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mikiond · 1 month

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Frantic Fanfic Dump

Hetalia addition~ I'm never going to escape this god-forsaken series. But this was my friend's idea and character so here we are. Isn't there a new season and everything? Is the Hetalia fandom still alive? oo also the writing is bad and the spelling is In some places too this was just for fun :))) hope everyone has a good day

why are the font sizes different? no idea

TITLE: To love Someone…Deeply FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: america, russia WRITERS: xio, julie, mimi RATED ALL AGES (we fucked up the rating)

America stared absent-mindedly out the window wondering when the damn world meeting would be over. He hates going to these boring meetings but he's always forced to attended them. The only good part about the meetings is getting to see his lover, Russia. From the outside it may look as if they despise each other but that couldn't be farther from the truth as possible. America looked to the side and noticed Russia staring at him and he felt his own cheeks start to blush. He has to calm down his reddening face because no one mostknow about their lo"America stop dilly dallying around and pay attention to the meeting!", said England with a disgruntled face.

America wanted so badly to run out the room with Russia, he wants to run away from everything and just be together. Finally, England finished with his overdramatized speech and he could leave the room. As he’s walking down the halls his arm was suddenly grabbed and stumbled into a dark room. He wanted to scream but he suddenly heard his assailant speaking “ It’s me America.” He sagged into Russia’s arms and was heavily breathing. Russia whispered into his ear again “Did you wear what I asked you to wear?” America felt his face heat up and his heart accelerate. He gritted out from his teeth “ I don’t know what you’re asking about.” Russia chuckled breathily into his ear. His hands started to roam down on top of his pants, groping his waist, thighs, and finally his dick. America was gasping with each touch, he couldn’t hold it in anymore and stared to beg. “Please, please touch me more!”

"So you did wear them for me" Russia chuckled as he palmed America through his dark black pantyhose and briefs. "You're such a perv dude" America face is flushed as Russia continues to run his hands along the Americans body. "stop fucking teasing man" America tugs Russia's scarf and pulls him into a kiss, Russia biting Americas lip as the kiss grows deeper. "America wait-" Russia tries to pull away from America but his grip tightens on his scarf " America I forgot-" frantically trying to pull away Russia grabs the mans shoulders and pushes him away "we dont want anyone seeing us do we?" Russia asks giving a irritated smile Americas way. "oh crap you forgot to lock the door? Why didnt you say so dude"

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#frantic fanfic #hetalia #america hetalia #Russia x America #russia hetalia #america x russia #alfred x ivan #ivan braginsky #alfred f jones #rusame

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alienorstyx · 10 months

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The ocean of fate

previous part: 1, 2

Chapter 2: First encounter

The boat trip was finally going to an end, four days with only seeing the blue sky and the sea, four days during which the flow of waves made her sick. The American woman stumbled across the pontoon. Failed to fall on the floor several times. Only a few hours and she would be finally on earth. Finally, I could wash myself without tripping in the shower. My buttocks still hurt. Aie... The sun is really strong today. I did well to take my hat. Ahhh... Calm feels good. Why am I sharing my cabin with New Zealand? This child is way too energetic. I'm tired of playing Barbie with her, doing murder investigations in the boat, looking for a culprit who is of course Ken, who wanted Barbie's sister's fortune. After he married her, they went on cruise for their honeymoon. Barbie was present because she had to join an island for her conference. While Barbie was having breakfast, he had drowned her sister in the bathtub. Yet, despite all the care that Ken used to make his perfect murder, he did not notice the message left by his victim, on the edge of the bathtub thanks to her lipstick. Denouncing him as the culprit. The script had also been imagined by New Zealand, their father could be proud of her, she is still so much creative. Ahh! I would love to eat a pistachio ice cream! With this ho.. Huh! What's going on? The sea is suddenly getting closer? I am falliiiiinngggg!!

"AHHH!!"

Plouf

I'm in the fucking water! It's cold. I have to go up back to the ship. Shit! How did I manage to fall overboard.

"Arf arf... Grlllmlkb! Help! DAAADDD!!! SOMEONE! OHE!! DAAAA!!!!"

I have to swim towards the boat, it's getting further and further away. We're too far from the coast. Am I going to die?

" DAAADDD! HELPPPP!!!"

There's someone, New Zealand? I thought she was in our cabin. I have to get her attention.

" New ZEALAND!! CALL DAD!!!"

Fuck! Did she hear me?!

Helplessly the young girl could only watch the small pleasure ship drift away. Her attempts to alert the people on board was a failure. All she had left, was swimming to the shore.

How long have I been swimming? An hour or more? My arms and legs hurt. I can't take it anymore, Dad please come...

The poor girl burst into tears as she struggled desperately against the waves and the current. The ship turned off into a mere point. Weakening her will to continue. Her arms were numb and struggling to counter the power of the sea. On several occasions, the girl looked in her memory of the television shows that she had watched, which showed how to survive in such a situation, sometimes accompanied by testimonies of people who had survived. One of the survivors had been saved by a piece of metal that was floating, he had hung on it and he waited for the rescue to find him. The risk,as the presenter said, was the white sharks, the lemon sharks and the bull sharks, who, if they had the opportunity to attack the human, they would, this prevention concerned in particular the last two because they are much more aggressive and territorial especially the bull shark that attacks everything that enters its territory. Fortunately, in the sea where America was, there were only white and blue sharks. Luckily, the young American had not injured herself in her fall, blood quickly attract this kind of fish. The presenter recalled in his hazardous voice that the greatest danger remained drowning, followed by the weather because even when it was nice the risk of dehydration could kill. Yes, I have to hold on, Dad will notice that I'm away or even New Zealand, I promised that I will play with her tonight. I will float on my back, it will rest my body, there is nothing else to do. What silence.

Like a stranded branch, her body sailed by the sea, ascending and descending, sometimes a wave splashed her face. Her eyelids were closed, while the salt water burned her eyes causing a physiological reaction, which was tears, the latter flowed in small quantities. Her body seemed so heavy, that she no longer had the strength to move it.

The sky took a darker, stormier turn. As if the girl's misery was not over yet. The wind became stronger, colder. The waves were moving in all directions. Jostling, swallowing, bringing her out again. Above her head, the sky took a turn of storm, the beautiful white clouds gave their way to darker clouds, filled with anger and rain. The thunderstorm thundered in the distance, expressing that rage, all that tension that had accumulated in the sky and would finally burst over the tormented sea.

In the space of a few seconds, America had opened her eyelids, visualizing their last show. One thought fills her mind: It's beautiful.

The waves engulfed her greedily. Fish passed against her. Watching her smiling face. The freezing temperature hardly bothered her anymore, she could welcome it against her chest like the warm embrace of a mother.

Her vision was filled with rapid flash of the people she had loved in her short life, which was going to end sooner than she though. A memory stayed longer, with more marked feelings: The birth of New Zealand, a very small baby who was only crying in her cradle, next to their mother who rested weakly on the bed of an immaculate white. The hospital room seemed so cold. Her mother smiled at her for the last time, tenderly her icy hand caressed her daughters cheek, her eyes only shone very faintly. Before she passed away forever. Soon she would find her, smiling as always.

Something. No. Someone quickly approached the American, which was sinking deep under the sea. The creature looked for a moment at the lifeless body, then noticed the bubbles of air escaping from it. Decided on a whim, to take her to her secret lair. Quickly, with a few flippers, she took the body to the ruins of an ancient city. The creature hastened to enter one of the largest buildings, which must have been a temple or a large villa at its peak. Inside the water had destroyed everything, the creature led the inanimate body to the cellar. It was the only place where air remained.

The effect of the open air was not enough to bring the girl back to breathe. The creature hesitated about the way forward. She had an idea but without the consent of the person it risks causing an embarrassing situation.

That girl will die! If I don't do something.

She resolved to go and get a little glass that she filled with a golden liquid and one of her tears. The strange mixture was put on the lips of the young victim.But it was impossible to make her swallow, the strange drink flowed on her cheek. Desperate, the creature took a sip and kissed the stranger forcing her to swallow the liquid. It worked by miracle.

" TOUS TOUS! ARg!! Fuck!"

Who is it? it's blurry. Is it heaven? It sucks to suffer even there. Mom, are you there?

The fatigue was stronger and the young American fainted. Beside her, her savior observed her. She was saved.

"Whew."

I have to put her on a bed and dry her. Wet clothes are not good for her recovery.

The stranger raised America and took her with difficulty to a small bedroom, putting her on the ground. She ran for a towel and a bowl. The rescuer carefully dried the American's head, putting her hands in the wet hair to remove the seaweed and dead branches that had become entangled. Then she looked after the arms and all the parts discovered. Not daring directly to remove the wet clothes, yet she knew it was essential.

With hesitation, the creature removed each of the clothes, starting with the t-shirt and bra, which was rather pretty with lace and a soft pastel pink color. She put them aside and then took off the shorts and panties that compared to the bra was more flashy, a fluorescent orange and with a rather loose elastic that had detached from the top of the panties, forming a gaping hole. The creature hurried to dry the girl's body. Then lifted her up to put her in bed, it was the only one available. Then covered her with several layers of sheets. Then gathered all the wet clothes to put them to dry on a thread. She quickly left the room, and only returned inside to put a tunic next to the girl, still unconscious.

The latter did not wake up until a few hours later, thanks to the smell of grilled meat. The enticing smell awakened her hunger. Suddenly, America got up, thinking that everything that had happened was a nightmare. What a surprise, waking up in an unknown place, without any clothes, naked like a worm. What the fuck! Where are my clothes?!! A tunic? What happened?

The girl looked in the mirror. Her body had some bruises on her forearms and legs. Her blond hair was messy, some strands still wet, there were still some branches stuck in her thick hair. The girl quickly got dressed. Finally, she looked for a way to put on the tunic. Tangling her feet in, after a minute or two, she finally managed to put on the garment. The tunic was of an emerald green, which suited her rather well. The American woman surprised herself to look at different angle, to see how the dress suited her. It was rare to find a garment that fit her well.

The good smell of food brought her back to order. Her belly began to gurgle. Swimming took a lot of effort and survival. I hope it wasn't an old man who saved me, it would be far too embarrassing if he undressed me. Come on, a little bit of courage, America, it's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay.

So where's the exit. Two doors on the right and three on the left. It's funny, none are made from the same stuff. What will happen if I pressed it?

It was a bad idea, the door fell heavily on the ground. Petrifying the girl. America almost screamed.

What the hell! It was sure it would happen to me, it wouldn't be funny otherwise. Shit, I hear someone coming. I have to hide. Where? Where?! Oh, it's too late. I just have to dig a hole in the ground.

"What happened?"

A woman? Phew, it's not a bald old man smelling beer and dried vomit.

"Uh... Sorry I tried to lean against the door and ...(God damn it! Cute. Get yourself back together America, don't get carried away due to a pretty girl) and she fell down.

" Oh. It's nothing. The house is falling apart."

"Oka... Grouuuuaa!!" Her small belly continued to growl, while America felt her cheeks blush with embarrassment.

The pretty girl laughed a little.

" The meal is ready, if you want to follow me."

The American obediently followed her. Her savior was also dressed in a golden tunic, almost transparent, one could easily draw the curves of her body. A thin waist, and small rounded buttocks, thighs thinner than America's. The girl was about 10 centimeters taller than the American. The few jewels she wore can be summed up in gold earrings, shaped like a half-moon, and a chain in her white hair forming small stars. How did that pretty girl save me?

In the living room they settled down. The dish was simple but very good, in any case much better than anything her father could cook. The girl who saved her, called herself Russia, she was a local. America did not fully listen to the story of her rescue, as she was so passionately enamored of the almost supernatural beauty of her savior, her hair fell delicately on her face, forming small curls. When the story was over, Russia served her guest some grape juice. America couldn't help but look at her, notice that her tunic was really transparent, that you could see the tips of her small breasts, moving at every move. Accidentally, America spilled the juice on her savior's tunic. Russia took a piece of cloth to wipe it dry. With embarrassment, the American apologized. It didn't seem to bother the other girl. She smiled and went to change herself. America did not have time to see her again, as her body gave in to her tiredness. She fell asleep on the cushions placed on the ground. Russia having returned, she looked at her before gently caressing her face. The fire went out.

#countryhumans #countryhumansfanfic #fanfic #countryhumans america #countryhumans russia #russia x america #The Ocean of fate

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addictedball · 7 days

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Another fanart for the fantastic fic For It Was I Who Choose To Start, by @vaultedthewall ! It’s on AO3!

This time just a silly imaginary situation 🥰

#hetalia fanart #hetalia #aph hetalia #rusame #amerus #aph america #aph russia #alfred jones x ivan braginsky #alfred f jones #ivan braginsky #fanart #art #comics #fanfic

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dandelion6669 · 1 year

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#hetalia #aph russia #ivan braginsky #alfred f jones #aph america #aph amerus #aph usa #russia x america #rusame #arthur kirkland #francis bonnefoy #aph fruk #matthew williams #face family #shrek 2

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genpurple · 11 months

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Boom baby, big silly

#hetalia #hetalia fanart #russia x america #hetalia rusame #art #hetalia russia #hetalia america #boom baby #big silly

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pinkflipphonez · 3 months

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te pareces tanto a mi

que no puedes engañarme

#lyrics are from ‘inocente pobre amigo’ by Juan Gabriel #ive had these landmasses x this song burned into my frontal lobe for so long #them drinking together because they understand each other best #then it leading to an intimate night they dont speak about in the morning #is my roman empire #hetalia #rusame #hws russia #hws america #kikidoodlez

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atom-writings · 1 month

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omgg i cant stop giggling n kicking my feet BUT can i request gn!reader 'accidentally' leaving a lipstick kiss mark on russia, america, canada, greece and japan before they leave for the day and the countries dont notice until either from a mirror or someone else points it out? AAOUGUGGH

hetalia russia, america, canada, greece, and japan when their s/os leave a kiss in lipstick

1.6k words ~ gender neutral headcanons

tw: none!

a/n: hjey guys did you know being a costume director is time consuming? i did not. send help. also enjoythis idk

Russia

It was never an easy affair to get Ivan out of the house. His clinginess combined with how admittedly boring his job was made it near impossible for him to leave without you forcing him to. Today was one of those days, and you were beginning to think you’d have to leave with him.

"But darling, can't you understand? It's so cold and miserable out there..." He whines as he holds you.

He's got you positioned so that you're standing between his legs while he sits on the couch, his arms wrapped tightly around you and his head resting against your chest. So... no escape available without coaxing.

"I know, I know, but you'll be late..."

"They will be ok without me, but I won't be ok without you!"

All you can do is sigh until you're suddenly struck with an idea. You can't go with him, but you can leave something with him. And looking down at his snow-white skin, you have just the idea.

"But you won't have to be without me, Vanya!" You chide, tilting his head up to look at you. His face lights up instantly.

"What do you mean?"

Instead of responding, you lean down and press a soft kiss against his forehead, leaving a pink imprint of your lips on his face.

"That one was magic, ok? It'll stay with you the whole day, so I'll always be with you!" It's childish, and you're struggling not to laugh, but his innocent expression tells you all you need to know. He'll finally let you go, none the wiser as to what you really meant.

"Ah- Mr. Braginsky..." Some random intern was forced to prompt later in the day, his tone fearful as to how Ivan would react.

"Yes?"

"You... you have something on- on your face..."

"Huh?" He reaches up to wipe where the intern had gestured, but only smiles when he comes away with your favourite lipstick. He decides that whatever left can stay... it's just your magic, after all.

America

Alfred was a busy man for all the effort he expended to prevent that exact reality. He'd much rather spend all day playing video games at home with you, but duty calls. Though, now, was just glad that for once, you were busy as well.

“Hey, babe!” He greets you with a bright smile, resting his hand on your shoulder before moving to sit across from you. The meeting spot he had chosen was busy, but at least it wasn't far from either places you two needed to be.

“Were you waiting long?”

“No, not really,“ You respond with a sigh, twirling the straw in your drink.

”Well, that's good because uh- bad news, I won't be able to stay l-“

”Ugh! Seriously?“

He shrinks a little, fidgeting with his hair, ”Yeah, I know, but like- I can't reall-“

”Do they know you're a person? Like, a person who needs to live?“

“Technically, I'm not, babe,” He laughs, “But I appreciate how protective you are anyway.“

He continued to talk with you for a while, about your day, his day, a weird guy he saw on the street, about how you can't keep threatening his boss because he's the president- until after only a few moments, his phone rang.

He sucked in a quick breath and accepted it, only speaking for a second. Then, he got up with a dramatic groan.

“That's my cue. I guess I'll see you later, K?”

But he wasn't about to get away that easy. You shot up, grabbing onto his tie and pulling closer so you could kiss his cheek quickly.

“For good luck,” You assure, and he grins.

“What are you guys laughing about?” Alfred asks as soon as he goes back to work, looking nervously at the group of co-workers pointing at him.

“Got something on your face, man!”

Instantly, he realizes what happened and hurriedly wipes it off. His face is red with embarrassment, but he can't deny the butterflies in his stomach.

Canada

No matter how long you've been together, Matthew never stopped trying to be the picture-perfect boyfriend. At least, that's what you thought as he chose to show up with roses when he came to pick you up. It might've been a fancy event, but you're sure no one else would be doing that kind of thing. But who were you this kind of attention?

“Uhm- good evening, Y/N,” He stutters out as you let him come in for a moment.

“Awww, you shouldn't have!“ You take the roses from him and set them aside.

”It- It's nothing, really-“

”Most men wouldn't even think of that anymore...“ You assure him. He looks sheepish now as if he hadn't expected you to like your gift.

”Then- then, um- they should learn how to t-treat their partners...“

How cute. You walk over to him and stand on your toes to kiss his cheek, to which he immediately stiffens and blushes.

“Thank you, Matthew.”

“Ye-Yeah, uh-huh- yeah- y-you're welcome,” He mumbles, looking down in embarrassment. The colour gracing his cheeks almost perfectly matches the mark your lipstick left behind. You begin to say something about it, but before you can, he frantically cuts you off.

“So- we should get g-going right? Right, time to go...” He blurts out, taking your hand and almost dragging you out to the car.

Finally, once you two arrived at the event, you gathered the courage to tell him.

While you two walked, arm in arm, up to the main entrance, you suddenly blurted out, ”You have lipstick on your cheek!“

Except by that time, more than a couple of people had seen him. causing him to instantly freeze up.

The colour drained from his face, and he weakly whimpered out, ”Um, c-could you- uh- g-get it?“

You immediately obliged, cleaning off his cheek. He was embarrassed, but it was still on his mind all night.

Greece

“But do you have to?”

“Yes.”

“But-”

“I’m not getting out of this one, ok?”

“But I don’t want you to go…” His protests were typical, but that didn’t make them any less annoying. Although, it’s hard to resist him when he’s clinging to you like a lost puppy and he smells like he just finished cooking.

“It’ll only be a few hours, ok?” You sigh, finally finishing your makeup.

All he can do now is whine softly, which makes you realize there may be only one way to stop his desperate clinginess. You turn around in his arms, take his pleading face in your hands, and press frenzied kisses all over it. Instantly, his eyes light up and his lips form a dopish smile, and you know you’re free.

“Is that better?” You ask, and he nods. But before you let go, you have to admire how silly he looks with your lips painted all over his face.

By the time you return home, it’s already dark. The house is quiet, and when you check the time, you realize he would’ve fallen asleep hours ago. But considering how exhausted you are already, it’s nothing but a relief.

When you enter your shared bedroom, your thoughts are confirmed. He’s already passed out, his broad body splayed haphazardly over your blankets. At first, you don’t think anything of it. But when you turn on the light to get ready for bed, you notice the red stains still sitting on his cheeks.

Somehow, throughout the entire rest of the day, he never looked in the mirror long enough to notice the lipstick covering his face. Or, maybe he did, and just decided that your tokens of affection could stay.

Japan

Kiku was never late. Not even when tired, sick, or at war, was he late to anything. So, the one day that he allowed himself to relax with you, was naturally the first day in centuries that he hadn’t been an hour early.

“It’s gonna be alright!” You call out from the bathroom while you do your makeup, and he doesn’t even waste the time to respond. Even from all the way across the house, you can hear him desperately throwing things together.

“It is not alright!”

“You’ll still be on time!” That doesn’t seem to convince him to calm down at all, as you can hear his panicked breaths growing louder as he makes his way over to the entry door.

“Wait, wait, hold on,” You insist, and he pauses for a moment. When you meet him at the door, he looks a mess. His hair was askew, his eyes wild with panic, and his tie nearly all the way to the side.

You sigh and begin tidying him up. He relaxes under your touch, you can tell even from under his layers of stoicism; although he can’t allow himself to bask in your attention for long.

“I must go-”

“I know, I know, just…” You pull him forward, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek. He blushes but doesn’t let that distract him. In a moment, he’s gone out the door.

After a frenzied drive into the city, he can finally breathe a sigh of relief. 10 minutes early… not great, but enough. He looks in the mirror one last time, making sure he looks his best before he finally steps out into the public when he notices it. The print of your lipstick, still on his cheek.

His touch lingers on it for a moment, his breathing stilling, before he rubs it off. You’ll just have to replace it later, he tells himself before he finally steps out of the car.

#not proofread at all #heta tag #hetalia imagines #hetalia x reader #ivan tag <3 #aph russia x reader #alfred tag #aph america x reader #hws america x reader #hws russia x reader #matthew tag #aph canada x reader #hws canada x reader #heracles tag #aph greece x reader #hws greece x reader #kiku tag #aph japan x reader #hws japan x reader

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