no way! I actually did it!! here's all 93 hetalia characters, my beloved

the last time I did one of these was like 7 years ago 🥲 here's the previous ones: 2016//Sept 2015//Feb 2015

hope you all enjoy, this is my little treat to the hetalia fandom, also the last digital art I'll do for the next 5 months but I've got something else big to post in a while plus sketchbook stuff!

seeing female america concepts made me remember a transfem america au me and a friend made once

bonus: old concept art

This may have been Alfred...

The collective gasps of horror when he ate a couple off the New York City sidewalk 😭

PEOPLE KEEP DENYING HIM HIS FIVE HEAD..... LET HIM BE UGLY AS SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

you guys know that meme "wow these people are so weird thank god im the only normal person here". i feel like mcd is like., the opposite of that .

every character is so convinced that they are the Secret Freak who is trying so hard to appear fine and normal but is eating themselves alive over it. and the thing is they're all RIGHT. NONE of these people are normal they're all INSANE. but they love and accept each other anyways and that's beautiful.

Redraw of this image I found on Google (credit to Punpunichu on DeviantArt)

TODAY IS THE FIRST DAY OF

MYTHTALIA MARCH

hey guys

Okay so I started watching mod mod world (more specifically I got through all of void paradox and felt the chemistry in my brain shift and I am insane) and let me tell you who my faves are besides Polly and Laila, BEVAUSE my boytoy scientist lover boy and beloved son Tommy have made me scream and cry and lose my mind over there not being a season 2 I’m genuinely so upset

So to commemorate this take my doodle dump I decided to do instead of my very important comms hahahahahahjajajahahahahahahaha

First is like headshot of Modzilla aka Monty aka loml and then mother son shenanigans

Prussia mentioning some of his & Germany's other brothers: Saxony, Bavaria, Brandenburg, Hesse & Holstein.

Romanisation, or "I don't always headcanon Port as having met Rome, but when I do it’s bc Rome would deffo teach a kid swear words in latin" (mildly connected to this)

Shitpost 😹😹😹 (reposted from my ig account once again...)

any headcanons on serbia ?

he’s the guy I think of when I listen to Style by Taylor Swift,,,,

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"Please save him from what I could do to him"

one of the biggest reasons why alfred is so smiley, goofy, happy-go-lucky, devil-may-care during the 19th through 21st centuries, (besides deciding since before 1776 that he was going to be completely contrarian to arthur in his outlooks) is that he’s been through the wringer for the past hundred years already. give the guy a break!

spending your formative years (or the country equivalent of a ‘childhood’, anyway) educating yourself deeply on politics, fighting for independence, then fighting again to keep your nation together, and then trying to expand throughout the rest of the continent, while dealing with crazy winters and starvation and swathes of diseases… well.

alfred grew up with the expectation of perfection under england, and even after becoming free he still had to raise himself by the bootstraps. help create a government with his people, for his people, and hope and pray to whatever deity was out there that america could survive. and those first 100 years certainly were not sunshine and rainbows — pictures of alfred’s youth show everything except smiles. he wears melancholy expressions that don’t suit his face.

battling for your place on the world stage is hard enough, but to become a self-made, global superpower on top of it? alfred grows in spades, and by the time the industrial revolution comes around, and his house is the most bustling on the entire planet, and the gold rush comes and goes— that constant work and isolationism has paid off. he loosens up a little. he can smile now. relax a little! eat in excess knowing there will always be food on the table.

that’s when he finally gets to live out the years of childlike ease he never truly got to indulge in: to laugh and be merry without a care in the world. momentary ill spell during the great depression aside, the great wars later only solidify america’s place as the strongest in the world. the other countries wouldn’t dare admit it, but alfred’s self-proclaimed epithet of ‘hero’ is not without cause and reason, and not without hard proof. (and besides, he deserves a little gloating after all this time, doesn’t he?)

ivan had threatened his status in the hierarchy for a while there, and 45 years of foolhardy, workaholic america stepped out of the shadows again. but again, alfred surpasses the literal and proverbial soviet wall. and this time it isn’t just the world he has in his palms, but outer space, too — he has the moon and the stars and a damn space station.

finally, on top— finally, he doesn’t have to battle tooth and nail just to survive. instead, maybe he’ll set a whoopie cushion on françois’ chair at the next meeting, or order everything off the mcdonald’s menu tonight just ‘cause he can, or maybe even get matt to film him doing some outrageously ridiculous parkour—

that’s the beauty of it: it’s enjoyable to let go, act as immature and carefree as you want, knowing you’re at the top of the food chain. the others have gotten used to boy scout america, to the silly superhero alfred — they’ve definitely forgotten how scary and smart and cutthroat and frankly bloodthirsty he is when he gets serious. the america that lies asleep beneath the surface, the sleeping dog that you’d better hope you don’t wake up.

and, hell— his people chose him. his people left the other nations for him. left their homelands to stay at his house. that’s a testament to the unshakeable empire he’s built up, right? the others should be following his lead.

so he’ll act as he pleases, screw all the manners and customs and old-world european way of doing things — the freedom-loving rebel bastard that he still is, deep down.

al’s earned it, after all!

Name: Arthur Kirkland Specialty: Ghost/Dark Place of Origin: Wyndon, Galar Team: Mismagius(main), Chandelure, Galarian Rapidash, Aegislash, Serpirior, Shiny Pumpkaboo, Gallade Not used for battle: Polteageist Rank: Top 10 (Galar) Top 50 (Globally) Pokemon he hates/fears: he had disdain for everything and everyone in general except for Ghost and Dark types.

As a Pokemon trainer, he had been ruthless and power-hungry with his competitive drive to be the strongest. This had led him to rise through the ranks quite quickly, aggravating his already chronic arrogance. He had been very punk back then, but has since calmed down into a more gentlemanly disposition. However, his past attitude has gained him haters, and many people hold disdain for him to this day. It doesn't bother him, though (or so he says). As an adult, Arthur is now a Pokémon history researcher, delving into the mythology, history, and cultural significance of Pokémon. His fascination with folklore, magic, and legends makes him well-suited to study ancient Pokémon species, artifacts, and mysterious phenomena. Additionally, his meticulous nature and love for tradition would lead him to specialize in documenting regional variations of Pokémon and their habitats. Not to say that he has abandoned battling—he is also an Elite Four Member specializing in Dark types, renowned as one of the strongest in Galar.

Arthur and his siblings were orphaned after their parents' tragic death at sea, leaving their eldest brother, Scott, to care for them. Despite their affluent lifestyle in an opulent manor, the family chose not to touch their inheritance, leaving Arthur with only hand-me-downs and a sense of being overshadowed. This fueled him to become a Pokemon trainer, as he saw it as the quickest way to put his name on the map and accomplish something outside of his brothers. Arthur joined the Allies' traveling group with this goal, but after their adventures, he realized battling wasn't his true calling and turned to documenting his journey in writing, focusing on Pokémon history and mythology at the Astral Institute. He is a longtime rival of Francis Bonnefoy, who has been his friend since childhood after the latter had saved him from drowning. Despite their fierce rivalry, they are inseparable. They have always been together in everything, so Arthur's temper is worsened whenever they are separated.