Hi! I'm finally going back to the usual drawing and brought you Peter and Arthur from the Soviet au. And a silly video from my tik tok :3

Title: (how am i) to forgive myself for doing nothing Fandom: Hetalia Warnings: no archive warnings apply Relationship: est & liet & lat Characters: hws liet, hws rus, hws lat, mentions of hws prus & hws est Tags: Soviet Union era, Historical Hetalia, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Missing Persons, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Psychological Trauma, Implied Disturbing Content AO3 Link: CLICK RIGHT HERE

Summary: Tolys knew that he couldn’t force Ivan to help locate Eduard, but he knew he had to try – for his brother

A/N: It has been 84 years - okay not really but this fic has taken me over a month to complete, which is not counting the time it took to research some of the things mentioned. Really, Liet just gave me hard time with his thoughts; I was continually rewriting parts of it and the re-rewriting those parts. I can't exactly blame the fictional character though, this is a very uncomfortable story - my beta put it as "spiraling on one side, denial on the other" and that is probably the best description possible. This fic is lighter than the previous two even though it takes place in the same universe, but I still say, please read the tags, read the tags on the previous fics, and recognize that just because it's not as dark, doesn't mean it doesn't have some disturbing implications laying under each word. If you can't handle that, please watch saf.iya get a 1950's make over.

Lastly, title is from, again, "Pocket Sized Feminism" by Blythe Baird. It's actually in the same stanza(i think it's called that?) as the title of the entire series and the previous fic. I feel like it fits with Liet's thoughts. This is for Febu.whump 2022, prompt 21, "help them" (obviously I changed it to "help him.") A huge thank you to my darling beta, TinyTeddy878, and a thanks to my family for listening to my rant(s) about how I would personally fist fight literally everyone in history I do not like, and a huge thanks to everyone who's been reading this series, either silently or not, it brightens my day that you guys like this little thing I got going on.

If life was a novel, it would be quarter past midnight when he entered Mister Russia's study. The other nation would be bathed in half shadows, leaning against the old leather desk chair, drinking from an unidentified glass of alcohol. The soft glow of moonlight drifting in through the half opened curtains would pay lip service to the aesthetics of the room, and most importantly, Mister Russia would have the information that Lithuania wanted.

But life wasn't a novel, and when he entered Mister Russia's study, it was a few minutes past the 15th hour, the other was slumped languidly down on the old green couch that sat between the two bookcases on the left wall, and most importantly, when Lithuania asked, "Did you see him?" the whole room fell into stony silence.

It wasn't that Lithuania had high expectations for the personification of Russia; he had lived with the other nation for far long enough, but he did expect the other to know what his government would do with one of their fellow nations.

The way that Mister Russia seemed to glare towards the ceiling at his question though spoke far louder than he would ever need to.

It was worrying.

It had been over a year since those officers had paraded into the manor, government signed pages shoved towards Mister Russia before they had made their way up the stairs and towards the bedroom that Lithuania had shared with the other two Baltics. Two of the police officers had grabbed Estonia from wherever he had been in the manor – most likely the library – and marched him out of the house right into a car, while the other two had raided the Estonian's few belongings and grabbed several random papers from there.

His heart had seized when he saw them holding the pages. While he had no definite clue as to what was written on them, he knew that Estonia had basically joined the ranks of those who were dissatisfied with the way things were and who were not quiet in that discontent. Once he had overheard the other talking with Prussia about a man who had written a pamphlet discussing the government and it's abuses – which Lithuania agreed with, he’d be hard pressed not to with what was being done with his people, but he still believed that everything was far too uneasy to be so outspoken about it. Mister Russia’s moods were just the tip of the iceberg, there was more under the surface that they had no idea about, he was sure of it, and the other's outspokenness with the way the world had turned out after the war had him worried.

They had even argued about it.

But, according to Prussia, spoken several days after Estonia had been grabbed, the pages were nothing of the sordid type, just jokes that they had passed back and forth to pass the time. Lithuania wasn't sure if he believed that. If they weren't anything too bad, then where was his brother? Why had the other nation been unable to contact them since month four of this whole debacle?

It was, again, worrying.

Oh, Lithuania tried to keep calm, especially when they had been receiving the short calls from the other for the first three months. Even when the other sounded horrid; his voice scratchy and watery, tired and strained, he’d kept his worry buried, but after the calls suddenly stopped, and instead was replaced by one letter, he started having trouble doing so.

He had asked Mister Russia once, a week after Estonia had been grabbed, if the other knew what the reasoning was and when was his brother going to be coming back. Mister Russia had said that Estonia was being useful, helping the government with it’s new filing system that was being implemented and was getting to work on the computers that were now becoming commonplace in many of the government buildings. He was told that the papers were just taken to help them determine if his handwriting was well enough to be useful.

“Nothing unpleasant was happening to Estonia, he’s fine,”  Mister Russia had said and then preceded to ignore any other questions that Lithuania had.

He regretted ever allowing himself to be bought with such obvious lies – even knowing that it was in a desperate need to believe that Russia’s government was not so far gone as to ignore well defined rules did nothing to assuage the guilt that sat deep in his stomach.

None of that mattered though, all that did was that it had been a year since anyone had seen Estonia; Russia admitting that he had attempted to ask his bosses if he could see the other briefly several months after Estonia was grabbed but had gotten nowhere on account of them not wanting to disturb the work that Estonia was supposedly doing – and that was worrying.

No, it was more than worrying: it was sickening. It was sitting awake every night for hours on end listening to Latvia breath in and out slowly, all while knowing that someone was missing from the room. It was watching Prussia look out the front windows every day for several minutes on end with a look of regret on his face. It was meeting with Mister Russia every chance he got to see if the other had ran into Estonia at all, and it was knowing that the answer was always the same.

“No,” Russia finally said, his voice rough.“According to my bosses, he is currently in Leningrad working on their filing system.”

“Leningrad?” Lithuania stared, trying to figure out if Russia truly believed them or if he was just trying to lie to himself. “Filing system in Leningrad?”

Russia lifted his head, angry eyes meeting his. “Yes,” he replied, his face going blank as he continued, “By time they had told me though, the last train had already left and the time between us and there would have left me out far too late to meet him at the office.”

Ah, Lithuania could understand what was being said in between – that Russia had asked and been denied after having to wait an entire day to even be told anything, It also spoke of the trickiness of the situation; by saying that Estonia was so close, yet so far away meant that they couldn’t exactly assume that the other had been sent to a gulag or something that horrid. It was meant to be a warning as well as to placate any worries.

It did neither.

“I find it surprising that Leningrad has so much paperwork that Estonia can’t even call us for a minute or two,” Lithuania replied after a moment, “I know he’s a hard worker but to not even spare us some time is unlike him.”

Russia hummed, dropping his head back down against the couch. “It is odd, isn’t it?”

And that would be the last of their conversation, the simple dismissal in the other’s words would have Lithuania scurrying to go find something to do while he fretted to himself, but he couldn’t just -

It had been a year.

There was no amount of paperwork that Estonia would have to help file away for Russia’s government that would take a year to do. No amount of anything that was not being tortured that would keep the Estonian from calling, writing, or somehow getting word to them of where he was and what he was doing. The other was respectful like that, always letting Lithuania know of his status even when he didn’t need to. Like when Lithuania had lost custody of him and Latvia to Sweden and had sent a monthly letter until they met again under Russia’s rule.

With that thought in his head to steady him, Lithuania forced himself to stay calm as he spoke again. “Perhaps tomorrow we can -”

“I’m busy tomorrow.” The dismissal was sharper than before, cold eyes snapping to meet his own and for a second, he was willing to back down.

But -

On Friday, August 31 st of last year, a group of secret police had barged in and taken his little brother and Lithuania was anything but willing to continue to not know what was going on. “But perhaps it’s something that can be put off a bit?” He asked, his voice soft as he kept his eyes on the other. “I mean, Estonia’s been gone for quite a long time and surely he’s important.”

“My work is important,” Russia snarled, rising quickly from his position on the couch. Hands hung at his side, clenched in fists, eyes darkening as he continued, “Some people have countries to take care of.”

Something inside Lithuania snapped.

“And some people have friends to take care of,” he hissed, watching as the other recoiled slightly. His heart pounded inside his chest. Far from it, he wasn’t a weak nation, but he was also much smarter than this normally – arguing with Russia was reserved for idiots and those who counted as a superpower, not for nations already forced under his iron fist. He just couldn’t care anymore. “My brother was taken from your manor by your government and we have no idea if he’s okay!”

“I know that,” Russia started, scowl on his face. He seemed to loom as he clenched his hands over and over again. “I am looking for him – for you! – but I can’t just skip important nation meetings, you know this: they will think something is wrong.”

“Something is wrong!” His voice rose quickly, bordering a yell. The urge to continue to yell pulsed through him but Lithuania forced himself down before he spoke again, “Something is very wrong, Mister Russia.”

Why did the other not see that?

Something had been wrong for the last year - longer in Lithuania’s opinion, but it had steadily grown worse as time went on. Boundaries had been pushed beyond all belief, governments had overstepped far worse than he had ever seen. His people – all of their people – were being taken from their homes, families were being ripped apart; there were extermination squads and massacres, and assaults and the mass graves filling up quicker than he thought they could. And that was just the information they could get personally; he was sure more was happening that just didn’t make it’s way across Russia’s desk long enough for them to spot it while cleaning.

This was just the latest in all the horror that had been going on.

“Nothing is wrong,” Russia said blandly. His eyes darkened as he moved closer, right into Lithuania’s space, soft air from the other’s breath pressing against his skin. “Repeat it, Tolys.”

He shook his head, “Help me, help him.” His words were soft, eyes making contact with the other, “Please help him.”

Russia stared, his movements paused. The whole room felt oppressive and for a second, Lithuania was sure he was going to be punished. Instead, Russia huffed a sigh, speaking as softly as he could, “Nothing is wrong, Tolys, he doesn’t need help,” before pushing past him and out the door, slamming it behind him as he went.

Lithuania closed his eyes, breath held in his chest as he waited. Steps stomped down the hall followed by the sound of the front door opening and closing. Still, it wasn’t safe – he’d be back. Nonetheless, he breathed out, collapsing on the couch. Never before had Lithuania ever felt like so, a hopelessness so heavy sitting on his heart.

A knock at the door sounded and he jumped slightly in place. His thoughts a disjointed mess as he watched the door creak open gently.

“Lithuania?” Latvia peeked his head through the door, worry on his face.

“Raivis,” he greeted, straightening his back and forcing a small smile on his face, “What do you need?”

“Are you… alright?” Hesitance separated some of his words and Lithuania could see a soft tremble to the other’s body.

Closing his eyes once more, he nodded, “Yeah, don’t worry – I was just talking with Mister Russia about Estonia, they say he should be finishing up doing whatever it is they have him doing soon.”

It was a lie and they both knew it, but it was a lie they both needed to believe until they got their brother back. At least, from the little nod that Latvia gave, Lithuania assumed so. Still it was all either of them had without falling into the despair of wondering what was going on and where was the other of their trio.

And if that was all they had, then that was all they had until they could help Estonia themselves.

Additional Notes: So if you liked, please leave some form of nice interaction. Sorry that last time I said it'd be happier and instead you just get more sad shit. Especially since I know the next two fics won't be happier. Anyway, read on for some notes.

The historical notes:

*Few minutes past 15th hour = few minutes past 3pm, for my non-military clock using people. *There was so much going on in the Soviet Union regarding crimes against humanity that I doubt that the annexed countries living with Ivan even knew half of what was going on until afterwards, if only because miscommunication, triangulation, and lying was the name of the game the Soviet government was using when dealing with things like this. *I can't get an exact date on when computers were being installed in government buildings during the Soviet era, which I think is just rude, but based on when this fic takes place and when personal computers became commonplace, I just guessed - I mean in the end does it matter when in truth it's just a lie being used? I don't know, you decide. *Leningrad = Saint Petersburg. Lenin was a two faced bitch but whatever, name your cities after him i guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ *It's a 6 hour drive between Moscow and Saint Petersburg, taking in account that they would've told him at like late afternoon/end of work day, it would've been too late to go there, visit quickly and then go back home. Again, it's all a lie so don't look to closely. *I just always head canoned this: I like the idea of Est just writing Liet and Pol letters of "hey we're doing good promise". *August 30th 1963, the Moscow-Washington hotline (the red phone commonly depicted in media, which it is not, we were lied to okay!!!) was set up; this fic assumes that Ivan spent Saturday there working on that as well, since in the U.S, test messages were sent hourly in the beginning to make sure that it was working. I just assume the Soviets were doing the same. *The Soviet government continually pushed the boundaries of what a government should do (at least in my opinion) and you can look, especially in the Bal.tic states, that people were taken from their homes for being anti-communist/anti-soviet, or even for being assumed so; there were extermination squads (known as istrebitels, they were an organization from 1941 to 1954 that terrorized anti-soviet partisans and used scorched earth tactics while also brutalizing civilians and killing people/destroying areas/being all around horrifying to read on) and secret police basically acted as one; massacres were common place as well, literally type in "massacres during soviet union" and you get an incomplete wikipedia page with sources, and that's of course ignoring the fact that there excess mortality during Stalin's reign; physical assaults and sexual assaults were common, especially those who were victims of the KGB; mass graves were common as you needed a place to bury those who were either massacred in one of the many massacres/government sanctioned mass killings. Literally the Soviet Union sucked. *We talked about this last notes I wrote, there is enough evidence in the manga/web comic that Russia has been violent/volatile towards the Baltics; and with Lithuania, we have (tentative) evidence there was physical violence. Unless otherwise stated, I'm keeping it. *Personal headcanon that using human names are generally reserved for family/close friends and Russia's use of it is a power play in an effort to get Liet to back down. *And we know that it'll be half a year before they do get to see him, whoo, sorry babies I love you.

1950s, he’s sleeping with a knife

Chinese Cub

Chinese Cub (An “Axis Powers Hetalia” fan fiction)

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Se dovessi riassumerlo in un solo aggettivo, definirei "Chinese Cub" uno dei miei lavori più visivamente "estetici".

Nonostante la stesura non proprio facilissima, questo secondo spin off di "Siberian Cub" è stata una delle sfide più divertenti che io abbia mai sperimentato nel campo della scrittura. Si tratta solo di due capitoli. Per di più capitoli molto introspettivi, rispetto ai miei standard. Pochissima azione (è ambientato tutto al chiuso, letteralmente solo in due stanze), però con moltissimo dialogo che ho comunque dovuto rendere più dinamico possibile per compensare la staticità della situazione generale.

Definisco questa breve storiella un elaborato estetico, poiché mi sono concentrata molto sulle atmosfere dell'ambientazione, sull'equilibrio dei cinque sensi, mentre di solito io m’impunto soprattutto sulla caratterizzazione dei personaggi, su quelli che definisco i veri e propri ingranaggi della trama.

Dunque le tinte rosse, le luci soffuse e i fumi dell'oppio della prima parte vanno in contrasto con il grigio di Londra, lo smog, e le ombre dei grattacieli che invece occupano la seconda.

Anche la parte di ricerca è stata particolarmente appassionante. Interi pomeriggi trascorsi a prendere appunti sulla coltivazione dei papaveri, sulla lavorazione dell'oppio, e a studiare i traffici provenienti dal Medioriente... mi sono sentita proprio una criminale in incognito. (😅)

Work!

Ensemble: Work Work!

Estonia: Estoniaaaaaa

Ensemble: Work Work!

Lithuania: Lituaaaaania

Latvia: And Latvia

Ensemble: The Baltic States

Just a FNAF hetalia crossover.here's the main characters

Ukraine-circus baby

Belarus-Ballora

Russia-Lolbit

Poland-Funtime foxy

Estonia-Funtime Freddy

Nyo Lithuania- Bonbon

I didn't draw Latvia but he would be Bidybab and Czech would be a Minireena

Prussia-Ennard

But I don’t know who would be yenndo and the player

дорогая наташа~ How you have been? Has been some time since we have seen one another!

[ @ask-deus-belarus & tysm! 💖💖 ;v;/ ]

Jellyfish and Flowers

APH Estonia Week Day 2: AU Flower Shop, Belgium, mentions of DenEst, hints of NethBel (I headcanon they are not siblings)

Chap 1: Lilies

Tallinn, a scorching day.

It was hard to think that in a place so high up in the North, there were summer days that were so hot that even the soil wanted to melt.

Kalev's mother died in the midst of those days when the sun was bright like that.

His mother was announced that she wouldn’t get through with her terminal illness made things easier. In fact, there could still be some hope of survival if she had received the right treatment, but in this Soviet-occupied country, it was almost a fantasy when sometimes, even food was inadequate. The funeral was arranged to take place in exactly one week, neatly and quickly. So fast that Kalev thought he was going to someone else's funeral, not his mother. Kalev actually cried a lot during the time his mother was in the hospital, so much that his heart was painfully dry, but now he couldn't cry. He rarely cried, even when he was a child. He grew up stubborn and quiet, not sure if it was his natural temperament or life forced him to be like that? But when his mother was sick, he couldn't hide the soft inner part of his heart, just like he could never hide anything from her. He cried until he felt like he could melt into tears. Until he received the urn in his hand, he couldn't cry anymore and only shed a few silent tears of an 18-year-old boy. Mom handed Kalev an old leather-bound notebook, he didn't know what was in it and didn't have the courage to open it as well, so he put it in his briefcase, always carrying it with him.

In that notebook, Kalev also included a few more letters. Letters from the man he loved…

He still clearly remembered the first time he met him. In this Soviet-occupied country which was full of gray buildings and lifeless or sad human faces, Kalev could instantly recognize him as someone from somewhere far away, from places he could only hear and imagine. He carried a different light, a bright smile, bright eyes and he was full of curiosity. He approached him. It was hard to believe he could approach someone as quiet and reserved as him. Perhaps it was his professional skills, his tenacious and optimistic nature, or perhaps it was their fate. His name was Mathias. He was a reporter and a writer. By some special methods, from Denmark - his homeland, he slipped through the strict Iron Curtain and came to Estonia, to him. When Kalev first saw him, he was looking around, eager to take notes and eager to study everything around him like a child. Kalev himself couldn’t understand why he looked at someone for so long and he couldn’t understand why Mathias would run up to him and ask to interview him. Long after that first meeting, the first interview began. Later, when he asked why out of all the people, he chose him to interview, he just laughed and said that, as a reporter, he saw in him something special, things that connected him with Estonia, and as a man, he saw in him things that make he believed in the thing called love at first sight...

Then the two of them fell in love, intensely, deeply, yet so gently and idyllically. They loved each other, defied the gray buildings, the soldiers breaking the peaceful sleep or the strange eyes of people at the love of two men. Mathias promised to accompany him to the ends of the earth. He could accept the situation here to live with him, or he would find a way to bring him to his country. Everything was in a tight box, but they still thought about a future together.

However, life is not all you want. You can’t just make a promise and be sure that it will always come true. Sometimes promises are broken through no one's fault, it's just that there are times that fate forces our longings to go unfulfilled.

P/s: This time I decided to choose a more Estonian name for Estonia, Kalev ^^ 

so whats the daily life of kat and natalia like?

So their basic day consists of this:

The two wake up in the morning. Natalia is definitely not a morning person unlike her sister so it takes longer for her to be ready. They both live close to each other so they carpool to the daycare they work at. Yekaterina is usually the one to drive so Natalia can drink her coffee in peace.

When the two get there they usually set up for the day. Natalia tends to prefer to care for the younger children while Kat switches around to help who ever needs help, whether it’s the younger kids or the older kids. They set up fun actives for the kiddos and make sure they’re all safe. The two really enjoys their lives and interacting with the kids, it really makes their day 99.8% of the time.

After work and they part ways with one of their coworker Lovino they usually go about their own separate ways. Natalia usually just hangs out at home and Kat does some errands every so often and clean up around the house. The two usually tend to spend time together to keep each other company through out the year. 

AO3 fic writer tag meme

Tagged by @lithugraph - thank you! ❤︎

AO3 name: Kate_Marley

Fandoms (that I write for): Hetalia, Discworld, Harry Potter

Tropes: power couples, “star-crossed lovers”, angst, hurt/comfort, irony/humour, history, (classical) music

Number of fics: 47 on my main account on AO3, 9+3+3 on the pseuds; subtracting the translations (3): currently 59 in total (but some are drabbles). There are a few more on my fanfiktion.de account that only exist in German, though.

Fic I spent the most time on: “Wanted: Escort for a Wedding Party”, I assume... Didn’t track the time I spent on my fics tbh.

Fic I spent the least time on: Not sure, but it must be one of my drabbles. They’re usually quick things that I jot down in a few minutes’ time.

Longest fic: “Wanted: Escort for a Wedding Party” (38,402 words)

Shortest fic: I believe one of the “Draco Drabbles”; they’re all 100 words each.

Most hits: According to AO3, my Hetalia short story collection “Awesome Heroes, Just Like You and Me” (2940 hits)

Most kudos: my Drarry fic “Don’t Keep On Pretending” (159)

Most comment threads: “Awesome Heroes, Just Like You and Me” (27)

Most bookmarks: “Don’t Keep On Pretending” (24)

Total word count: 164776 (on AO3)

Favourite fic I wrote: Probably “Wanted: Escort for a Wedding Party” because it fulfilled my own craving for an AU set at Lake Geneva and for one more longer SpAus story (among only few others)

Fic I want to rewrite/expand on: My latest one, “Golden Apple”. I’ve written it for one challenge with a time limit of one hour and another with the specification “500-1000 words”, but I feel like I’ve got a lot more to say about Austria and Turkey...

Share a bit of a WIP or a story idea you’re planning on:

These are the first three paragraphs of a Hetalia WIP called “Lingering Memories” that I started about one year ago. It’s basically GDR-Gilbert and USSR-Ivan reminiscing about ye olden days (aka the 18th century):

Gilbert knew he was stepping from one nail in his coffin to the next as he walked out of the Kremlin with Ivan. They had witnessed a rather lengthy and somewhat tense meeting between their bosses. Then Ivan had invited him to what he had called a “family gathering”. The term usually meant that there would be several other Soviet satellite states and far too much vodka.

Gilbert disagreed with the whole family thing, but he did agree with a bit of alcohol. Emphasis on a bit. If his previous experiences with this kind of gathering were anything to go by—and they were plenty—he would be hammered by the end of the evening, and he had already dutifully watered the potted plants in the conference room he had just escaped.

Russians rarely ever seemed to drink except during official meetings and family reunions, but official meetings and family reunions were all he ever came for ... except for that one time when Ivan had invited him just to show him the city, but that had been more than two hundred years ago. That meant Gilbert’s more recent visits to Moscow usually ended with him getting hammered.

Tagging: @salytierra @aph--lietuva @hagebutt @thefreakzone – only if you want to, of course!

[ APH x Frozen ] ~ Russia, Ukraine and Belarus

Someone tagged my belarus fanart over at @aphsketchworld with #miss belarus the ice queen - leading me to draw these three ~ ♡ ♡ ♡  

Dunno why, but this old fanart still gets notes sometimes. Thanks to @aph-belarusia for giving me the idea to draw this in the first place. The tag name is pretty cool! :)

Calling all fanfic readers!

I recently made this post about needing beta readers in the future for a medieval tragedy au I am writing. I am still hoping to have the first draft done by the end of June, but I also wanted to add in that I am giving beta readers the opportunity to choose the cover for the fic once I publish it. 

In case the link doesn’t work, I am looking for beta readers who:

Are fans of the APH Soviet group and/or APH Nordic 5

Are avid fanfiction readers

Are fans of medieval stories

Are lovers of tragedy and betrayal

If this is something you may be interested in beta reading, then please feel free to message me for more information!  

Misconception: He’s weak because he’s terrified of Russia OR “stop portraying Estonia as a fraidy cat. He’s strong!!!!”

Reality: Anyone in their right mind would be terrified of Russia when he’s angry. Estonia and the other Baltic nations being scared of him is completely logical. The real Estonia is both a careful and extremely intelligent tactician who is realistically scared of Russia should he get on the latter’s bad side.

To portray and argue that Estonia isn’t scared of Russia is just as one-sided as portraying him to be a trembling, sobbing mess.

Ex:The Baltics aren’t called the Trembling Trio for nothing. They withstood decades of oppressive Russian rule [x].

Ex: Whether it has to do with money or his plans to gain independence, Estonia prides himself on his calculative nature [x] [x].

Most of Estonia’s strength comes from his wit.

Ex: He’s described as an “honor student” [economically and politically] that’s “rational and businessman-like.”

Ex: He acts as Prussia’s senior and gives the latter advice on how to live in Russia’s house [x].

On the other hand, Estonia isn’t completely afraid of Russia either. He’s stood up for himself several times.

Ex: He has no problem confronting Russia when he believes that his blog was hacked by Russians [x].

Ex: He confronts Russia about his bullying behaviour during a world meeting. 

Ex: He hangs up on Russia during the 2010 Christmas event [x].

Ex: He was eager to sell any belongings associated with Russia in the post-Soviet era [x].

Misconception: He’s a plain ‘in the shadows character” that is insecure of himself.

Reality: He’s very self-confident.

Estonia arguably has the highest self-esteem of all aph characters. When he commends/ boasts about himself, he truly means it [x].

Bonus facts:

He’s known for his IT technology [x].

He’s part of the Choral club in the World Academy AU.

Estonia is the caretaker of the mochis. He bought most of them from an online auction [x].

He wants to become a Nordic.

When asked why Estonia has so many strange experiences – i.e. being transported into the world of the mochis and the dream in which several male nations were replaced by their nyo versions – Himaruya stated that his “elite glasses summon strange fellows,” [x].