Hetalia characters, high (pt.2)
same concept as the last one, featuring north and south Italy, Germany, Japan, Prussia, and Spain! (axis powers + friends)
TW/CW: drugs, mostly weed, i curse like a sailor, i make a couple hippie jokes, I have chronic tiktok humor, I abuse emojis
AN: someone reblogged part 1 so I had to rush and make part 2. Also i apologize if this is bad (y'know what they say about sequels)
N. Italy
Cannot handle weed for the life of him, zero tolerance.
Not a bad thing of course, just a general observation.
Also cannot smoke, at all…
So in the event he decides to get high, he just takes an edible.
Boy oh boy does he go through some shit.
It makes him… deep? Very introspective, and hungry.
MAJOR munchies, fiending for pasta
He opens his eyes, sees the world and shit, probably hallucinates his grandpa
Overall: bad trip, a lot of munchies, and he saw grandpa again!
S. Italy
Bad tolerance, just like his brother. On the bright side, he can smoke!
I think this is how he actually relaxes. Like I don’t think he’s ripping a fat hit from a bong on the daily or mass amounts of edibles.
I think he rolls a little joint and smokes it outside in the sun, probably in the countryside with his old lady garden.
(probably grew the shit himself, cause i bet he gardens all the time)
Overall: smokes to wind down, and garden, because he is a hippie grandma
Spain
Kinda like S. Italy, like he would smoke to relax and be one with nature, (or whatever you get my point, they’re hippies)
BUT! He is down to do some stupid shit, with his threeway bromance!!!
I can see it, Prussia brings in strong ass edibles, and dares Spain to eat one.
Spain, (never one to refuse a dare) takes it a step forward, and eats two
Yeah that did not end well. It’s fine they’re immortal who cares about consequences 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄
Anyway, I can see him in the kitchen cooking up a storm while high, (if he isn’t super high lol)
Overall: also a hippie grandma, can be dared to do stupid shit
Germany
He’s on my nightmare blunt rotation list, no.1 D.A.R.E. enthusiast.
Well with the right amount of peer pressure from N. Italy he would try it
It gives him so much energy, he tries to take everyone out for a run, and fucking speeds past everyone.
Never again
Prussia
I think if I tried to smoke with him while Germany was young (y’know, in ye olden days) he would crucify me 💀
Nowadays, he is much more chill, and took himself off of the nightmare blunt rotation list!
He always brings snacks, also kind of an enabler?
Like if I talked about “this edible ain’t shit” he would just tell me to take another one.
(bad advice kids, never take another till the first one hits)
If he’s super high he is really funny, laughs at everything and makes funny jokes
Overall: Redeemed himself, good snacks, an enabler…
Japan
Uh he doesn’t smoke a lot because its fucking illegal at his place 💀
I looked it up, any amount is at least five years in the yard…
Kind of a shame because it naturally grows there… unfair
They use meth more often than weed lol
In the scenario he does get super high, I think he hops on fortnite with the boyz.
He is THE alpha with the cold heart, just on the grind set
Probably watches some trippy anime, like Saiki k
Overall: gamer, also a criminal technically, but whateva
not my tiktok!
ok gn guys
if this gets likes i will write more hetalia/weed content ‼️‼️‼️‼️
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My father, Logan Roy, was a great man in the true sense of the word. Born the middle child of three, he was sent away during the Second World War to bing, bang, bong. Sad, sad, sad. I look good. I look good. I am the man. I am the man. As you can see, here I am, talking loudly about my father. And don’t I perhaps, remind you of him just a little? A little dry. Chicago Daily, ‘81. Launches The Correspondent. “A passion for human communication”. I am King Dong. I am the King of Dong. Bow down to me. I selected the president. Do you see his pecker in my pocket? Uhh, end of the first marriage, it’s very sad, saddy, saddy, sad. Look out. See Shivy cry, see Kenny lie. See Roman the Showman light up the sky! Last days. New adventures. Was he, maybe, tiny nice voice, losing it a little? Who knows? But! A great man. His demise was carried, written in fire. Pulsed electric, in a flash, over seven continents, into newspapers that he started, networks he launched, through fibre he laid, satellites we built. A great man indeed. A great, great man. Father, with your permission? Applause all round. Come on! Let it rip! We love you!
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