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belhelgalar · 21 days

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Day 6: Magical and Fantasy | Ghost

one more time

Shouldn't scare little boys. Otherwise, a big girl will come

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@hetalia-rarepairweek

#hetalia #aph #axis powers hetalia #aph belarus #hws belarus #aph england #hws england #engbela

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coralcatsea · 2 months

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Most people acknowledge Arthur as the tsundere in his ships, but interestingly...quite a few of his ships actually have the other character possessing tsundere traits as well. 😆

USUK - Alfred rejects Arthur's offer to be friends, yet his bio says Arthur is one of his only friends. And how many times does Alfred make up silly excuses to hang out with Arthur just so he doesn't have to admit he likes it? "Oh, you were my first Twitter follower, that's why I want to wear matching Halloween costumes with you." "I prank you specifically every New Year because of this list of reasons that I'm pretending only you qualify for."

FrUK- They're both hostile and aggressive to each other, yet they have a weird sort of mutual respect and frenemy relationship.

PrUK- Gilbert talks a big talk, but he gets defensive and embarrassed pretty easily. ESPECIALLY in his past, like in his Teutonic priest days.

EngBela- While Natalya IS capable of forming friendships with others, she's fairly unfriendly towards anyone who isn't Russia.

Engmano- Self-explanatory. Everyone commonly labels the both of them as tsunderes.

SpUK- I'm not as familiar with this ship, but everyone focuses on the pirate rivalry stuff, sooo...they're usually portrayed as having tension with each other.

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hwsevents · 4 months

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Ships are welcome and encouraged for Mythtalia March.

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What is Mythtalia March?

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fizzycherrycola · 5 months

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EngBelg and/or SpaBelg for your ship grading?

A/B for both of them!! ✨

Belgium is a wonderful, bubbly, fun and intelligent woman. A massively underrated character! The headquarters of the EU is in Brussels and that's no accident; she's been through two World Wars and came out the other side more resilient. She adapted! Other traits: she can drink everyone else in Europe under the table, she has a loving + HEALTHY relationship with her family (even if they had rough patches in the past), and she brightens up every pairing that she's a part of. And by the way, HAVE YOU SEEN her baking skills?? NGL, when I was younger, I often dreamed about dating a lady like her... So for me, automatically any pairing with Belgium gets at least a C or higher!

From a dynamic standpoint: I've written both of these pairings in fanfics, and while they turned out super different, some key takeaways were that SpaBelg leans more open, silly, and cute (for me). Whereas EngBelg feels more reserved, but no less deeply loving. These are just the vibes I got when I wrote them.

There's also a historical basis for these ships, and I adore my history classes.

For SpaBelg, I've read other fic authors who took this pair very seriously and explored the history of the Spanish Netherlands. My knowledge is woefully lacking in this area, so I won't embarrass myself by yammering about things I haven't researched.

HOWEVER. I personally HC England and Belgium's relationship beginning in the 1860's, after "The Luxembourg Crisis". This was a diplomatic dispute over the political status of Luxembourg that almost led to war, but was peacefully resolved by the Treaty of London. The UK was happy to host the talks as they feared that the absorption of Luxembourg by another power would weaken its strategic ally on the continent: Belgium. So these two were already on amicable terms by that point! It's also VERY appealing when a potential romantic partner shows they will defend your family. And from a practical sense, this just showed them both that, hey, it's in our best interests to stick together! Alliance... consummated!

Anyways I wish these pairings were more popular. Thank you for letting me rave about them. 💜

#spabel #engbel #engbela #hws england #hws spain #hws belgium #hetalia headcanons #ask box #ship game #aph belgium

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heta-fraulein · 2 years

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Pairing: England/Belarus - Engbela

The teacup is placed on the table lightly, the caption contrasting with the stone cold expression of it’s owner. There’s a slight raise of her eyebrows at the newcomer, albeit from his position it wouldn’t have been visible.

There was no need to guess as Arthur had observed her for far long for needing to think when it comes to her, even if her eyes forever seemed to be enclosed in a mystery of her own, he had long since drawn her curtains up.

She takes a sharp breath, hands folded neatly on her lap, shoulders squared and a narrowing of her eyes. Heartbeat accelerated, a hint of curiosity can’t help but linger in her mind,

“Could you not breath down my neck every second of the day, Arthur?”

He had always admired the way his name rolled off her tongue, in a rough and chopped up manner as she only bothered to question him when he was being a menace to society and her existence.

“I am not”, he simply states so. Which was the truth really, if anything Natalya had been the one dragging the both of them from place to place and country to country for the past few days, and he had kindly obeyed.

A sigh of irritation and finally she shoots a glare towards him, beside her, a loving companion who was also a cat gives a glare of her own. “I mean literally, stop breathing down my neck, it’s annoying and frankly, creepy”,

Arthur gives a thoughtful expression for a moment, smoothing out his neat suit and tilting his head. He gives a desperate sigh which she rolled her eyes at,

“But I just can’t help myself when your blood calls out to me”, he says calmly.

“My blood’s rotten and so is your core”, gritting her teeth, there’s a flurry and a glint of metal as Arthur narrowly avoids the dagger aimed for his chest,

As he was a mad lad and a man with great reflexes, he catches her wrist in a tight grip and gives a tight grin, a furrow of his eyebrow and his sharp fangs visible more clearly now.

Natalya’s hand burns and a purple glow envelopes the dagger, it’s mesmerizing and pretty to watch, similar to her eyes which Arthur could stare at all day.

“Must we do this again?”, Arthur’s voice is a whisper as he leans towards her face. “The neighbors will hear us”,

The lady rolls her eyes at the statement and raises her brow, “and you didn’t worry about the before?, shouldn’t you have learned to behave centuries ago?”,

His grin is unwavering as he clicks his tongue, dangerously wide eyed, “the past centuries haven’t changed much”,

She wrinkled her nose, the purple glow slipping off her hair as raindrops, although it quickly turns into small waves of flame. It won’t hurt them or him, only if she would have wanted too.

“They would still burn a witch on the stake”, the grin is replaced with a sly smile and she huffs, the dagger moved away from his chest. She must have been reminded of her sister, although she was a faerie and not a witch, two different things. And no she wasn’t dead.

“And I would still, pierce this iron dagger through your chest watching as your flesh melts and hum along to your screams”,

“Well, that isn’t edgy at all”, it’s now his turn to roll his eyes, taking a seat across from her as they proceed to grasp their cups refilled by a magical kettle floating over the table.

“And your fangs are sooo cool and original?”,

“They could tear apart a bitch, I tell you”.

Natalya gives a light grin at the comment and braces herself for whatever the reason was for him to arrive here during her tea time.

“Oh, if we must move again, must we take that cat with us?”,

The cat pauses from the process of licking its tummy, it’s green eyes glowing dangerously under the sunlight.

A frown graces her lips, “Yes, muffins shall come with us wherever we may go”, he groans at the response and swears the cat gives him a mocking expression.

“Muffins?, that old lady”, the cat almost seems offended,”is immortal, can float and has claws that could disfigure a person for life”.

Natalya sips her tea without any worry, there’s a knock at the door and the both of them stare at each other for a while.

“Seems like Jones have found us”, he states amusingly and Natalya snorts.

“Great, they have ran away again”,

There’s a disdain in Matthews tone, the room they were standing in is now bare with no trace of someone else living there.

The neighbors were creeped out to say the least and no threatening could get anything out of them.

Alfred narrows his eyes at the window, wide open and the curtains flailing around. He clenched his gun tightly, gritting his teeth as a hand is placed on his shoulder.

“There, there it will be fine”,

Footsteps echoes in the room and Alistair takes out a cigar, lightning it up. A careless, dangerous grin forms on his lips, eyes shimmering green, but obviously the two human mortals do not notice so. Who knew he could manipulate a horde of hunters? This was far too easy.

“We will get them just in time”, he can feel the anger brimming off Alfred and can’t help but feed off the negative energy. Matthew’s sweet disdain and a hint of anxiety has always been soothing.

He watches the smoke from his cigar move gracefully and listens to Matthew talk with Lars about dragon-sightings near the area, which has never been heard for centuries by the woodland ‘aka mythical’ creatures.

Arthur’s memories flashes through his mind, and as always the desire for revenge the boy has had for the one thing that took his humanity away.

He sighs. Even without the hunters, he would still find a way to stop Arthur before he does something regrettable for the creatures that shouldn’t be revealed about to anyone.

‘I will show him’,

‘After all, I raised the damn brat’.

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ssuckitlosers · 4 years

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Do you want to know a good rarepair ? England x Belarus.

I remember reading a fic on them a while ago and it’s a surprisingly cute pairing.

#englands a very calming presence on her i think #and they drink tea in a lot of the fics if im remembering right 😂#hetalia #aph rarepair #???? why dont i already have a rarepair tag????#aph england #aph belarus #idk the ship name #engbela #??

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ziashetalia · 5 years

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ついろぐ1 Pixiv ID: 67819055 Member: 19513777 - 望月

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#hetalia #aph #engbela #aph england #aph belarus #nyotalia #19513777 #Pixiv ID: 67819055 #pixiv art #pwgbta #ziafauq

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hetalia-text-messages · 6 years

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She talks a lot like me, now that I think about it.

#aph #hetalia #aph England #aph Britain #aph Russia #EngBela

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pannazsinihkvetak · 7 years

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Day 5 – Gods, Goddesses, and Mythology

Paring: EngBela , England/Belarus

I did a little thing exploring Belarusian folkloric beings, aka the leshy with some mention of English supernatural creatures and figures

Belarus harshly put a cup of tea in front of him and then gave herself one before wordlessly sitting down at the table and then seeming to space off and stare at England’s hair, or perhaps something behind him, he wasn’t quite sure. “I thought you lot were supposed to be hospitable,” he said dryly, yet also politely. It was best to be on his toes with her, she was intriguing but he could never quite figure out what she might do. What a puzzle the girl was.

“I am being hospitable, I didn’t fucking kick you out and I gave you tea.” What was left unsaid was that tea was slightly pricey so it was only reserved for those she had no real issue with or liked. “Right, quite so,” England agreed, clearing his throat awkwardly and taking a sip. It wasn’t bad, no it wasn’t as good as his tea but it wasn’t bad at least. He kept his thoughts to himself however, again one must be on one’s toes. She simply resumed staring again as she drank her own tea. It was silent for a moment and then she spoke once more, startling England slightly. “Listen carefully, I have heard that you can see folkloric creatures. Is this true?”

England stopped drinking and looked at her. “Well…yes, but where did you even hear this? I suppose some tossers were taking the piss out of me,” he said once more in a dry tone. He didn’t really care, it was expected after all. The world seemed to live to mock Arthur Kirkland, as the isle of England was known as. He was used to it, it was his fate in life. Belarus didn’t seem to care about his fate though since she reached across the table, took his cheeks in her hand and squished them together. “I have my ways and it’s as important as a bag of dicks. What is important is the fact that you can see the truly important. So I don’t regret giving you tea I’ll have to take you to meet the leshy. If you can see him and not piss him off then you were worthy of my tea at least.”

England was dumbfounded. “What the bloody hell does that have to do with tea? I heard the creature mentioned at your library in my place…but I can’t quite recall what it is.” “Tea is expensive these days!” she declared as if that explained everything. To her it did, she wasn’t rich and so scrimping was the way of life. She finally let go of his head and stood up, “Come along, we’ll go now.” England rubbed his cheeks and tried to smooth down his ruffled hair, with little success, and followed along as they exited Belarus’s house. She suddenly took his hand, which made him yelp since it was quite cold, and almost quite suddenly they were at the edge of a forest.

The woods were old and ancient, perhaps some of the oldest in Europe, and it made a small secret part of England’s wizened heart joyful. It reminded him of youth and things deep within his soul. “There are woods near Minsk but today he’s here near the border. I’m not so fucking stupid as to tell the leshy what the hell to do. He does as he pleases and that’s fine by me,” she said. She figured England would understand the foolishness of bossing the other creature around so she said no more. As the entered the lush green woods silently England felt many eyes watching him, but sensed no malice. Perhaps it was because he was with Belarus, or perhaps it was because their intentions were good, he couldn’t be quite sure.

She was still holding his hand and England thought it would be rather foolish to let go, so he didn’t even try. Instead he broke the silence and said, “So just what is the leshy exactly and what is he to you?” Belarus glanced at him and said, “He’s a spirit of my forests, he goes where he wills but can show up in any forest he pleases. The old ones are the ones he likes best, after all he holds many memories as do I. To me, the leshy is my grandfather. I have a batka and I have a grandfather. That’s him.” England couldn’t tell if she was sad or pensive or even wistful. Her face and even the tone of her voice was a cipher. Then she said, “When I was a small child I used to run off at times into the woods. For no reason really, the humans never treated me poorly…as individuals,” she added darkly. “However I felt at home along my trees and leaves and animals, perhaps there was something of them that called to me. During those times the leshy would look after me and teach me many things about the world and magic.” There was a pause as she stopped, looking around and then going further into the woods. “I still talk to him of course, because I’m not an ungrateful brat and he’s still my grandfather. He likes to see new and interesting things sometimes, so I show him. Today it’s you, since you can see him surely you’ll be some some interest. Don’t be a dull bastard around him or disrespectful, he won’t like it.”

England listened to Belarus’s words, she truly was an intriguing creature who never failed to surprise him. This was a being, he felt, that was at one with the forest and truly loved and cared for it. He figured that was why the leshy chose and loved her from when she was very small. It probably also helped that the leshy was in a way a part of her, a being part of her culture. England himself, despite living in London and surrounding himself with city and people, smoke and smog, innovation and industry also still understood his forests and his creatures and had a good deal of respect for them. They were things to be loved, treasured, and feared all at once and never to be taken for granted. As he thought of all of this England almost felt young again, as if it was the medieval times and Belarus herself was one of the fae; beautiful, treacherous, and incomprehensible all at once.

As if sensing this she looked back and asked, “And what the hell are you thinking of?” England was silent for a moment and said, “Ah, just…about your tale. It’s not something one hears of often, that’s the thing. Most people are blithering idiots about supernatural beings and don’t take the time to value them. They laugh at shite they don’t truly understand, and not only is it regretful but quite annoying as well. It just irritates me a tad, that’s all.” She nodded and said, “It pisses me off too. Basically only fucking idiots don’t understand or respect. It seems you’re not a fucking idiot, so you’re in luck.” England didn’t know how to feel about this. “..Thank you I suppose, I’m cursed to be surrounded by them instead. Not you,” he added quickly, “But I mean France and America.” He heard her grumble as well and even her hand clenched tightly around his own. He was a little worried she was going to do some damage so he quickly said, “But enough about those gits, what you said brought another thing to mind.” It worked and her hand lessened it’s grip. “And that is?” England cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his head with his free hand. He had no idea how deep they were in now, but it was alright, the woods still felt safe. “Right. It just reminded me of my own childhood long ago.”

At that Belarus couldn’t help but feel slightly curious so she said, “Tell me.” He felt mildly pleased she even asked, most people didn’t seem to want to care. Not that it mattered to England, it was better that way. Some things were best kept secret. “Sometimes it almost seems like a dream. Other times it feels quite vivid. I used to go off into the woods often when I was able to and when I wasn’t able to I always longed to.” That and the sea, but the sea wasn’t the topic of discussion and he doubted she cared much about that. He would be surprised though if he learned more, since she had her lakes and bogs, which were very dear to her heart. “When I was there I used to visit the fae and played with Robin Goodfellow and even spoke to the ghosts and unicorns that resided in the forest. Perhaps they gave me leeway that humans didn’t or can’t have. They still do really.”

However then, whatever spell came over England faded and he felt a little ashamed of himself and his frankness. “You probably think it’s all tosh though, it all sounds rather fanciful doesn’t it? If it helps they’re sometimes quite awful, but most things in the world are. It’s not really as sentimental as it seems.“ She shook her head, “No, but you’re right. They’re dangerous beings if one isn’t care and it’s true. Most things in the world are crap, if precious nonetheless since they can’t last forever. One must value all things.” England thought about her words but didn’t give much time since Belarus then said, “ If shit goes well with the leshy show me a unicorn and let me meet Robin Goodfellow. Maybe a ghost or two as well, but I get enough of them here. This land is coated with death and memory.”

England made up his mind to do so, he felt she would appreciate them at least. He also sensed the truth in her words for he sensed the heavy pretense of loss, pain, and sorrow. The weight of memories rested on these borderlands between east and west like a shroud. It wasn’t surprising however given the recent past and for the first time, he wondered how she dealt with it. It was never something that crossed his mind before. Then they stopped and his thoughts were cut off by a sharp and sudden, “Shut up. He’s here.” The forest fell silent and not even the birds chirped now. Then there was an odd whistling sound, almost like the wind though the trees, but not quite. The leshy was singing. The odd ancient tune grew louder and louder until suddenly there was no mistaking it, it was right in front of them.

The leshy was a odd ancient old being. He was as tall as the trees, dressed in bark and animal skins. His skin was rough and his beard long and thick with vegetation and growth. His skin was white with a greenish tint. He had long horns and pine cones and needles made up his hair. He continued singing his song, which was soothing and terrifying all at once and then once he stopped he looked around, sensing both of them there. Belarus was delighted and it showed by a rather beautiful smile on his face. “Grandfather, here!” He looked around for a second, looking for her and once he spotted her on the ground he leaned over, picked her up, and placed her on his shoulder. As he did so he grew a little smaller and now in fact was small enough for Belarus to set comfortably on his shoulder with her legs dangling over it. She almost looked like a little girl, and the entire scene would of been charming to England if he hadn’t been so shocked at everything.

For the moment he stood there, stock still in amazement. He didn’t want to run though, running would be stupid and as many vices as he might have, being an idiot wasn’t one of them. At least not most of the time. He knew he was in Belarus’s and the leshy’s domain now and at both of their mercies. “That’s him, he can see beings like you from his own homeland and from others’ as well,” Belarus said, pointing to England. She was sure the leshy would be pleased with him. It was another thing she wouldn’t admit aloud but after talking with him more and more in the recent past she found that England was interesting in his own way, in addition to sensible and polite. She found him entertaining to talk to at least as well and he didn’t give her a headache, no small feat in her eyes. So many people in the world were dull or aggravating, it was a pity.

The leshy turned his eyes to England, looked at him and spoke to Belarus in rasping Belarusian. England again stood there still, but ventured an awkward little wave at the being. He was wishing he had some treat for the creature but then realized he had no idea what he liked and cursed his lack of foresight. This didn’t seem to bother the leshy though as he slowly reached over and picked up England, much to the nation’s quiet panic, putting him on his other shoulder and starting to walk off with them both. It was useless to struggle so he didn’t, he merely let out a quiet defeated sigh. Well, it could of been worse, but still he wasn’t that fond of feeling like a hobbit on an ent.

“…Yes, hallo. It’s quite nice to meet you too. I..I presume you’re the leshy…Belarus has told me so much about you,” he said in a halting and awkward voice. “…And I’m England…also known as Arthur Kirkland…though that’s not so important as of now. You’re quite a…majestic creature aren’t you?” His complement was followed by two laughs, one that sounded like the wind swaying though the trees and another that was harsh yet girlish at the same time. Belarus was pleased, England was being so nice to her leshy, but she could tell from the moment he entered the forest that he would. He understood the heart of the trees and the woods, he was one with them and so perhaps he was in a way, one of the fae’s children too as she was one of the leshy’s children. She peered over at him, “He likes you. Tell him your stories of the woods and all that other shit, he wants to know and listen.”

England blinked as they continued to go though the woods, it was clear he was going to be here a while, he figured he’d best make the most of it. He knew too he could be in worse company, so it wasn’t so bad now that he thought more on it. Then Belarus spoke again, “But he says next time you come around, bring him honey or fruit from your place. I’ll make sure to remind you too.” While Belarus again didn’t say it, that was an invitation to return, something not made lightly.

#aphrarepairweek2017 #engbela #hetalia #aph belarus #aph england

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belhelgalar · 7 months

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Day 3: Mythical creatures | Celebrity

England/Belarus :"D

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@hetalia-rarepairweek

#hetalia rarepairweek #rarepairweek2023 #aph rarepairweek #aph belarus #hws belarus #aph england #hws england #engbela #aph america #hws america #aph canada #hws canada

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coralcatsea · 20 days

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Brief Thoughts on Some Ships:

USUK: They're best friends who are obsessed with each other and always looking for excuses to hang out. They tend to info dump all over the other. They're stubborn, kind of petty, very protective, and have a hard time admitting how much they desire the other's company, praise, and attention, but they're working on it because they care deeply about the other. They're in love, your honour.

PrUK: One of the best slept on England ships. Two wild guys that go out to loud punk rock concerts and have drinks together, then quietly recharge at home (e.g. writing in their journals, reading fairy tales, and sewing). Fun personality combination? Check. History together? Check. Canon interactions? Check. Though they really could still use MORE canon moments, given how much potential they have. Pirate x priest with these two is always excellent.

EngBela: The sexy Addams Family-esque couple who live in an elegant gothic mansion and pass time indulging in their hobbies, such as fortune telling, talking to ghosts, singing, and listening to rock music.

FrUK: Used to be an OTP, now I mainly like them as close platonic frenemies. Romantically, it's better in theory than in practice – that is to say, it has potential, but I'm not a fan of most depictions. Also, nyo FrUK is superior.

AmeBela: The dorky hero and goth girl. They confused and exhausted each other at first, but eventually developed an understanding and started getting along pretty well. He can fix her. She can make him worse. Alfred tries to encourage Natalya to form her own identity away from Ivan. Natalya encourages Alfred's suppressed yandere tendencies. She pegs him.

Romerica: They bond over sharing their cultures with each other. Alfred loves Lovino's food. Living in America provided all sorts of new ingredients for Lovino to experiment with in cooking, and he got to be good at something without Feli taking the attention away from him. Lovino is actually a fan of some of Alfred's home cooking as well. They both enjoy singing and dancing, and are fans of Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, and Bobby Darin.

EngGer: They're both responsible and serious...until Arthur's wild side comes out and he starts teasing and playing games with Ludwig's head. Ludwig is socially awkward and a strict rule-follower, which Arthur can relate to, but he's better at being social and having fun than Ludwig, so he can help him loosen up – although in the bedroom, Arthur is more than happy with letting Ludwig be a strict rule follower. Ludwig is very obedient. Arthur trained him nicely.

AmeLiet: They're really domestic and get along well most of the time. They're comfortable enough that they can confide pretty easily in each other. Alfred is pretty protective of Tolys, particularly when it comes to Ivan. He doesn't like the way Ivan treated him and is quick to jump to his defence whenever possible. Additionally, Alfred is 'in love with the way Tolys undresses'. That's not questionable at all.

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hwsevents · 2 years

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Interest Check

Nyovember

In which I make various nyo events! I think this would be fun to try. I'll probably do some nyo ship events and some events just dedicated to nyo characters.

This is based around my own preferences and I can only host so many events, meaning I won't take requests. But I DO want to hear if you're interested in participating in anything listed below.

This idea started with me wanting a Nyo USUK Event, so that is the one I'll most likely do first if enough people show interest.

Other possibilities include

-Nyo PrUK

-Nyo EngGer

-Nyo Engpan

-Nyo Giripan

-Nyo Americano

-Nyo RusFra

-Nyo Engmano

-Nyo Prussia x (fem)Hungary

-Nyo RusEng

-Nyo Ameripan

-Nyo England x (fem)Belarus

-Nyo America x (fem)Belarus

-Nyo EngPort

-Nyo Spamano

-Nyo FrUK

-A nyo England or a nyo America event in general.

@nsfhetalia @hetaliahappenings @heta-on-the-books

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fizzycherrycola · 5 months

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For the ship meme, EngBela! (As in England and Belarus).

I'm so sorry!! But for this pairing I'm going to have to go with N/A, I don't know very much about it... 😭

Most of my favourite pairings skew towards having a bit of historical context. For Belarus, I think she has stronger ties to Lithuania, the Baltics, Poland, and other Eastern European countries. Even if they are complicated ties. Perhaps she and England had some interactions when they fought against Napoleon in the 1800's, but... since she was part of the Russian Empire at the time, I don't see her being offered a seat at the table at the Congress of Vienna. Russia would be the one handling those matters, I think.

Yeah, the more I think about this, the more I realise I need to do piles of research. Apologies for not having a better answer. If there's another pairing you'd like me to do, please send it in!!

#ask box #ship game

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enosimania · 7 years

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Belarus: Hungary!

Hungary: Hey!

Belarus: Hey! This is my boyfriend England, and this is England's boyfriend France.

England: Hi.

Hungary: Hey! Oh. Wait, sorry. What's the situation?

Belarus: What do you mean?

Hungary: How does this work?

Belaras: England is gay but he's straight for me and he's gay for France and France's really gay for England. And I hate France.