink for his land and country!” England:” Why do I have to find him??” Scotland: ”Why do I have to find him?” England:”Don’t you mock me you whiskey drinking Unicorn bastard!” France *From a distance* “That was the worst one in years” England: “SHUT IT!” Scotland: “Go find Ireland.” England: “I haven’t the slightest idea where he could be.  I’m bad at finding people and for all we know he may not have even shown up.  Actually yeah. He’s probably at home painting his house green and writing cuss words on his door in a cheeky manner.” Wales: “He’s inside.”  England: “Wha- Inside my house??” Wales: “yeah.” England: “When the hell did he get here?? I didn’t even see him!” Wales: “He arrived with me. He brought out the snacks too. Then flipped you off while walking inside.  your back was to him the entire time, which he did on purpose.”  England: “he purposely stayed behind me.” Wales: “And made a lot of lovely gestures in the process.” England:” Of course he did. >:(  *Sigh* .... well i suppose i’ll go get him then.” England leaves the two and enters his home. It’s not long before he spots his elder brother at the kitchen table. He is eerily quiet. England approaches puzzled. Normally Ireland would be up bustling around the room, keeping himself occupied with items, or cooking, since he was one of the only ones with skill in that department.    And if not, at the least he’d be singing loudly or talking to himself. But no.The only sound that was heard was England’s footsteps.  England: “Ireland...Are you feeling okay? why aren't you outside causing a scene? Or kicking America in the ass?” Ireland: “I’ve gone sober...England...I had to. she told me to.” England: “Sober?...who did? Who told you??” Ireland: ”Pink!!” England: “Who’s Pink??” Ireland: “She’s a singer England!” England: “You listen to Pink?!” Ireland:” You did!” England:” I did not!” Ireland: “Her song sober Spoke to me!! It came onto the radio and I just felt it’s message deep in my soul. So...I quit. I’m sober. Just like the song.” England:................. England:” I do adore how you’re telling me this with all the bottles spread apoun the table.” Ireland:”AH HAHAHA!! 

England: “You’ll never change will you.” Happy st Patrick's day~!!