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Baron Ungern: * enters the capital of Mongolia and gives hope to the Mongols for freedom*
Mongolia: Oh, who are you, my white hero, who saved Bogdo-gegen 8 and me from the clutches of the Chinese?
Baron Ungern: I am Roman Fedorovich von Ungern—Sternberg, Lieutenant General of the White Army, I come from an old German-Baltic family, a descendant of the Crusaders. I have come to restore the empire of Genghis Khan and go on a "crusade" against the West, because the West is the source of revolution Among other things, I love you madly and will do anything for you.
Mongolia:...
Bogdo-gegen 8:...
Mongolia: * Starts laughing*
Mongolia: Fuck, even if I tell someone about it, they won't fucking believe me.
Let's just remember the existence of Baron Ungern, the man without whom Mongolia could remain with the Chinese forever.
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Genghis Khan and Mongolia
Genghis Khan and Mongolia are like a father and his most beloved son, to whom absolutely everything is forgiven
I think that if Genghis Khan suddenly came to life again, the first thing he would do would be to ask Erdene (Mongolia) if he was happy.
I don't believe Genghis Khan could have been strict or rude to him. In the end, absolutely all of Genghis Khan's actions were aimed at the benefit of Mongolia.
It seems to me that it was Genghis Khan who indecently spoiled Erdene very much (although, in my opinion, Erdene was quite proud and self-confident before him, but it was Genghis Khan who made him INCREDIBLY spoiled)
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China, when I saw the spoiled, arrogant, freedom-loving, disobedient and ill-mannered Mongolia: FUCK, YOU MUST HAVE AT LEAST SOME RESTRICTIONS, MOTHERFUCKER, WHO BROUGHT YOU UP, OH GOD, TAKE WHATEVER YOU WANT AND LEAVE, BARBARIAN!
Mongolia: Haha, I don't like you. That's why I'm staying here for another 100 years, bitch.
In fairness, I want to note that despite his bad manners, Mongolia really wanted to do what was best for everyone.
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Yes, the fan fiction is completely in Russian. This reveals a little about my headcanon about Mongolia's early childhood and why I decided to give it the name of Erdene (a name literally meaning "treasure").
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Mongolia: Just one word. Say it and I'm yours.
Russia: independence.
Mongolia: *screams of pleasure*
Mongolia : Three words. Say them and I'm yours.
Russia : Three words.
Mongolia :
(EXPLANATION: The Mongolian government asked the USSR to annex them in order to escape Chinese rule and the Russians refused to, in order to keep relations with China stable and also because they were getting everything they wanted - like cheap agricultural products, out of Mongolia anyways)
#aph mongolia#Aph Russia#Hws mongolia#Hws Russia#Hetalia mongolia#Hetalia Russia#ivan braginsky#hetalia world twinkle#hetalia world stars#hetalia world series#Historical hetalia
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My headcanon. Mongolia~
During the Great Mongol Conquests of the 13th century, Mongolia itself was still quite a child. Unlike his own older brothers, he quickly mastered reading and writing, was an excellent judge of people and was a real genius of warfare.
His father was Rouran Khaganate
Mongolia's grandfather is the Hunnu
Tibet has acted as a mentor, educator, psychologist, psychotherapist, teacher and doctor for Mongolia since the Yuan Dynasty up to and including the first half of the twentieth century.
The rulers of Mongolia several times wanted to send him to a monastery, but Mongolia was expelled from there literally the next day. He was never able to take any monastic vows
When Mongolia was a very young child, his relatives often forgot about him or confused him with another child. Therefore, he often stayed in the steppe all alone, sincerely thinking that the family would remember him and come back for him
He cried very often as a child and very often became a victim of bullying by stronger relatives and other personifications
Erdene (Mongolia) never cut his hair in accordance with Mongolian traditions, because relatives either forgot about him or could not understand what gender he was, because of his tearfulness and weakness, unusual for a Mongolian boy.
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Mongolia ~ headcanon ~
Genghis Khan spoiled Mongolia, fulfilled any of his requests, no matter how stupid and complicated they were, never scolded or punished him, even if he deserved it.
No subsequent ruler treated Mongolia with such strong paternal love and kindness as Genghis Khan.
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Продолжаю делать не смешные мемы
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Tibet/Mongolia
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Mongolia: Do you know who loves me? NOBODY!
Asia:...
Tibet: ... Erdene, my name is not "Nobody"
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The funny thing is, I'm reading this at 1: 20 a.m...
Mongolia: How do tall people sleep at night when the blanket can't possibly cover you?
Macau: Mongolia, it's four o'clock in the morning.
Mongolia: So, you can't sleep, huh? Is it because of the blanket?
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Time headcanons in Mongolia and the Golden Horde ✨. Mental illness
The Golden Horde is a pathological liar, and also has an inflated sense of self-importance.
Mongolian Empire (Mongolia) - has God syndrome, uncontrolled aggression, paranoia, an inflated sense of self-importance
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The best
Tibgolia 🤧❤️
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Как же я люблю подобные работы.
Честно говоря, я устала читать фанфики где Монголия и Тибет либо умирают, либо всю жизнь страдают. А это словно глоток свежего воздуха 🤧😍
Spiritual Advice
When most nations thought of the Mongol Empire, they pictured a horde of barbarians flooding the homes of the world and plunging their arrows and swords of death. And if it wasn’t that, it was always something grisly and horrifying (just ask Iran). But for Tibet, the memory that came up were their “spiritual advice” sessions.
“I can’t believe my Khan is making me do this,” the most powerful empire the world has ever seen grumbled, shuffling uncomfortable on the exotic couch he was laying on.
“Well, you have been kind of, um, off lately.” That was putting it mildly. Munkhbat had been scowling and stabbing things left and right for weeks ever since he came back from his raiding exhibition. Everyone in the entire palace was skittish, and nothing could get done because the servants were too scared that the irritated mongol would find something wrong in their work and stab them with any number of objects, which has already happened at least 5 times already.
“You try getting stabbed twice by Yao and then putting up with his endless complaining!” the man combated, waving his hands in the air and scowling. “The man should just be grateful I can’t kill him! I mean, what is he made of? I’ve tried beheading, water board torture, respiratory failure, blood loss, puncture wounds, at least 15 arrows to the face, and I even tried smashing his head with a rock! He never dies, well not permanently anyway. It is so irritating! And- hey, are you writing this down?!”
Tibet was busy scribbling something down on a piece of paper, before whipping his head up and raising and eyebrow. “Well your Khan needs proof you were actually here right?”
“Bah, he’s such a baby. Temujin, now HE was a real Khan. Also, what are the point of these sessions if you don’t say anything?”
“My job is to listen and give you spiritual advice,” Tibet smiled, cribbling more things done and wondering why the heck he had agreed to the job. This level of, um, let’s say disturbance, was way past whatever advice he would give. Not that he would tell Munkhbat that, after all what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him.
“Spiritual advice? That’s stupid. What use do I have for higher powers?! My job is to stab things and not ask questions. If there is an underworld, I’m probably not going to the place the saints go,” Munkhbat grunted, and Tibet couldn’t agree more.
“So you feel like you are going to face retribution for all the horrible and mindless destruction of lives you have done since you came into existence?”
“Do you have something against me Tibet?”
“No I’m just writing things down. Now, which religion do you prefer?” Tibet pivoted, wisely deciding to change the subject before Munkhbat started going all empire on him.
“Religion? Are you deaf? I don’t have one! Except for shamanism, a little bit. But other then that I couldn’t care less about what fabrication humans think up to convince themselves that their entire existence ends when they stop drawing breath.”
“Hmm,” Tibet noted.
“That sounded condescending. Look, I know you’re a Buddhist, but I honestly don’t care! Did you know there’s this religion up north called ‘Christianity’ that celebrates this demigod by going inside this building and chanting in some weird language about how thankful this demigod existed, and then they eat the demigod’s flesh and drink his blood to bring themselves closer to him? One of my prisoners, Ivan, went to do this every week! To this day it still freaks me out. And don’t even get me started on the people of the east call ‘Islam.’”
“What about buddhism?”
“Er, um, a perfectly fine and sane religion,” Munkhbat remarked, and Tibet now felt the mongol was that one pivoting this time. “Anyway, why does it matter? It’s not we’re ever going to die.”
“We’re not immortal Munkhbat. We can die,” Tibet advised darkly, looking down at his paper and gripping his writing tool.
“Yeah, after all of our people have been killed and we no longer represent anything, but c’mon, how many times has that happened? I can’t kill China no matter what I do, so I’m just going to assume that we’re all just gonna live forever.”
“Haven’t you killed personifications before?”
“Not really. They always come back. It might take months, years, or centuries, but eventually they’re back.”
“What about Persia?” Munkhbat froze at the mention of the name.
“Let’s talk about something else.” Tibet pursed his lips and wrote something down. Clearly Mongolia was still sensitive about the subject.
“So from what we have gathered here today, you believe that all representations are immortal and that’s why you don’t like any religions?” Munkhbat opened his mouth the answer, but then closed it. He opened it again, tilted his head for a second, before his furrowed brows turned angry and he threw a pillow at Tibet’s face.
“Stop analyzing me you NUTBAG!”
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