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headingalaxys-sweet · 6 days

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I got a super fluffy ask on my spicier blog so I wanted to share here!

I'd love to see Finland 🇫🇮, Denmark 🇩🇰, and/or Spain 🇪🇸 with a reader who just got her first book published, a non fiction book wanting to help people through loss. Please and thank you! 💖💖

Thank you so much for your patience! I hope you enjoy this one. I tried to make it as heartfelt as possible!

🇩🇰 Denmark 🇩🇰

You’d been staring at the computer screen until you heard some footsteps racing up your stairs. It only took you two seconds to figure out who the foot pattern belonged to.

“Y/N! Y/N! IT’S ME! LET ME IN! I HEARD- I SAW THE NEWS! LET ME IN! LET ME IN!”

From being still like an Edvard Erikson statue to your movement becoming fluid like water, you practically sprinted to your door. Once you opened the door to greet him, you were engulfed by the mid-afternoon air and muscles sculpted in the northern frost. Mathias had you caged in a bear hug and spun you around several times until you were dizzy.

“You did it y/n! You did it! I told you that simply going for it was a good idea!”

“Haha thanks Mathias!” You were choked up with laughter and relief.

Mathias carried you to your living room. You were kind of shaky, but you still couldn’t believe you followed through and finished. Your heart fluttered with joy, and you were glad to be done.

“I knew you had that spark!” He sat you down so he could inspect your face. You still had heavy bags that sat beneath your eyes. They bore the weight of all the emotions you poured out while you wrote. You swam into the depths of your soul so you could inspect its contents. The jagged rocks that lurked in the darkened waters represented all of the heartaches you’ve ever had to overcome. However sharp, it at least did not cause you to become bitter. The journeys you go through when your heart shatters under the heavy pressuring weight in the ocean of sorrow. Thinking about writing about your experiences with the ocean made tears form in the corners of your eyes.

Mathias quickly wiped away your tears as soon as they began their dissent. His bright blue hues intertwined with your darkened (eye color) that was being affected by a storm that was brewing in the distance. Mathias will share his sweet words to try to ease the incoming storm.

He’s going to plan a fun night to help you decompress from the stress of publishing a book that requires emotional energy.

He’ll want to take you to Tivoli Gardens. The number of jokes will be high because his goal for the night will be to ensure you have an amazing night. He will grab your arm and….

“OOOOOOH! Y/N! Y/N! LETS GO ON ‘THE GALLEY SHIPS AND PRETEND WE’RE VIKINGS!” He’d already bought both of you 5ft long glow sticks so you could have a sword fight there and on the way to other rides. He playfully booped your nose and forehead and slapped your legs and arms playfully with his bright ice-blue stick. You occasionally parry his offenses with your cherry-red glow stick.

Some will raise their eyebrows at his saccharine silliness. It painted the sky shades of deep pinks & reds and decorated it with vibrant flowers.

After that, he’ll escort you to the Star Flyer. He wanted the day to be fun and like a fairytale, and what better way to do that than to be on high swinging chairs? He grabs ice cream with you on your way there. You allow yourself to be fully immersed in the cotton candy daydream bubble that you were in for a while. It’s not like you got to be here often so what would the rush be?

Mathias’ bright smile seemed to have stolen a few beams of sun so that you could radiate sunlight right from his perfect teeth. He happily skips along as he thwacks you one more time gently on top of your head.

“Come on Y/N let’s hurry! Last one there loses!” He dashes off with a swift head start.

Once you’ve made it to the swings and prepared for take-off, you knew you wouldn’t have a voice. You knew you’d lose the ability to speak by the time you were done screaming your head off. Mathias adored screaming while being spun high in the air. He was like a happy Broholmer who had way too much caffeine.

As you descend back to earth, Matthias will grab your hand and decide which attraction you want to visit next. You pick a rollercoaster. You wanted to be alive! You felt alive!

Mathias will deliver when it comes to the best rides that keep you interested. The rest of the evening will be magical. He’ll show you all the best rides to suit your inner adrenaline junkie. You’ll wander around the park for a little while as you’ve been struck by the fantasy haze that has bright pastel yellows, purples, and blues.

🇫🇮 Finland 🇫🇮

He sent you a text to come over on Saturday morning for a fun get-together. He knew you well enough to make your favorite meals & snacks. Tino will have your favorite movies on DVD and have an aesthetically pleasing 500-piece puzzle for you to solve. He knows you tend to be overwhelmed about incoming critic reviews & to some extent what others think. However, Tino was ready for that. He knew your gentle heart well.

You were around the corner from Tino’s place when your heart began to pump insanely quick. Your palms were sweaty and you’d forgotten to text that you were on the way. This hangout was the only way you’d be able to distract yourself. Your publishing company dropped your book physically in shops, online, and for a Netflix exclusive content that would be read against a soothing star lit background. It had only been out for three hours or so and public opinion was beginning to pour in.

‘What if what they think what I wrote is dumb?’

‘What if it doesn’t make sense or is gibberish to those who read it?’

‘What if people think it’s too sappy?’

You pulled out your phone to check the time. It had been only a short while since the announcement was dropped. The IG post had hundreds of comments and thousands of likes. However you still hesitated at looking at the comment section even with the thousands of likes.

‘What if they’re all hate comments?’ Was another worried question that had crossed your mind. But you were eager to see what people were saying and the first impressions of your book. As you were about to jump down the rabbit hole a familiar voice dragged you back into the physical reality.

“Y/N! Y/N! Why are you just standing there staring at your phone? Come in before you & the (favorite hot comfort food) gets cold!” The cheer and warmth in his voice beckoned to you. As you pried your eyes away from your phone it remained in your hand. You dashed towards the door to greet him and hand him the wine you’d bought for him. You knew it was customary to treat your host with a nice gift of sorts when you visited them.

You were glad to see Tino. You needed him to help you stave off he rabid thoughts that the earned to devour you.

“Thanks Y/N. I have some cute bunny slippers for you. Now you can really be cozy whenever you’re at my home.” He exidely hands you the soft slippers with large ears that pointed up to 90 degrees. The beady eyes had a pristine shine to them.

“You’re too sweet thanks Tino.~” You slipped them on immediately after you took your shoes off. The plushy fabric supported you as you followed him inside. Something about being in Tino’s home always put you at ease. Tino swiftly grabs your hand and rushes to the dining room. He was eager to show you the elaborate brunch spread he’d made.

It was decorated with cookies, danishes, munkki (donut thing) & Lakiaispulla.

“Wow this looks amazing!”

“Well you did just do something amazing. You finally published your book you’d been working on for a few years now!”

He’ll pamper you in sweet ways for the entire weekend. He will have loosely made plans than can be flexible depending on your mood. Things like going to all the best small cafés, museums and hidden places that only he knows about.

Of course you’ll be taken to the sauna so the tension from your nerves can be eased. He will give you soothing massages to boot.

“Can’t write well if your back is all bent out of shape!”

While indulging in the epic spread that he’s crafted you’ll find yourself getting lost on the train viewing broadcasts that are popular in Finland. From the beautiful bustling cities of Finland that looked like an iridescent daydreams come to life to the lush forests with peaceful wildlife you couldn’t help but soak in the tranquility of this life. You allowed to to engulf your senses. Your notifications blaring from your phone brought you back into your more chaotic reality.

‘Did they hate what you wrote?’

‘Was all that was there absolute nonsense?’

The questions began to buzz in your mind like bees beginning to wake from a winter slumber. Your heart pace picked up and you’d stopped responding to Tino when he asked you about….

“Y/N!” His voice cut through the loud buzzing in your ears. You weren’t accustomed to him raising his voice in such a manner. You braced yourself for a more intensive outburst. That fear was extinguished when you felt him remove some of the hair that had fallen onto your face. Tino placed a supportive hand on your shoulder.

“Y\N want to talk about it over a drink?” His sweet smile was reassuring. It acted as an intoxicating smoke that soothed the bees eating away at your ears filled with doubt. Tino knows that you’re stressed and will listen to your woes about writing a book about loss. Pouring out your soul was no easy task. To put it out there for others to judge was on a whole other level of vulnerable. He wanted to help you carry the hefty burdens of the heart.

“Yes, let’s Tino.”

🇪🇸 Spain 🇪🇸

He’s simply excited that you’d managed to publish your book despite all the hell you had to go through in order to do so. The plethora of late nights, numerous meetings with your editor, you even consulted a few behavioral therapist and ones that specialized in grief management assisted you in producing your narrative in a constructive manner. You were meticulous in how you crafted your narrative.

Antonio for awhile believed that you’d been forced to take extra work at your daytime job for awhile. He’d always swung by your apartment to see if you wanted to have a late lunch/ early dinner or have an extended siesta relaxing in the sun. At first he wasn’t concerned when you declined to hang out with him the first few times. His worry began when you’d avoided him for 4 months straight.

Sweat was pouring down his temples when he reached your door. Had you been in the middle of a major crisis and he simply failed to notice? Why had you not come to him? Questions like this swirled in his mind until you answered the door to let him in.

“Antonio?” You say in a groggy voice.

“Y/N!” He practically tackled you off the ground. He kept you standing inches away from your carpeted floor. His strong calves, back, and arms he developed from his many nights of salsa dancing to bull wrangling bulls, his well maintained body steadied yours in midair. You were light as a feather. As his brilliant shimmering greens connected to yours he saw the bags that had formed under your eyes. He noticed that your skill was missing its usual bright glow. He also felt that you were lighter than you should have been.

“Mi amigo(o)… ¿Qué paso? (My friend what happened?)

He removed some of the hair that had flown into your eyes during your dissent to the ground.

“I’ve finally sent off my completed manuscript to my publisher.” You say in an exhausted tone. You’d been up for the past 48 hours in order to meet your deadline.

Antonio playfully picks you up bridal style and carries you back into your apartment.

“Come! Let me make you breakfast with churros. It’s time to celebrate!” His intoxicating sunshine spread warmth and energy through your body and soul. You needed this after being in the frigid depths of your soul collecting fragments of pain, tears, and shells of your former selves to gain insight and perspective. The journey to the emotional depths below left you exhausted and burning low.

“It must have been a long trip exploring the dark parts of your soul huh Y\N?”

He’s going to want to make sure you have nothing but food, fun, and relaxation. There was no better place to do that than Donostia-San Sebastian. The picturesque beaches, blue skies, and magical city that had bright lavender stars that twinkled at night. Prepare to have the best red wine from La Rioja region and all the best food from the Pintxo tours. What a better way to shake your sorrows than with food and booze.

Antonio popped in one of his breakfast churros as he patiently waited for you to pick your pinchos for the evening. He adored the way life flooded back into your (color) eyes as you gleefully sipped on some Txakoli wine. It was sweet and refreshing just like this whole impromptu trip for you to celebrate the completion of your book. He looked at the small bites that he’d like to share with you just in case there was something you hadn’t tried yet.

“How does it feel?”

“To be done? Amazing. I didn’t actually think I was going to get it done. All things considered… and with all the obstacles in my way… I never thought I would have…”

“The ability to do amazing things? Like have your book be on top 10 trending?” He shows you his phone on one of the top book vendor websites and your book managed to steal the #8 spot.

You chuckle as his big goofy grin. It soon changed into a bright toothy smile that was carved from proclean made from the God of the sun.

A smile reaches your own face when you realize that you had solid confirmation that your suffering was paying off.

For the longest time you’d been wading through the open sea. The intense feelings of grief you sifted through without a paddle. It had been chucked away as your heart inter-mingled with the familiar feelings of desperation, despair, and being agonized and eaten alive by feelings of inadequacy.

Antonio boooed your nose to bring you back to the present shoreline with him. Your bubble of loneliness had busted by the fresh Txangurro that was quickly approaching your lips. The crisp cool delicate crab meat tantalized your tastebuds. You couldn’t help but allow your senses to be soothed by the sensational food from the sea.

“You’re cute when you’ve had a chance to relax.” He poked at your cheek as you chewed. You weren’t able to hid your blush that rushed across your face like a raging wildfire.

“Thanks.” You smile at him in return.

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headingalaxys-sweet · 3 months

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Even on the spice page there exists FLUFF

Hi!

Could you please write a headcanon on how Canada, Russia, Germany, Prussia and England (with England both Arthur and Alice) would react on coming home wile their s/o dozed off on the couch from exhaustion?

Oooooh a chance for some fluff. Here you go 🌟

🇨🇦 Canada 🇨🇦

He would find it cute that you’re splayed all over the couch like an exhausted polar bear after a massive brunch. He would boop your nose and see how many times he can get away with doing so before you wake up. He will even pull out a counter. It takes him a minute to realize that many papers are crowded behind you on the couch. When you finally become conscious, you immediately recognize the concern on his face. You explain that the latest project that will need to be completed by mid-spring has a few issues that have come up. Matthew will offer to make you a hot drink and run your nightly bath. He will put his nose to yours and say:

“I love you my sweet maple.”

🇬🇧 England 🇬🇧

“How adorable,” He will say to himself as he enters the living room that had dimming light from the early evening sun. He snaps his fingers and flying mint bunny appears in a paparazzi outfit. The green bunny was ready to get the scoop. He took impromptu photos while you were in your deep slumber. Arthur saves these photos for a secret scrapbook that he may or may not show you one day. He will walk over to get a better view of your beautiful face. As he removes some of the hair from your face, he can see that the bags under your eyes have expanded over the last few months. He worried about your increasing workload and some of the other things that have been happening in your life. Arthur will stroke your face gently and leave you with a kiss on the cheek.

“I suppose I should prepare some tea.”

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🌼 England Nyo! 🌼🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

Each time she comes home to you she considers herself lucky. A sense of ease washes over her as you slept soundly on the couch. However, Alice is a bit of a worrywart when it comes to you. You’d been coming home to pass out on the couch daily for the past few weeks. She placed her hand on top of your forehead to make sure you weren’t running a fever. Once she sees that the coffee table is covered in books, documents, and highlighters, she immediately knows the testing season is underway. Alice still thought working this much wasn’t normal, but she was eager to see you achieve your dreams. Out of love and valuing it higher above her ego, she’ll give France a call and ask for assistance in making an incredible meal that tastes great and gets you your energy back.

🇩🇪 Germany 🇩🇪

He’s not so great at describing what his heart feels so a smile graces his face as well as the sudden appearance of butterflies and Edelweiss. This is his standard reaction since most can’t relax within his presence. However, as he came over so that he could have a better view of you he was concerned. A pen was held in your fist while you were face down on some papers as your lungs dragged in oxygen. Ludwig accidentally stepped on some of the documents that had fallen to the floor. This will give him pause and make him question just how strenuous your job has become for you lately. As you let out a yawn and turn yourself over, Ludwig can’t help but admire you for a few moments as you continue your slumber. He will organize your papers and leave you to slumber soundly.

🐥 Prussia 🐥

Gilbert will rouse you from your slumber as he shouts your name loudly as soon as he gets through the door. When he comes to you on the couch, he takes notice of your extremely messy hair, indentations of your skin from the couches’ pillows, and dried-up drool.

“Wow, someone had an insanely crazy nap! You look like you haven’t slept in weeks! Vhats going on with you lately?”

Once you explain that the combination of school and work is beginning to make you reach burnout, Gilbert will be quick to offer to help you with chores. He wants you to be successful and not quit what you’ve started. He will aggressively tussle your hair and pinch your cheeks as he looks you dead in your eyes and says:

“Remember that tassel is worth the hassle!”

🇷🇺 Russia 🇷🇺

Ivan heard you drop like a Nordmann fir passing out in an empty forest. He couldn’t react right away since he was in the middle of a Zoom meeting with his boss. Once he came into the living room to see that you’d already reached the cavernous depths of slumber, he decided it was best to keep you there. A shiver caught his eye as you shifted in your sleep. The late winter frost had taken a bite out of you. Ivan reaches for the blankets draped on the back of the couch. He couldn’t let you freeze, but he also couldn’t let you reach burnout, either. Ivan had noticed that you’d been giving it your all in your career, but you’d never had any energy to spare when you’d gotten home. It was a conversation for a later time, but he kept it in the back of his mind as he took a moment to take in your sleeping face that the winter air had kissed. His giant bear paw hands warm your cheeks as he kisses your forehead. Before he leaves you to rest, he lit up the fireplace to ensure your comfort.

#hetalia #hetalia fandom #hws #hetalia fanfiction writer #hetalia headcanons #hetalia fluff #hetalia fanfiction #hws england #x reader #hetalia x reader #ヘタリア #ヘタリア world stars

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