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Hetalia: World Series Episode #16 Transcript

This episode has Japan and Greece getting angry and Chibi Romano being sad.

Japan: Hm…

Greece: Hmmm. Hey…

Japan: Hm.

Greece: I was thinking. You don't really get angry, do you? So does that make you constipated at all?

Japan: Yes, it does. I have a hard time with anger.

Greece: Well, then. I'll do it with you. Come on. We can get mad at things together.

Japan: Auah…

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Greece: Nnnnhhh…nnnhh…

Dream Turkey: Hahahahahaha!

Japan: Nn…nnh…

Greece: Nnn…

(Dream Turkey #1: Hahahahahahahaha!)

(Dream Turkey #2: Hahahahaha!)

Japan: Nnhh…regrettable.

Greece: Oh. Was that…anger?

Japan: It was. I was unbelievably furious.

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Greece: Hetalia!

{Caption: Hetalia}

Chibi Romano: You jerk! Leave me alone! Hmph.

Narrator: Spain was worried sick about Romano traveling home for three days all alone, so he decided to secretly follow him. Like a stalker! But on his way, he quite literally bumped into France, who apparently has a thing for Italian boys.

(Spain: Look at all of that danger out there waiting to kill you!)

(Chibi Romano: If I said I'll be fine, I'll be fine!)

(Spain: I'll follow him until he gets to his home. Mh! Oh! Pardon me! Ah?)

France: Ohhon! Ohhonhonhon! Ohhonhonhonhonhon!

{Caption: Boss Spain and Chibi Romano}

Chibi Romano: Spain the Boss and Chibi Romano.

Spain: Just give it up, France! You've failed four times already!

(France: Aahaahaahaah!)

France: But I want Italy; please, Spain! You misunderstand me!

(Spain: Grrrrrr!)

Spain: I do not!

Chibi Romano: Huh? Auah!

(France: Well, maybe not, but still!)

Spain: Seriously, how many times do I have to kick your ass before you get it?!

(France: Aahaahaahaahaah!)

Chibi Romano: AUAH!

Spain: Romano!

France: Oh…

Chibi Romano: AAAAAHHH!

Spain: Auh…auh…

Chibi Romano: Heah heah…Spain is such a freak! I can't believe he was following me! What is this, the Inquisition? Why doesn't he get off my back?! Hmph!

Chibi Romano's thoughts: Big surprise, ehuh? He's probably after Grandpa's inheritance just like everybody else. I can't blame them, though. Huah, the only thing I have is that stupid cashola. It doesn't matter what I do. I'll never be as good as Veneziano. Take yesterday. I was just trying to clean, ehuh? And I knocked the bookshelf over before I could even start.

(Dream Chibi Romano: Huh? Huaaah!)

{Caption: Argh!}

Chibi Romano's thoughts: I can't draw, and I suck at business. My little brother has always been better than me at that stuff. I can't do anything right. On top of all that, I don't look anything like Grandpa! I might as well quit trying.

Bird: Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp!

Chibi Romano: Auh!

Bird: Chirp chirp chirp! Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp! Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp…

Chibi Romano: Huh? Hey! Are you laughing at me?! Who are you to judge; you're just a bird! I'm serious; stop doing that right now, you jerk! SCREW YOU AND YOUR CHIRPING!

(Bird: Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp!)

Bird: Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp!

{Caption: The difference between Northern Italy and Southern Italy}

Narrator: Northern Italy and Southern Italy have two very different personalities. Northern Italy was the most talented, so he was naturally Grandpa Rome's favorite. He had the benefits of Renaissance culture on which to thrive. On the other hand, Southern Italy has spent his time pacifying tourists and farming like he was a third world country. Some people say he hasn't changed in a thousand years, and they don't mean it as a compliment. Apparently poor equals pasta and tomatoes. However, Southern Italy seems to be cheerful in spite of the whole “should be bitter towards Northern Italy” thing. Northern Italy is gentle, nonchalant, and just conservative enough to be charming. Southern Italy is what they call easygoing. I call it lazy with no ambition.

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France: Auuuugh! Dammit, Spain is acting too cocky lately! So that's it! I'm calling in the sexy cavalry! Pierre, attack!

Pierre: Waaaaahhh! Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp…chirp…chirp…chirp chirp.

{Caption: Next time…}

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thatsamericano · 3 years

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Careful, Throwing Snowballs May Result in a Kiss

Pairing/Characters: America/Romano. Background mentions of Seborga, Veneziano, Canada, and France.

Ratings/Warnings: T for cursing and mildly suggestive dialogue. Pure fluff with no warnings to speak of.

Word Count: 2103

Summary: America throws a snowball at Romano when he’s trying to build a snowman with his brothers. Once Romano tackles America, he has to decide what he wants to do with him.

A/N: Written for @hetalia-fanart-memes, who requested Romerica with the prompt “Don’t throw that snowball” on @helltalia-inc. I hope you enjoy this.

It was snowing in the park only a block away from where the nations had gathered for the world meeting. Romano was never the biggest fan of the cold, so if it had been up to him, he would have gone straight back to the hotel. He was looking forward to taking a flight back to Rome the next day, where he hopefully wouldn’t be dealing with this snow crap. In the unlikely event that it was snowing in Rome, Romano would go to Naples or another city in South Italy not affected as strongly by the winter.

But for today, Marcello, who had come along on this trip with Savino and Feliciano even if he couldn’t attend the official conference, had practically begged Savino to come build a snowman with him after the meeting. Feliciano had begged too, and under the force of two sets of puppy dog eyes, Savino had folded like a paper napkin.

This wasn’t so bad, Romano reflected. Sure, it was cold as shit, but he was relatively protected in his scarf, hat, and gloves, and he got to spend time with his brothers. At least he hadn’t been pelted with a snowball, which many of the nations had, thanks to America and Canada.

Romano glanced up when he heard France fussing about his appearance as he attempted to brush snow out of his hair. America, who was obviously the one who had thrown this particular snowball, was laughing in his usual obnoxiously bright, ridiculously loud, attention getting way. So, of course Savino turned to glance in that direction instead. He didn’t really have another choice.

Savino hated how his heart started pounding as soon as he looked at Alfred. It wasn’t fair, damn it. No one should look that handsome while just fucking standing there, hunched over a little as they laughed at their own joke like they were God’s gift to comedy. Alfredo was laughing so hard at himself that his cerulean eyes were narrowed into thin slits and tears were leaking from the corners. The sunlight reflected off his glasses, creating a bright light Savino couldn’t manage to look away from. Alfred’s grin was so big it could swallow the sky whole.

And the bastard had dimples, as if God hadn’t blessed him with too much beauty already. Savino wanted to kiss the corner of the idiota’s mouth, just to feel those dimples under his own lips. Savino swallowed heavily at the thought and told himself to focus on the snowman he’d been working on for the past half hour.

But he was too late. America’s smile had already softened, and he had already noticed that Romano was looking at him.

“What’s up, Little Italy? You feel like joining in on the snowball fight?”

Savino scoffed and forced himself to go back to reshaping his snowman’s head. “Hardly. As you can see, I’m busy at the moment.”

“Are you suuure? It could be a lot of fun.”

“If you want to go run around with America, that’s fine,” Seborga told him. “I wouldn’t mind.”

Romano wasn’t looking at his baby brother. He was looking at America, because he knew that mischievous tone of voice from back when they lived together, and he knew that Alfred was planning something. Fredo was never good at subtlety.

America was rolling a snowball together in his gloved hands with a smirk on his face. Because of course he was.

“I swear to God, if you throw that fucking snowball at me—”

The snowball went sailing through the air, and it hit him square in the chest. Savino was stumbled backwards a little, because Alfred had used way too much fucking force with that throw because of his super-strength. It wasn’t enough to really hurt him, but it was almost enough to knock him off his feet.

The sounds of laughter rang out around him. Alfred, of course, and Feli and Marcello nearby. Canada seemed to be chuckling, though he was too quiet for Romano to actually hear him, and so were the other nations nearby, even the ones like France who had been America’s snowball victims.

And that just wouldn’t fucking stand.

Romano glared at America as viciously as he could manage when he was more irritated than truly pissed off. “Now you’re gonna get it, stronzo!”

Alfred took off running, shrieking with laughter, and Savino chased after him. They ran for a couple minutes, because America could be pretty fast when he wanted to be. But he couldn’t outpace an Italian.

Eventually, Savino tackled him in a snowbank and fell right on top of him. If America had really wanted to get away, Romano would have had no hope of holding him down. But America wasn’t struggling. He relaxed back against the snowy ground, panted for air, and smiled up at Romano sheepishly.

“Looks like you caught me.”

“I guess I did.” Savino moved one of his hands to the side to gather up some snow in his palm. Alfred didn’t notice. He was still too busy grinning up at him.

Alfred giggled, because apparently, he found the idea of being in this position inherently hilarious for God knows what reason. “Now that you have me, what are you gonna do with me?”

Savino gazed down at him thoughtfully. He took a moment to examine the golden blond hair tousled underneath his knit cap and how it perfectly framed his rosy cheeks. He stared at the goofy smile and the electric blue eyes that had distracted him so thoroughly before. He memorized what it felt like to have Alfred’s firm, solid body laid out underneath him.

“I can think of a few things,” Savino admitted quietly. “Not all of them would be appropriate for a public park.”

Alfred’s eyes widened comically behind his glasses, and his face turned red. No, not just red, practically scarlet. His face practically matched the poinsettias that had been decorating the lobby of the office building they were in earlier today. “Vinny, that’s um, that’s, wow, I…”

Romano chuckled at how flustered and tongue-tied he was. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

Alfred nodded frantically, with a desperate look in his eyes. “Please.” He might have been embarrassed, but he was eager too. It was too adorable for Savino to resist.

He started to lean down, and America closed his eyes, because he was innocent and gullible enough to do that. He couldn’t see Romano’s arm lifting with the snowball he’d make earlier. A millisecond before their lips touched, Romano shoved the snowball he’d made earlier directly into the crook of America’s neck, right above his coat collar and scarf, where he was unprotected from the cold.

America’s eyes flew open, and he squawked indignantly. “You tricked me!”

Romano laughed at the offended look on his face. “You made it so fucking easy.” He couldn’t believe America had actually fallen for the oldest trick in the book.

Alfred growled at him, and the low noise sent a tingle down Savino’s spine. “That was evil. I really oughta do something about it.”

Savino snorted. “What the fuck do you think you’re gonna do, Mr. Tough Guy?”

“This.” Before Romano could ask what “this” was, America flipped them over, and in the space of a second, he was pinned underneath someone a lot stronger than him. He couldn’t have escaped if he’d wanted to. Savino couldn’t breathe properly, and he couldn’t tell if it was because of the sudden body slam or the fact that Alfred was on top of him.

To repeat, Alfred was on top of him. His brain couldn’t function at half its normal capacity when he realized that.

Then Alfred was kissing him, and it wasn’t soft, nor gentle, nor sweet. America’s tongue shoved its way into his mouth immediately, without any build-up or finesse, and Romano could feel how frustrated he was. He must have been suppressing this desire for as long as Romano had, because it didn’t just feel like something America wanted. It felt like a raw, animalistic hunger, like he was kissing Romano hard enough to bruise because he might die if he didn’t.

Savino felt the same way. He groaned in the back of his throat, clutched the collar of Alfred’s coat, hauled him close enough to feel the edge of his glasses digging into his face, and kissed him back just as forcefully.

After a while, it had to end. They couldn’t kiss forever because of that whole inconvenient “need to breathe” thing. Alfred disconnected their mouths, sighed happily, and scooted down a little to nuzzle Savino’s cheek.

“Best revenge ever,” Alfred declared triumphantly.

Savino huffed out a laugh. “I’m not sure if that counts as revenge. Revenge is supposed to be something the other person doesn’t like.”

“And you liked kissing me a lot, didn’t you?” America sounded so smug and sure of himself, and ordinarily, Romano would have been annoyed by anyone with that kind of attitude. But with Alfred, the fondness tended to outshine his annoyance. That didn’t happen with most people.

Savino rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I did.”

“I liked kissing you too. I’ve been wanting to kiss you for ages. I could kiss you all day long. Well, except for when I have to go to the bathroom or something like that. But other than that, pretty much all the time.”

Savino shook his head and laughed again. “God, I love you.” The words slipped out, because they were so easy to say. Fredo was a dork who would openly admit to wanting to kiss Savino all the time, and he wasn’t even exaggerating. He looked like a goddamned movie star, but even with his occasional moments of arrogance, he never seemed to realize how ludicrously attractive he was, much less how he could have anyone in the world wrapped around his pinkie finger. America made Romano laugh and smile more than anyone else ever had. Of course Savino loved him.

Alfred blinked in shock, he’d just seen the face of God, but somehow more astounded than that. Then he grinned, with the adoration of a child to its mother or a puppy to its owner, but somehow purer and more loving than that too. Savino’s internal similes were failing him.

Alfred’s words were failing him too. “I love you too! I love you so much, I just—” He didn’t finish his sentence and resorted to covering Savino’s face with ecstatic kisses.

Savino giggled at his overexuberance. “Tesoro, I believe you. You don’t have to prove it, okay?”

“But I want to.”

Fair enough, Savino supposed. He laid there, grinning like an idiot in the snowbank, and let Alfred keep kissing his face. His hat had been knocked off earlier when Alfred flipped them over, and the cold at the back of his head and the nape of his neck was starting to get to him, but he was trying to ignore that.

When he noticed Savino shivering, Alfred sat up and pulled him into his lap. “Better?”

“Much.” Romano saw his hat on the ground and frowned in indecision. It had been laying in the snow for a long time, so it would probably only make his head colder, not warmer.

So instead of reaching over to get his hat, he nestled his head into America’s shoulder. America wrapped both arms around him in a clingy embrace.

“Now it’s perfect,” Savino decided.

Alfred kissed the top of his head. “Damn right it is.”

Savino wasn’t quite warm due to the temperature outside, but he was content and drowsy. The rhythm of Alfred’s breathing was oddly soothing.

That rhythm was interrupted by an abrupt laugh. “Dude, I just realized. If someone came by looking for us, they’d find you curled up in my lap instead of running after me and throwing snowballs. They’d be confused as hell.”

“Let ‘em be confused. I don’t really care what they think, do you?”

Alfred squeezed him a little tighter, and Savino didn’t have to look up to know that he was smiling.

“I never did. I’m just happy to be holding you.”

Savino’s face was warm, and he was blushing at least as badly as Alfred had been earlier, after Savino had implied he might do something to him that wasn’t appropriate for a public park. He wasn’t used to this much affection, and maybe he never would be.

But Romano didn’t care who might walk by and see him blushing with a cheesy grin on his face. He was happy, Alfred was holding him, and that was all that fucking mattered.

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bitchapalooza · 3 years

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Romano :)

First impression

Early fandom, I really did just jump right into fanon portrayal. Asshole. Conceded. Lazy. Ect. I actually disliked him. I didn't hate him, but I did dislike him to a degree.

Impression now

Oh no yeah I hate him, you guys should know this by now.

Jk jk, I love him, obviously! After actually looking into his character and analyzing it, he's complex and well written, when before I thought he was just a poorly written character. It's pretty obvious he has some serious issues to him, one of which could be intentional or unintentional emotional abuse from those around him or specifically from Rome— I say this because most of what he does, putting himself down and having low effort and cowering behind his brother/others during conflict, could be a result of such kind of abuse. You really don't get that way randomly. Through his interactions with his younger brother, I can tell he deep down wants to actually make a connection, its just he doesnt know how. Its in his nature, most likely learned nature, to push people away so as to not mess things up and lose them. But really he does want to get close to people. As shown with his interactions with Spain, both younger and older, and America.

Favorite moment

SO MANY TO CHOOSE.

Its a tie between:

Him asking Spain for fun stuff to do with the ladies, specifically bullfighting, and then Spain responding with saying he'll be the bull. I like it because it really does display how Romano's view and relationship with Spain has progressed since he was a child when he absolutely detested Spain. Thats growth :)

And then there's when Prussia reaches out to a crying Romano. He cheers him up and then they try to make a movie together. It doesn't work out but it was a nice character detail and interaction nonetheless!

Idea for a story

Oh I have tons.

I have a scrapped three part story for all three Italy brothers, each one focusing on one brother. The first part would have been Romano's. He and his brothers lost their parents to a home evasion gone wrong, to which they were hiding in Seb's nursary/shared bedroom(amongst all three of them) closet that was left alone(what would baby stuff be worth anyway?? It was an unspoken fact that his parents told the robbers they were away at their grandparents). It was Romano's self assigned job to make sure his brothers were then safe after the crooks left; his several months old baby brother and deaf little brother(I wanted to explore how to write a deaf character at the time). After all thats done, it shifts to modern day where Romano wakes up from the dream as described above, an indication he bears a great deal of trauma over it despite what he stubbornly says. I reveal he's a pediatric nurse and he's currently taking care of his grandfather with alzheimer's(again, was trying to explore things) while simultaneously dealing with his now rebelling teenage brother and preparing for Vene's return from a semester off from college. He also had his relationship with Spain to maintain, to which he also is looked at as a kind of father figure by Spain's six year old son. It was a lot to deal with for one person. The message for his story was supposed to be Mental Health First as his nelgected trauma would be a significant factor into why things were falling apart near the climax of the story before completely collasping then being solved once he takes that big step into recovery such as seeing a therapist and actually communicating with his family.

Unpopular opinion

I've already stated it all before, but Romano isn't stupid nor is he not creative. I believe he excells in science and math more, as well as astonomy as side hobby/interest. I think he's just better at sculpting than drawing/painting too. He clearly compares himself to, who he refers to, his more successful brother Veneziano, plus others around him and puts himself down quite a lot. So he most likely has imposter syndrome.

Favorite relationship

It kinda varies in context.

In canonverse, Its Romerica. @thatsamericano (hope you dont mind the tag) has a lot to do with why tbh. They just work really well together! Every canon interaction is like a hug to my soul! I feel as though America hypes Romano up A LOT. Like Romano sets out to do something but then gets anxious about it. So America swoops in and lists all the obvious pros and few of the cons just to make it seem legit(whisch it always is either way). Meanwhile, I think Romano actually keeps America grounded to reality? America is a dreamer and seems to act on impulse a lot. Romano is the opposite. Before America ever sets out to do something extreme that might not actually pan out, Romano might sit down and get him to talk it out and write everything down. Then they'd go through together and cut things so its more realistically reachable and doesnt end in America's dissapointment.

In a human au, its Spamano. I tend to like Spamano in the context of established relationship and just general partner stuff. I've never really branched out of this comfort zone, however. I think their personalities mix really well together. Its the grumpy one with the sunny one! I can see Spain being the early bird and making Romano a surprise breakfast before work begins. He probably gently wakes Romano too so hes still not so sleepy later on. Then theres Romano who's probably the type of partner who checks in on Spain on his schedualed breaks, when hes not also working of course. He just strikes me as the type who likes to know his partner's overall health and mood and likes to hear how things are going for the day so far, even if he wont admit it.

Favorite headcanon

Trans man Romano baybie✌

He's had top surgery already but he's waiting a little bit for bottom surgery. He's a little nervous and not entirely sure he's ready to go thru with it yet. But to combat his bottom dysphoria, he uses a packer or just lounges around the baggiest sweat pants he owns.

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shini--chan · 4 years

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Allies or axis who are having (feeling and) war against the country (reader) . During the fight they hurt the reader and finding out that she is a Girl! How would they react because they thought that she was a he for years?

Yandere Axis

Germany

Inwardly, Ludwig would scowl the moment he’d discover that morsel of information. Outwardly, he’d only show the slightest sign of shock. It would mean he’d have to redesign all of those thorough plans he had for you, not to mention completely restyle the room he’d want to share for you.

It would be such a shame to him that he would have only found out about your actual identity hours after he had injured you, thank to one of his loyal spies that would have infiltrated your army and be prowling around your encampments. In hindsight, it would have been far more lucrative to double his efforts to capture you. Because now, with you wounded, he wouldn’t have chance to see you again in a long time.

Germany would ingrain in his men not to go around carelessly butchering and raping women and keep a closer eye on them to prevent such barbarities more than before. While the chance would be slim that you’d somehow be abused by his men, Ludwig wouldn’t be taking any risks. You are his, even if you wouldn’t accept the roll as of the present. This war would just be a means of teaching you a few valuable lessons.

Japan

The moment Kiku would make the deciding move to uncover the truth about you would be followed by a few instances of stupor. In order to escape, you’d have to use this very narrow window of time to scamper off. Although, in the long run there wouldn’t be much difference no matter what pathway you’d choose. The sadistic grin on his face that would inevitably follow would be just as chilling from a distance as it would be up close.

Your story would remind him of his own legends of women stepping on the battlefield to fight for their domain. Mentally, he would find himself comparing them to you. History may not repeat itself, but it sure does rhyme. Would your courage measure up to Tomoe Gozen? Would you turn out to just as brazen as Hangaku Gozen? Japan would all the keener on testing your limits.

Although he might elect other tactics to capture you. Seeing that you’d disguised yourself as a woman, it would mean that your own forces would most likely be unaware of your identity. Japan would ensure that your secret would reach people outside of your circle of confidents. After a humiliating process of examining you to check on the enemy’s claims, you’d be dishonourably discharged. Whether it would be because you’re a woman or because you’d lied your way into the army, the result would be the same. It would end in you being found be Japan, ready to sweep you away in your moment of weakness.

Prussia

Like his brother, Gilbert would have the truth delivered to him hours later, probably because you had been injured in one of the air-raids he had conducted. It would leave him spluttering, completely confused with him hastily going over memories at light-speed. Prussia prides himself in having fully control over most situations and the fact that you’re not a woman would mean that something vital about you would have completely escaped him. That wouldn’t sit well with him and would lead to a meticulous introspection to ensure that this mistake wouldn’t have been any sign of him growing senile.

He would be very angry with you for shamelessly lying to him and once he’d finally have you all to himself he would go out of his way to carry out a punishment you’d never forget. The nuances of his feelings would change slightly, because loving a man is different than loving a woman. And because he would have learned something entirely new and fundamental about you.

Don’t think that he’d be laxer on you just because you belong to the opposite sex. The enemy is the enemy and the worst thing one could do would be to underestimate them because of some ludicrous, narrow-minded notions. Such things cause people to lose wars. He’d be just as harsh to you as before.

The matter would inflame a whole new sort of curiosity in Prussia. He’d observe you more sharply than ever before. What other secrets would you be hiding. Had he missed something that was also essential? It would become a whole new game for Gilbert, to test your mettle and explore your character.

Romano

He would probably find out after taking a pot-shot at you from where he’d be lurking in the shadows, a sniper rifle at hand. Romano would have been waiting for the moment where he could finally capture you. Having waited until you where all alone, he wouldn’t have to worry about others interfering with what would commence. He would just have to spirit you away before you’d regenerate and wake up from the bullet to your heart. Needless to say, he wouldn’t be all sunshine and joy when he’d find out what you are. Being left out on secrets is painful and his obsession with you would only amplify that pain.

Once you’d wake up at his mercy, he’d have a stern word or two with you. Although, now that he’d know that you’re actually a woman, he’d be more mannered than usual. Even before he would have cussed less around you than by other men. Now he would be the epitome of gentlemanly charm, despite having you in chains.

Very firmly he’d be of the position that his lover doesn’t belong on the battlefield. Your protests would fall on deaf ears in his case and you being a woman would only be a reaffirmation to him that you shouldn’t fight. Additionally, he’d also use the chance to persuade you into remaining at his side. Lovino would point out that while he accepted who you are without any conditions, you had to hide a big part of your identity from your own people. So, why not stay with him, eh?

Veneziano

The news would send Veneziano in a fit of childish rage. You shouldn’t keep secrets from him! You shouldn’t be on the battlefield to begin with! You should be with him, under his control, under his jurisdiction. To him, it would be another heresy committed against him.

After a lot of tears and some tantrums and even feelings of remorse for having injured you, he would begin to plot how he could use this new-found information to his advantage. He would take to deducing other things about your personality and would build his plan on top of them, even if his presumptions would be false.

Feliciano would act upon his ideas that because you had chosen the battlefield rather than electing to pulling strings from the shadows, that you’d be a straight-forward person that could be ruthless but preferred direct confrontation over subversion. To him, you wouldn’t be so skilled at politicking and kingmaking as the ladies of court, unlike him.

Out of that reason, he would take the war to a setting that he is more familiar with: the negotiation table. Italy would use his silver tongue and skills at manipulation to ensnare you. Meanwhile, he go ahead to humiliate you in front of your countrymen, spilling your secrets and crying that war is no place for a woman. Whether or not his antics would be genuine or not is a whole other question entirely.

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tema-makes-art-sometimes · 3 years

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002 for gercanmano please?

002 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

GerCanMano

when I started shipping it.

Maybe a year to two years ago? It’s hard to say I can’t really remember. I don’t know what sparked it, but either way I know it started with my friend Lemon. Either we were doing things with the BFT and I had made a joke about baby BFT with Romano, Germany and Canada and it just developed discussions from there. Or it was me struggling between the three proponent ships and Lemon being like ‘why don’t you just make them a poly’ and like sun coming out from behind the clouds it finally dawned on me by the power of citrus. Either way it was something I kept messing with, and the more I talked about it the more people hopped on board with me. We’re still just a raft in a sea of ships but I made this baby and I’m proud of it.

I will say I have had a lot of people talk to me like I made it, and while I do want to take some credit cause I put a lot of time into them, I have heard it used to be a ship back in the old hetalia days. But I haven’t found any old fanworks of it. And trust me I scoured every fic and art site I could think of. Maybe it was something only seen in RP groups so it never got published fic or art but I crave content for it so if it was originally a thing and there’s content around let me know please I don’t wanna take credit for it fully but I have not found another person who shipped it before they talked to me.

my thoughts:

Literally some of the only serotonin I get in these trying times. I love them so much they make me so happy. An unbelievably strong power house trio who could do damn near about anything together. They have it all.

I could go on for hours about small scenarios or aus with them. Like I’m a multi-shipper but fuck man they’re my OTP. I can and do ship other things with them, but man they make me melt with joy.

I made a playlist for it, I’m still building it but I like ti so far. I wish I could find more three person love songs but for now I have songs for each of the three lads, and the three ships that make up it, so it works! Might change some of them but I like what I have so far!

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLC4nWN-9zrnEOeLgihkaqQOpPO6nEnc81

Germany and Romano: A Lovely Night and If I Could Tell Her

Romano and Canada: Best Worst Mistake

Canada and Germany: Guy That I’d Kind of Be Into

Germany General: When He Sees Me and Little Miss Perfect (President Perfect)

Romano General: I Won’t Say I’m in Love (so original I know)

Canada General: Would You Be So Kind? and Piece of Art

What makes me happy about them:

Literally everything. Their characters, the dynamics, the growth they create together. They may not work in every story of mine but when they work they really work. They push each member of the ship to grow as a person. Germany finding support he may not have originally had, Canada finding the confidence and support in a group that won’t forget him, Romano finally feeling safe enough to open up to others in a way he didn’t feel safe doing before. It’s just the good fucking food. You can put it in different settings and it just works, they’re able to play off one another in a really great way and pull them out of their comfort zones in ways that other ships don’t hit me as hard with.

What makes me sad about them:

That I am literally one of the only people who makes content for it. I have scoured the internet I can’t find anything, ANYTHING. And often I cannot get people to follow me on it, I’ve been getting more people on board slowly but surely but STILL-- That or they really try to push the whole ‘i ship it with (ship thats similar but with one of the brothers swapped out for the other)’ on me when I’m talking about it and I’m just like. I asked for GerCanMano I didn’t ask for your opinion. I’ve thought about the other ship conbo’s with their other brothers, I just like this one the best.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

When this ship is treated as a lesser to other ships around the three characters. People going like well I think it would be better if it was ‘swaps one of the brothers out for the other’ but that’s not the point. Also this is a general problem I have with Germano/GerCan as well but people making it all about their family’s or brothers reactions and how it effects their brothers instead of their relationship. ESPECIALLY between Romano and Italy.

It’s almost always a cheating on their ‘true love’ or some sort of affair fic and it doesn’t focus on their love and living together and more about them bouncing around to avoid getting caught and I just don’t care enough. I just want to see them in a loving happy relationship, and interacting with one another. Prussia, America’s and ESPECIALLY Italy’s reactions don’t matter to me. When it comes to say GerIta fics, there are a few that address Romano’s feelings toward Italy’s relationship, but not all of them. Hell some of them don’t have a mention or hair of Romano, but when the position is reversed with Germano suddenly even if he’s not in the fic it’s all about how Italy feels about it or how it effects him or hiding it from him.

I dont want to watch Germany go back and forth about which Italy brother he likes while dating both. It’s one just not in character and two its uncomfortable. I read this fic for the gercanmano Im not here to hear that Germany’s cheating on and warring with his feelings toward Italy or Canada sleeping around behind Prussia’s back. It’s boring and I’m tired of reading it. I’m digging into specifics of the three component ships cause there are no fanfics of GerCanMano so I can’t talk about what annoys in their base fics.

I had like one person write GerCanMano into their RusPrus fic, which was cool. but then they were a nazi apologist. So I can’t exactly read it anymore. I have nothing else to compare to but the base three ships of Germano, GerCan and Canmano

Things I look for in fanfic I don’t ask much I just want them to exist without me having to write all of them. I wanna find content other people have made, not that I’m lazy and think peopel should make content for me, just that I get bored of reading my own writing. If I wanna be really picky, letting it be a quickly established relationship and getting to see them in the relationship, learning about each other living together dealing with problems together that doesn’t just have them break up after one fight.

Having them in a functioning relationship before the story is over. Letting that relationship blossom past the start or the first date before the fic is finished. It’s sad when a romance story ends with them getting together cause there’s so much more relationship to have-- ;^; what about cooking together and cuddles on the couch and date nights and small fights and family gatherings--

My happily ever after for them:

It’s hard to write a happily ever after for nations or for anything to be honest cause life keeps going, growing, changing etc. But I’d love them to have a wedding and just a calm, slice of life kind of life together. A nice house, a big garden, a pond in the back where in the winter Germany and Canada can ice skate. A nice big garage where Germany and Romano can work on cars, Maybe near the woods so they can all go hiking,

Nothing fancy. A nice place that smells like warm coffee in the morning, that’s lively with sound of loved ones and shenanigans during the day and quiet whispers of affection at night. They get together but meetings are less boring, they have plans with their family and friends. Spain, France and Prussia loving to tease their little siblings/kids about things and make sure they’re doing okay. Veneziano always trying to help Romano come up with romantic shenanigans to use against his husbands. America just being happy his bro is happy.

Just soft wholesome life stuff. ;;

My kinks:

These are going below for discussions of not safe for work topics. I’m not going light so dive below at your own risk. (sex discussion, kink discussion, general ns//fw content)

I exclusively write top Canada. Like, I just do. I don’t really draw or write him taking it, I don’t know why I just don’t. Doesn’t mean he isn’t put under someone’s thumb in bed, but they’re still riding. There are very very few instances where I have written him taking. Again I don’t know why. Maybe it’s just the concept of soft pastel uwu boy slamming Germany into a wall, maybe it’s the thought of Canada in heels and leather just with the vibe of ‘go ahead tell them. no one will believe you’.

Canada isn’t any kinkier than Germany, but he’s more confident than Germany about it. He’s got a little bit of jealous neediness in the back of his brain so when it comes to sex he loves when his partner’s attention is on him. He loves to spoil and get spoiled and is the roughest of the three. Just a tiny, tiny bit of masochism/sadism. Very small. It’s very much he’ll do it (with safe words set in place and everything) but he will feel eh about it afterward and make sure that they don’t take away that he hates them or anything. In the inverse hes very very good at fluffing people up and body worship, as well as demeaning talk. Loves role-playing, hence slipping into the mind where he’s got the confidence to throw Germany around the bedroom. He loves especially tying them up and just watching them writhe-

Germany is a switch, fight me on it. If you think that man who has very little canon confidence with romance and no experience is a 100% big daddy top you’re just wrong I’m not sorry. Mind you, he can top and he often does, but being rough and demanding and forceful is not something he’s good at he’s so nervous about injuring his partner, even if they tell him it’s fine.

Germany is into all the rough play, like it’s canon. He loves to tie and be tied up and he likes when power is taken away from him. He likes when people push him under their thumb it’s why Canada gets to be rough with him. But at the same time, Germany is the most wholesome lover out of the three. Because it can be so hard to coax him out of his shell with his kinks, he can often be the inverse. Very gentle, very praising. Absolutely loves to body worship his partners. He’s not really all that good or comfortable with giving people blow jobs, however he loves kisses and touches all over. Mind you getting a blowjob is something he really enjoys, hes just not good at giving. Good thing that both his boyfriends are amazing at it. Favorite thing the two do is Canada having Germany Ride him and then Matteo either riding him on top or giving him head during.

Romano oh, Romano. He’s a bottom. The most bottom-y bottom. An absolute pillow princess and a brat wanting to be tamed. He tops very very rarely, and out of the three has the most experience both giving and receiving and with all different partners. Even if he’s bottoming doesn’t mean he’s always at the whim of his partners though, he loves riding.

Romano is the least kinky out of the three, while the other two enjoy being tied up, Romano isn’t really a fan, he doesn’t mind collars or handcuffs but full shibari like what Canada or Germany would be fine with doesn't really fly for him. As I said before, he’s also the loudest, and gets very whiny when left to hang (not like either of them mind the noise). Romano loves giving and receiving blow jobs/hand jobs. Especially giving. It’s how he gets the good vibes of watching his partner squirm in the good way. He also loves to leave nibbles scratches bites and hickies if he’s allowed to. Catch him giving Germany a bite right above his collar before a meeting. Despite what might be expected, he can roll with degradation in bed really well but he falls apart quick with praise. He likes both but he will tear up when Germany gets overly gushy and feelsy. Loves double penetration and being spit-roasted.

#gercanmano #hws #hws germany #hws romano #hws canada #ns//fw discussion

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Hetavision 2021 Televote part 3

Host 1: Edging towards that moment of truth, just 10 results to go. The moment the millions of people out there have been waiting for.

Host 2: Ten songs still waiting for points, and from those last ten, the winner will be revealed.

Host 1: Alright. Deep breath. As we said, we have ten countries left. Next up, is Greece.

Host 1: Greece has recieved from the public... 79 points!

Greece: Not bad, not bad, eeeey I'm on the left side of the scoreboard! Good job Stefania He do be saying tiredly

Host 2: Okay, let's move on to Ukraine.

The audience: Cheering

Host 2: Ukraine, the public has given you... are you ready?

Ukraine: Yes?

Host 2: 267 points!

Ukraine: Oh my gosh! I- That's incredible! Lots of happiness

Host 2: And that means Ukraine is in the lead now!

Host 1: Alright, only eight countries left. And next up is Russia. Russia, are you ready?

Russia: Da ^-^

Host 1: You have recieved from the public... 100 points!

Russia: That's pretty good, I'm happy ^-^

Host 2: Okay, let's move on to Portugal. Portugal, get ready to get from the public...

Portugal: Oh this is gonna be good!

Host 2: 27 points!

Portugal: Excuse me???

Iceland: Despite being nervous, mutters I guess love wasn't on his side tonight

The other Nordics: Tries really hard not to laugh

Host 1: Moving on to Bulgaria. Bulgaria has recieved from the public... 30 points!

Bulgaria: I qualified, Romania didn't and I got at least more points that Portugal... I'll take it! The juries loved you Victoria, don't worry!

Host 2: Only five countries left. Let's move on to Iceland.

Audience: Cheering some more

Iceland: Okay, that's a positive noise, I like that

Host 2: Iceland.

Me: Seeing the pan flag again... almost in happy tears

Host 2: From the public you are getting... 180 points!

Iceland: HOLY SHIT I'M IN THE LEAD AND THEY DIDN'T EVEN PERFORM. I MIGHT NOT WIN, BUT I'M IN THE LEAD NOW AND I'M DOING BETTER THAN THE OTHER NORDICS. FINALLY. Daði og Gagnamagnið I'm so proud A lil bit of a happy tears moment from Iceland

Host 1: We move on to Italy.

The Italians (Veneziano, Romano and Rome (look at idk I think it was the 2nd jury part)): Holding hands and is very nervous

Host 1: Italy, get ready to recieve from the public... 318 points!

The Italians: In complete shock before they start screaming WE WON THE TELEVOTE, WE'RE IN THE LEAD, WE COULD WIN THE WHOLE THING FINALLY AFTER ALL THESE YEARS!!! YES MÅNESKIN!!!

Host 1: That means Italy is now in first position! Italy is in the lead! The level of excitment here is just ridiculous. Three countries waiting for the results from the public vote, and I promise you, It's not going to be long now. Italy is in the lead with 524 points, but maybe oen of these countries stil waiting for points will jump out in front or maybe not.

Host 2: Italy is in the lead, but three countries still haven't recieved their points from the public yet. And those countries are Malta, France and Switzerland.

Italians: Be shaking with excitment

Malta, France and Switzerland: Is a bit more nervous

Host 1: Okay, we're all wide awake now, aren't we?

Host 2: Italy leads with 524 points, but we all know things can still change. We move on to Malta. Malta has recieved from the public... 47 points!

Malta: Excuse me?! What the fuck?!

Host 1: Alright. The level of excitment just totally crazy.

France and Swizterland: Knows damn well that they need something between 200 and 300 points to win, but is pretty sure Italy and Ukraine were the highest so they are just happy with a good result.

Host 1: A lot of sympathy for the all the countries. Still in the lead is Italy, but bear in mind that two countries still need to recieve their points from the public vote, so the winner can be either Italy or one of the two countries that haven't recieved their points from the public yet. France or Switzerland. It feels like almost everyone in Europe is holding their breaths right now.

Host 1: We're moving on. We're moving. The next country is France. France, the public has decided to give you... 251 points!

France: Oh mon dieu! Sees that it gives him a total of 499 so he didn't beat the Italians. Second is good! It's my best result in years! Well done Barbra!

Host 1: Everything, everything is balancing on this something something moment

(It's late and I'm doing this by ear, so please bear with me)

Host 2: So, only one country left. Italy is currently in first place, and Switzerland has not recieved their points yet. One of you will be the winner of the Eurovision Song Contest 2021.

Host 1: If Switzerland gets at least 258 points. They win. So, it's either Italy or it's Swizterland. Who will be the winner of the Eurovision Song Contest 2021?

Me, watching this at home with my parents. Very much so Norwegian and also actually very much liked the Swiss song, but my favourite of all time was Italy: Italy please, Italy please, Italy please

Host 2: So here is a recap. Swizterland needs at least 258 points to win. Are you ready?

Host 2: Switzerland has got... from the public...

165 points! AND THAT MEANS WE HAVE A WINNER!

Gjon: Is being so great and clapping despite the fact that he didn't win and just being an overall great guy

Host 1: How fantastic! Italy is the winner of the Eurovision Song Contest 2021!

Host 2: One thing I know for sure is next year the Eurovision Song Contest kicks off in Italy! So we all be heading off to the country of pizza and sambuca!

Host 1: Let's have a look at the final results one more time! This is the amazing top three. It's Swizterland, in second place France, and the winner is, great achievement, the winner of Eurovision Song Contest 2021 is Italy!

The Italians: IS CRYING AND SCREAMING MORE OF JOY AND HAPPINESS, THE OTHERS ARE CHEERING FOR THEM AND SAYING IT WAS DESERVED CAUSE IT SURE AS FUCK WAS, I WAS ALMOST IN TEARS MYSELF CAUSE MY FAVOURITE (SOMEONE WHO'S BEEN MY FAVOURITE SINCE NATIONAL SELECTION TIMES TYPE OF FAVOURITE) HADN'T WON THE PAST 12 YEARS, BUT FINALLY. AFTER 12 YEARS. MY FAVOURITES WON. TO QUOTE SIRIUS BLACK, BUT WITH MY OWN PERSONAL SPIN: I DID MY WAITING. 12 YEARS OF IT. IN EUROVISION. MY FAVOURITE HADN'T WON SINCE 2009. I'M SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW.

#Hetavision 2021 #This was the best Eurovision we've had in forever #And my favourite won #What a great Eurovision #Italy finally wooooon!!!#And I'm gonna go cry now #Happy tears of course #ITALY FUCKING WOOOOOOOOOON

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could i get axis, allies, spain, romano, prussia, canada & hong kong finding out their best friend is ace? this might be a weird request but my dad didnt take it well when i came out earlier tonught and its ok if you dont want to write this one

Updated because I forgot Toni! D:

America:

Alfred lets out a single, surprised "Dude." He then gives you the biggest, brightest smile you have ever seen, warming you from the inside out. "That is so cool!" He has questions, of course, most of them revolving around "How did you find out?" and "Wait, are you telling me you don't think Chris Evans is hot?" Overall, he is a big ball of positivity, though he's much more serious when asking if you wanted to meet up with the local PFLAG sometime. He often attends meetings anyway; there's usually free food, and he's heard some really awesome presentations. Overall though, he is your biggest, most enthusiastic ally, in this and every adventure you two have ahead.

Canada:

Matthew doesn't really have time to process your words, whispered in a sudden rush just as the opening credits for the film were starting, but then he catches on. He quickly shoves aside his surprise at not realizing before; he wants to take the remote from you, barricaded as it is within the depths of your blanket fort, but you have a firm grip on it, gaze riveted to the television. He takes a moment to study your tense frame, notices how nervous you were to tell him. With a soft sigh of fond exasperation, he slides closer to you, lightly elbowing you in the side. When he knows he's caught your attention, he offers a wide smile, a silent affirmation that has you dropping your head into his chest in relief, a soft: "Thanks, Mattie," escaping in a contented hum.

China:

Yao is- in a word- confused. In some ways, he is very much the old man he pretends not to be, and his lack of knowledge about queer history is an indicator of that. At first, he would ask if you meant to become a monk; is this some form of abstinence? When did you decide this? Were you vegan, too? It would take patience to explain it to him in full, and there will be some slip-ups. But he absolutely adores you; with a little time, a lot of patience, and maybe a few conveniently misplaced books, he'll understand. And even in that time before- He's always going to be there for you.

England:

Arthur is surprised. Sometimes your jokes are dirtier than his, and Lord knows you have an eye for attractive people. But thinking back, he's never seen you hold more than a passing fancy in anyone, and every date you were on never lasted longer than a few hours. He can tell you're nervous about having told him, anxiously turning away from him to put all your energy into glaring at the canal water. Gently, he steps closer to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, the acceptance in his gestures. He doesn't bother with words; your sigh of relief is confirmation enough that he doesn't need any anyway.

France:

Francis is flattered that you're confiding in him, and he offers immediate, enthusiastic support. He's touched that you trusted him enough to tell him. He's had several partners in the past who have also fallen on the spectrum, and it made him perhaps one of the more understanding nations. He would ask you if there was anything he could do to support you further, and thanks you for telling him. No matter what, he will always love you for who you are, and treasures your friendship just as much as before.

Germany:

Ludvig was startled when you flopped onto the couch beside him, top of your head just missing his thigh, your admission groaned in a series of hypothetical questions that were all too pointed to be anything but truthful. Gently closing his book to set it aside, he placed his hand on your back, lightly brushing it back-and-forth in what he hoped to be a comforting gesture. He wasn't really surprised; seeing your interactions with others all hinted at it. But, he could tell it was bothering you and makes certain to reassure you, a firm, unwavering presence always by your side.

Hong Kong:

Leon has suspected for a while now. It wasn't necessarily clear from your words or your mannerisms, but there was just something about your vibe that gave him hints. When you brought up the courage to confide in him, confirming his suspicions, he feels an overwhelming sense of humility. He thanks you for confiding in him, fully aware of how hard coming out can be. While he may not personally understand it, he easily accepts it as just another part of who you are. And in his opinion? You're always gonna be a badass, and he has a dozen more pranks he wants to play with you.

Japan:

Kiku is a bit relieved, truth be told. He tries not to show how happy he is to have one of his closest friends also fall on the spectrum, instead focusing that energy into a smile of gratitude, thanking you for telling him. He has never really felt the need to come out himself, having long ago just accepted it as part of who he is. He can't really repress his contentment as you turn back to your otome game, your eyes furrowed in concentration. He makes a note to subtly recommend some ace-positive manga to you, knowing that even a little representation can be a constant reassurance.

Prussia:

Gilbert is honestly confused at first; what on earth is that? He's familiar enough with the meanings for LGBT, but he hasn't heard the term "asexual" before. He's quick to reassure you that he's not trying to be a dick; he's genuinely confused. As you start to explain, he feels his confusion morph into surprise and a bit of relief. He didn't realize there was actually a word for how he felt, let alone a whole community. He gives you a smile, declares that you're still awesome enough to be graced with the honour of his presence before he resumes his game, mentally making a note to do more research on his own.

Romano:

Lovino is... To be honest, he's torn. He's long ago familiarized him with a bunch of orientations- between Felice and Cello he really didn't have much choice in the matter- but oddly enough asexuality hadn't been one of them. The concept is kind of hard to wrap his head around. You aren't interested in sex? Are you serious? He doesn't get it, not really. But, he knows how hard it can be to be open with others, and he appreciates how much you trust him enough to confide in him. He takes your hand across the table- nearly spilling your drinks in the process- and assures you that he's always got your back, no matter what.

Russia:

Ivan is wholeheartedly supportive, taking you mildly by surprise. You had expected him to be a little leery of the concept, perhaps even opposed to it. He won't lie; he's kind of hurt at the assumption and is quick to reassure you that nothing comes in the way of how much he loves you. You're his friend- his closest confidant- and all he cares about is knowing that you're happy and safe, that helping you embrace who you are to feel comfortable in your own skin is his top priority. If there is any sort of fallback to fear, it's his threat to expect an increase of illegal memes, all of them based on ace puns and pride.

Spain:

Antonio is very nonchalant about the whole situation. He takes it in stride as easily as if you were to say it was going to partially cloudy tomorrow, never ceasing the swinging of your hands as you continue wandering the Gothic Quarter. He is very casual with his questions: How long have you known? Have you told anyone else? Upon confirmation to these and the dozen or so other questions he has for you, he simply gives your hand a small squeeze, twirling you as soon as there's enough space in the alley. He wants to make sure you feel comfortable around him, and it's his small way of assuring you that you can always tell him anything.

Veneziano:

Feliciano starts to panic, just a little. Had he overstepped your boundaries? Had he ever made you uncomfortable? You're quick to reassure him, his worrying ironically making the conversation a lot easier. He has dozens of questions for you- all of them revolving more about the specifics. Are you still interested in romance? Are you under the general ace umbrella, or were you possible demi or grey? Did you want him to cancel the blind date he set up for you? If anything, Feli is immediately invested, only wanting to make sure that you always felt loved and safe with him, and promising that you can always tell him anything.

Anon,

I'm sorry it didn't go well with your dad. I know from firsthand experience how hard it can be to come out to someone, and unfortunately, I also know how much it hurts not finding the love and acceptance you had been hoping for.

Please know that you are always accepted for who you are here. My inbox is always open if you ever want to talk, and my ask is always open in case you would prefer to remain anonymous.

Please take care, Lovely. Don't lose hope. <3

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Q & A

Q: Would you say you've gotten better at history ever since Hetalia?

A: Definitely. It’s also extended my interest in politics and world affairs. The cherry on top is that the series inspires so many people to create and improve their artistic skills.

Q: Why would anyone think England and France hate each other? They obviously care for each other :/

A: Because people will warp anything if it means elevating their ship. France and England are frenemies [x]. They get on each other’s nerves but they nonetheless possess a deep respect for each other.

Or, my personal favourite...

Q: What's Romano's severity level? When ever you do psych posts, you always neglect the level of severity. I doubt his is so bad he'd try to kill himself as fanon loves to do, plus it',s out of character. I should note, that North babying him might be because in the past it was mostly politicians in the North who ran the country, and the Northern stereotypes for the South. However, not so nowadays. It seems both brothers are on board to rebel against the EU.

A: I don’t really see how I could neglect something if that’s not what my psych-talia posts are focused on. I don’t diagnose or use specific DSM labels. I use general theories and apply them to the characters.

Likewise, I typically give disclaimers at the beginning of the post citing what models I use. Just to give you an example, how would I fit severity in Freudian or attachment theory if it’s not even mentioned? There’s no severity indicator for an inferiority complex either...it’s a concept that can’t be measured.

Even so, I’m not quite sure what you mean by severity given that it can mean different things depending on which diagnostic label is applicable. The spectrums for each condition vary.

No, of course not. Romano’s completely sure of himself and confident when he’s not around Veneziano. I agree on that last point too. Hima directly incorporates both Italy brothers wanting to leave the EU in chapters 231-232 of World Stars.

Q: I don't understand why people want the Italies to be part of the mafia so much. As an Italian I find it so cringe worthy. It's 2018 and you guys out there still romanticize mafia and think is cool,despite many italians on this website explained more than once why you shouldn't. I would like to thank admin for her post it was so important,it's actually amazing seeing Romano in canon trying to fight them

A: I’m glad I could help.

What really causes this misconception to thrive is that the majority of the fanbase have not read the manga. If they did, they would know that Romano is often coerced to do things for the Mafia, aside from the one time that he stood up to them. Regardless, he recognizes that they’re evil and despises them. I think that says more than enough [x].

Q: The mochi are best used to send to friends as memes, especially the daddy one oh god

A: I feel like you would appreciate more of these... [x]

#hetalia #Q and A #Thanks for stopping by!

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I decided to post the smut I wrote over a year ago and never got around to finishing... I still MIGHT try and finish it but idk. I’m working on it rn though, but decided to post what I’ve gotten so far because it’s dom!feli and sub!lovi and most of my posts are gonna be sub!feli and dom!lovi, so i thought it’d be nice to post something that’s not -w-

Story is long so it’s under the cut! Nearly 4000 words and theyre not even doing the frick frack yet. I like my foreplay long and drawn out ok

Jealousy. It can range from slight anger to a sickening hatred. It's a feeling that surfaces when you care deeply for someone, and when someone tries to compete with your affection towards said person. Whether it be them stealing a kiss from your special someone or simply a smile that seems a bit too friendly, it can make you think and do things completely out of character. Even when you know their intentions are innocent you can't help but be annoyed and consider kicking them out within the next five minutes if they didn't stop touching your brother.

Jealousy was a bad thing. Veneziano knew this, but that didn't help, not at all.He allowed gaze to focus on the other two nations, his usual smile plastered on his face (except it was). fake.Spain had came over unannounced, and he'd only been here for about twenty minutes but to Veneziano, it was twenty minutes too long. Romano would push him away, muttering a harsh insult everyone knew he didn't actually mean, and Spain would just hug him tighter and coo about how cute he was, as if he was still a young colony. This usually didn't bother Veneziano that much. Maybe it was because he was in their home, or maybe it was the way Romano was blushing and grumbling in that way that only Veneziano was supposed to be able to make him.

Another five minutes passed, Veneziano watching the two as they made no attempt of include him, and he was fed up. His first thought was to act, as he suddenly jumped out of his seat and let out a loud gasp. Spain looked away from Romano (for probably the first time during his entire quarter-hour visit) and made a confused face. "What's wrong, Italy?"

"I just remembered!" Veneziano said this in an innocent, worried tone. Romano looked at him just as confused as Spain, except with a more bitter look, as if saying, "Explain." And Veneziano felt his stomach twist slightly, taking that as an "Explain why you interrupted my shower of affection." Before either of the other two could say anything, he spoke. "Hey Spain, can you leave?"

Spain blinked in confusion and Romano snorted loudly next to him. Veneziano continued speaking, ignoring the way his heart fluttered when his brother finally acknowledged his existence once more, "Romano and I actually have some really important government stuff to do!" As he said this, he flashed his brother a sweet smile, hoping he'd play along with it.

Romano seemed to get the message and he sat up straight, crossing his arms. "Yeah, we were about to start before someone interrupted," he glared at Spain as he said this and Veneziano mentally thanked his brother for being nice for once.

For a second, Spain frowned, then he laughed. "I see," he began, standing up. "I'll make my way out then!" And before he walked away, he patted Romano's head. The other glared and swatted his hand away. Then he had opened the door, and just before stepping outside, he said, "It was nice to see you two, Italy, Romano!"

Then Spain was gone as quickly as he had came. Romano shut the door behind him, muttering under his breath, "Idiot." He locked the door and turned to face his brother, expecting an explanation. "Okay, what the hell wa-" What he didn't expect was to suddenly be cut off by a pair of lips against his own, while a warm body slammed him against the wall (more specifically, the door), pinning his arms to his sides of his head. The air nearly got knocked out of him and Romano let out a muffled squeak. He went to slam his foot up the potential murderer's ass, until he saw warm brown eyes and realized it was just Veneziano. Who else would it be? He really needed to work on his paranoia problem...

That still didn't make the action welcome though, and he went to push him away until hands clasped his own and the body pressed against him, effectively trapping Romano between the wall and his brother. He felt a leg slide between his own (what was Veneziano doing?), beginning to grind against his cock through the soft fabric of his clothes and he moaned at the sudden but definitely welcome friction. Then when he was about to relax and finally return the kiss, that fucker pulled away, looked at his brother with an angry little pout on his face. He let out a small sigh and Romano watched with fascination as a pink tongue darted out, gently running over soft lips and wetting them with saliva.

He swallowed and cleared his throat, averting his gaze to Veneziano's eyes that seemed to sparkle slightly in amusement. Then he began, in a mocking tone, "Important government stuff." His brother seemed to forget the fact that they were at home, during the afternoon, on their day off. "You sure convinced him." And Veneziano glared a bit, shifting his knee forward to rub up against the elder's crotch again, and he immediately went silent aside from a soft groan.

Veneziano squeezed Romano's hands gently and pecked his lips. "He wouldn't stop talking about you," he huffed, an adorable little glare still on his face, that one that Romano never got to see because his brother rarely got irritated. "If it wasn't about how cute you looked, it was about how cute you acted. If it wasn't about how cute you acted, it was about how cute you sounded." And by this point, Veneziano had let go of his brother's hands to flail his arms around in emphasis to his point.

Romano smirked a little, taking the opportunity to pull the younger closer so their faces were only centimeters apart, so they could feel each other's breath and practically taste each other's lips. "You sound jealous." Then they were kissing again and Veneziano reached up to run fingers through his brother's hair. He deepened the kiss and pressed himself against Romano more. chest to chest, and he rolled his hips forward a bit, causing both of them to shudder. He slid a hand down from his brother's hair and took his curl between two fingers, rubbing back and forth with his thumb, causing Romano to part his lips to groan. Veneziano traced his tongue over his brother's bottom lip before taking the opportunity to slip it into his mouth, slowly rubbing their tongues against each other.

He pulled away again, and Romano glared, panting softly. He wrapped his arms around the younger, tried to pull him back, but Veneziano wouldn't let him and just reached forward, beginning to unbutton his shirt with the pace of a snail. "You just sat there and let him suffocate you with hugs," he said with a sad, almost bitter undertone, and Romano was secretly amused.

"You do the same thing to me," He wanted to say, though he didn't, and Veneziano wasn't even halfway done with unbuttoning his shirt yet what the hell. "Spain's like family to me," he said instead, because despite how carefree his brother acted, he could see the tiniest bit of insecurity in his eyes. But over what? Spain? That man was like an annoying, clingy, older brother of sorts. The thought of him as anything more was just plain weird.

Veneziano visibly frowned, just then unbuttoning the fourth button on the elder's shirt. "But I'm your brother." This time Romano took the initiative to roll his hips, causing the other to let a moan to slip out.

"Idiot," he responded, in a lighthearted tone that showed he didn't actually mean the insult. "You're my lover." Then he snorted a little. Veneziano was fine with him flirting with random girls, but the second someone showed interest in him on their own, he'd find some excuse to interrupt, not that Romano was complaining. It was cute to see his normally relaxed brother get so worked up over something. Then there was the fact that he could sometimes get a bit possessive. Once he'd woken up the morning after with marks all over his neck, but again, he wasn't complaining.

Finally, Veneziano finished up with the last button and Romano shrugged the shirt off his shoulder; first the right, then the left, then it slid to the floor with ease. "Are you planning on doing me against the wall?" He (mostly) joked. "Not that I'd be surprised. You're into some pretty kinky shit."

Veneziano pretended to be offended, glaring at his brother playfully. He grabbed Romano's hand and began dragging him off, down the hall and to their bedroom. "You're the one who made love to a toaster," he said teasingly, an amused tone in his voice as he brought up that one thing he knew he wasn't supposed to.

Romano immediately began to blush and he pushed the younger away with an embarrassed little growl. "It was one time, Vene!"

Veneziano only laughed, opening the door to their bedroom and quickly pulling Romano inside. "And there won't be any other times," he said, his voice taking on a bit more of a seductive tone. Romano felt blood rush between his legs and he found himself watching his brother's lips move as he spoke. "I'll make you feel better than a toaster ever could." As silly as that sounded out of context, it was incredibly arousing otherwise.

The door was shut and locked behind them out of habit and Veneziano immediately shoved his brother onto their bed, capturing his lips in an increasingly heated kiss. He crawled on top of Romano to straddle him, letting hands explore the body he already knew so well. They ghosted over the other male's sides, dipped into the so very slight curves in his waist, before traveling up, up, up where fingers began to play with nipples; rolling one between thumb and index finger, circling over it slowly until hard, then gently scraping a nail over it. Romano shuddered beneath his brother and submitted to his skilled ministrations.

Veneziano hummed contently, but why was he doing this again? Right, because of Spain. The only thing the man was capable of doing was gushing over Romano. In reality, Veneziano knew that wasn't the truth, though at times, it still didn't seem very far from it. Romano would just shove Spain away and mumble some half-assed insult everybody in the entire world knew he didn't actually mean. Then he'd blush a bit, in the way that only Veneziano should have been able to make him, and the younger brother would glare at the one who caused it.

He had nothing against Spain, not as a nation or as a person. But sometimes... He'd get just a bit too close and friendly with his brother for comfort. Veneziano was an affectionate person himself, and it wasn't often that he got jealous either, though he couldn't help how he felt. Usually, he found that he didn't really care about what went on. This time, however, it was different, not his usual plans to simply smother Romano in kisses once Spain left, He wanted that, yes, but he wouldn't stop there.

He wanted to kiss him, over and over and over again. Sometimes soft and sweet and other times rough and forceful, but each one just as passionate as the last, ten times, twenty times, fifty times, until they couldn't forget each others' tastes. He'd touch him in every single one of those right ways, causing his brother to shudder and pant and moan until his throat got sore and raw. He'd make sure to leave hickeys and lovebites in as many places as he could, fully visible and impossible to hide, so nobody would forget that Romano was his, and he was Romano's, and they simply belonged to each other. Actually, that sounded like a heavenly idea.

Romano subconsciously arched into the warm hands that stroked his sides, sighing contently. His arms found their way around his brother, and he gently tugged on his shirt collar, silently suggesting that he take it off. Veneziano broke away from their kiss, a tiny smirk on his face. Romano just rolled his eyes and sat up, not so secretly watching his brother as he removed his own shirt at the pace of a turtle. Faster than a snail, but still slow as shit.

"Will you hurry up?" He snapped suddenly, swatting Veneziano's hands away and beginning to quickly unbutton the rest of his shirt for him. "We have sex so often, but it still takes you a damn hour to strip." His cock was twitching in his pants, which were starting to get too tight for comfort, and he was not in the mood for his brother's teasing. Every fucking time, he had to act like he was getting paid and put on a show. Not that Romano was complaining, but he definitely didn't like the idea of Veneziano as a stripper. Nobody else should get to see his precious brother that way.

"You're impatient," Veneziano said, followed by a soft giggle. He slipped off his shirt in one swift movement then crawled closer to his brother, looking him in the eye with an amused smile. "Don't pretend this isn't the best part." After all, what was sex without a bunch of teasing and foreplay?

He let himself switch into dominant mode, the one he knew that Romano was in love with even though he was too stubborn to admit it. He leaned in, but instead of going for the lips he went for the neck, kissing just under his brother's chin (plus a bit of sucking, too). A hand reached up to stroke through that soft, dark brown hair, taking no care in avoiding the curl. If there was one way to get a submissive Romano, it was to mess with his curl. At least if you're Veneziano. If you're anyone else, he'd probably just punch you.

Once there was a satisfying mark where he was kissing, he moved a bit lower, licking at Romano's neck slowly with an upwards flick of the tongue, teeth gently grazing over the soft flesh, taking in the way he shivered and twitched at every touch... Veneziano plopped himself down in the elder's lap, proudly noticing how hard he already was. But those tight pants must have been painful! Good thing they'd be gone soon.

He began gently bouncing up and down, creating just enough movement for there to be a delicious friction. Romano groaned and bucked his hips, lowkey wishing his brother would just get on with it already. He wrapped his arms around Veneziano's waist, and Veneziano just smirked down at him as he began to still himself. Then he leaned forward again, latched his teeth onto a collarbone, and softly nibbled the sensitive skin. A hand traveled back up and stroked the elder's hair, and Romano found himself lightly headbutting it. The fingers slowly running through each strand was endearing and, in a way, arousing.

Veneziano sucked on the bone through the skin, then licked a strip across the entire area. Another light, barely visible hickey made itself present. He wrapped his arms around Romano's neck and looked down at him. "Are you sure you don't love Spain?" He asked with a pout. A fake pout, Romano noted. A normal pout wouldn't have looked so damn sexy.

He proceeded to roll his eyes and he could feel his brother's gaze travel to his lips as he licked them. "I told you, you bastard. Not in that way." There was a playful glint in Veneziano's eyes and he was sure he knew exactly what was coming. And for the record, he was 100% okay with it.

Veneziano pursed his lips and gave his brother a skeptical look. A fake one, of course. He knew Spain was like a father figure to Romano. But he also knew how much Romano loved all of this teasing, even though he'd deny it any time it was brought up.

"I don't believe you,' he said, voice just barely above a whisper. He pressed himself down and rolled his hips in one slow, rough circle. Any retort Romano was going to say had been easily forgotten as he moaned lowly. His arms moved to Veneziano's hips and he tried to get him to keep moving, but the younger just grinned mischievously. "I want you to prove it," he purred.

Romano licked his dry lips once more, focusing on the lustful look in the other male's eyes and how completely turned on he was himself. "How do i prove it?" he said, a slight amusement in his voice. Veneziano gently rocked his hips back and forth with a soft moan, and Romano could feel his brother's own erection pressing up against his stomach with every move.

"By letting me make you feel good," Veneziano sang, with a visible twinkle in his eyes. He slowly pushed himself out of Romano's lap and back onto their bed, so there was a whole area for him to work with. Then he leaned forward and started by unbuttoning his brother's pants. Next he unzipped them, and the metal felt cool on his fingers. Seconds later, the pants were off and tossed somewhere across the room, not to be cleaned up until who knows when.

"I think I can manage that," said Romano softly, only slightly embarrassed to admit it. He shivered at the cool air on his legs, but barely even noticed the cold with all the warm, hot arousal swirling around in his lower regions. The best was yet to come and that thought only excited him more. Though again, he wouldn't admit it.

Then Romano felt a warm breath on his crotch, and hold on, what exactly was Veneziano planning on doing? It took all of his strength not to just thrust his hips up, right into the mouth that was surely there. Though that'd seem needy as hell and like he was going to give in that easy. But he could literally feel his brother's nose against his crotch, and if he shifted just a little, he'd finally get that friction he craved so bad.

Veneziano seemed to have had other ideas, though. He leaned even closer, mouth open slightly, and planted a kiss right on the bulge in Romano's pants. Then without giving him enough time to even shudder or moan, he began sucking, hot, wet lips gently squeezing around Romano's cock through his underwear. The pressure caused it's soft fabric to shift a bit, slowly up and down, almost teasingly.

Romano's breath hitched audibly and he bit back a moan. It was embarrassing. He was already so painfully aroused and Veneziano had barely even done anything. The younger male seemed so thoroughly amused by this and Romano swore he could feel him gently grinning against his crotch. In the end, it didn't matter, because now Veneziano was slowly swirling his tongue around, with no real shape or rhythm, and all thoughts aside from how good it felt were lost from the elder's mind.

But it wasn't just good, it was also torture. That damp heat made sure to travel over every inch of his crotch, but it just wasn't enough. It was unbearably teasing, that potential heaven being held back through the stupid cotton fabric he wore. His cock was definitely awake now, so stubbornly straining against his underwear that felt as if they could rip in two at any given moment. He was panting softly, slowly, and his muscles were much more tense than one's should be when they're about to potentially get a blowjob.

It didn't take more than five seconds for Veneziano to notice this, and he pulled back a bit to look up at his brother in confusion. "Romano?" His voice was hushed, full of lust but also laced with concern, and he was clearly worried that he did something wrong. "Is this okay?" This was his way of asking if he'd fucked up or not, and Romano immediately felt guilty.

"S'fine," he muttered, blushing slightly as he admitted it out loud. Just to make sure Veneziano got the point (and also because he really wanted more), Romano bucked his hips a little, his clothed cock bumping against the younger's mouth. Veneziano looked surprised, then he smirked.

"Is big brother getting impatient?"

Romano pretended he wasn't helplessly turned on by those words (he totally fucking was, though, oh God), simply rolling his eyes in response.

"I think little Vene is impatient," he teased back."I bet he just can't wait to have my cock in his mouth."

Veneziano opened his mouth to respond, then shut it again. He blushed and looked away, visibly admitting defeat. Romano smiled in amusement. Ha! The bastard could never handle a taste of his own medicine. It was cute, actually. He'd tease and tease mercilessly, but the second Romano teased back, he'd get flustered and shut his trap.

Veneziano shifted back and forth, whining lowly at the distraction of his own arousal. He didn't say anything else, and for a second Romano was confused. Suddenly, soft, gentle hands grabbed the waistband of his darned undergarments, gently tugging down on them. Romano gasped in surprise. He lifted his hips, just a little, allowing his brother to slide his underwear down his thighs in one swift movement. They were slid over his knees, down his calves, over his ankles, then they were gone.

"Cute." Veneziano mused, eyeing his brother's exposed form. His eyes were clouded with lust.

This made Romano blush and squirm. God, acting submissive was so embarrassing... He felt the younger flip him over and he didn't even get a second to think before a sharp smack was delivered to his ass.

Romano gasped, hips jerking back, nails digging into the sheets.

"Ah!"

Pain turned into sweet pleasure as he shook slightly. The burning from skin hitting skin made heat flare up in his lower stomach, then go down, making his cock harden.

Another smack.

A whimper escaped the back of his throat. He rutted his hips against the mattress needily, eyes squeezed shut and mouth slightly agape.

Veneziano was silent aside from heavy breathing. His eyes flickered to Romano's hips, then back to his butt, then to his face, which he couldn't actually see from this angle, but Veneziano was sure his brother was making some wonderful faces~

#wip #itacest #smut #hetalia #pwp #writing

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anxiously-unsatisfied-world · 7 years

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Axis (+R,S,P) caught in a storm

Axis Powers and S/O get caught up in a storm and must stay sheltered together until it passes.

Italy Veneziano:

Today has been a lovely day, for the most part, that is until dark clouds rolled in and covered the city of Venice. You and Feliciano had been touring the city before realizing that you’d need to find shelter and quick.

So, you stepped into a small restaurant, the perfect safe haven from the storm. The familiar scents of pasta and pizza surrounded you from the second you entered and Feli turned to you with a smile, “I had been meaning to bring you here anyway. So, let’s get some pasta!”

You nodded and he led you over to a table by a window where you could watch the storm while still remaining warm and dry. The time that the storm lasted was filled with good food and good company and when the clouds parted to make way for the sun, you both smiled at the sight of a rainbow.

Even rain couldn’t possibly break your spirits, especially in such a beautiful city.

Germany:

The storm was completely unexpected and fairly unwelcome. You and Ludwig had been hiking a trail near to your house when dark clouds blackened the sky, giving a few moments notice before pouring. Thunder cracked ominously and you both knew that you had to find a place to wait out the storm for both of your safeties.

Luckily, Ludwig was quite familiar with this area and he led you over to a cave that he’d explored in the past. Thus, it would be a safe place and dry place for you both.

While you leaned against one of the cave walls, Ludwig was going through your hiking supplies, making sure that you’d have enough to comfortably wait out the hours to come. When he finished that, he sat beside you and you both watched the storm from there, you glad that he was with you.

Japan:

Kiku had warned you that there was a fair chance of it raining before you started your walk, but you mentioned that it could make for a good atmosphere. He couldn’t argue with that and made sure that you both had an umbrella on you when you left.

It wasn’t until you got to the park that it actually started raining, causing you both to open up the umbrellas. You walked to the gazebo, sitting down on a bench to watch the rain together.

You were correct earlier as the light shower created a soft symphony that only relaxed you both. The trees’ branches waved with the wind that also caused the flowers to sway from side to side.

When the clouds began to part, a few beams of light filtered through, hitting the falling water just perfect, causing one of the brightest rainbows you’ve seen. Kiku smiled and clasped your hand in his, “You were right. The rain made this even better.” You just smiled back, content to be with him.

Italy Romano:

The sky had been clear for most of the morning so Romano decided to go outside and pick a few tomatoes, despite the warnings from the weather station that it might rain. You followed behind and together, you gathered the brightest tomatoes out.

Then he turned to you, “Should we water the rest?” You tilted your head in response before a few dark clouds covered the sun.

You both paused for a moment when all of a sudden it started raining like someone had turned on a faucet. Romano let out a few curses while you shut your eyes, turning your face up and letting the water gently fall on your skin.

Right as Romano was going to head back to the porch, he turned to look at you, the sight taking his breath away. A small smile appeared on his face at just how content you seemed in that moment. However, a crack of thunder ruined the moment and you jumped, looking sheepishly over at him.

“I guess we should go back inside, huh?” He nods and you grab his hand, heading inside to wait out the storm together.

Spain:

When you both woke up, there were dark clouds covering the sky. Normally, the prospect of rain would make for a calmer atmosphere, but it only served to make Spain happier than usual. After all, his country doesn’t get rain too often.

When the storm officially started, you and Spain were sitting out on the back porch, him not wanting to miss a second of it. You love the rain as much as he does so you didn’t mind.

After a little bit, he turned to you, “Want to dance, mi amor?”

You laughed softly and nodded, him tugging you out into the rain moments later. The two of you playfully danced around until you felt too cold to be out in the rain much longer.

After getting changed into dry clothes, you resumed watching the weather from the inside of your house cuddled up together.

Prussia:

The day had started out bright and clear, so you and Prussia went through with your plans to go to a local amusement park. Over the course of the day, it slowly grew darker with clouds. You and Prussia had been walking around trying to decide on the next thing to do when a raindrop hit the top of your head.

You looked up in slight confusion, allowing another drop to hit your forehead. More and more raindrops fell from the sky, quickly becoming a downpour.

The two of you squealed slightly and raced to find some shelter, where you stayed and chatted until the rain let up. At least, the rain didn’t last too long and take up the rest of your day at the theme park.

//First one of these I’ll do. Feel free to request something like this for any character from the fandoms I’ll write for! ^^//

#aph #aph north italy #aph germany #aph japan #aph south italy #aph spain #aph prussia #aph italy #aph romano #aph imagines #imagine #imagine hetalia #my posts

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renaissancefailmarriage · 7 months

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i know it's late gjrjg but 🔥🌹✒️ for the ask game??

thank you!!

🔥 another hot take...i have a lot of takes but idk that any of them are particularly hot? hmmm i think it's weird when people insist on strict top/bottom designations for ships. i can see characters having preferences but always in one position 100% of the time? nah. or if they are, it's usually indicative of....Something Else going on.

related to this, i don't always agree with "well they're immortal so why would they care about gender/sexuality norms!" i think it's complex. their immortality (and sterility imo) does give them some freedom in this regard. there's no reason for them to settle into a nuclear family or marry to produce an heir or whatever. living multiple centuries you will probably unavoidably have some gay sex. but at the same time, i think most of them would be very bound up in their culture's ideas about sexuality/gender and would accept or reject them on their own terms. it's not as easy as them being immortal and shedding human norms just for that reason.

🌹 HMMMM very attracted to hungary.....regrettably to antonio sometimes, sadik does not get enough hottie appreciation (he's a hottie and a sad old man he can do both) aaaaaand very specific takes on nyopru

✒️ a headcanon i love that directly contradicts canon is VENEZIANO AND ROMANO ARE NOT BABIES IN THE RENAISSANCE. tbh theyre probably some of the older characters of the medieval generation. vene is 6th century at least and romano might even be a little older depending on if you see him as naples specifically or all of southern italy. theyre older teenagers by the renaissance along with everyone else, scamming and flirting and murdering with the best of them.

#ask box games #memes #text #my headcanons #hws veneziano #hws romano

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oneletterwrites · 7 years

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Hey there! I really love your writing and I was wondering if you could please write about how Italy's character flaws caused the downfall of the 3rd Reich without it being shippy. Thanks ahead of time if you decide to do it!

Unwanted

The sky above is black from gunpowder making the clouds grey with ash. The days have blurred and the time of day is masked by the smoke hanging low. People are screaming in pain or orders it’s hard to tell. There’s dirt in everyone’s lungs and coughing is the music that comes from the trenches.

Breathing is difficult. Feliciano thumps down to the muddy walls, sliding as he does to just crouch above the ground, not entirely wanting to slump low enough to get his lower half soaking. His feet are cold and he chokes back a sob at the position he’s in, that his people are in, that they’re all in. Every gunshot that rings out causes him to flinch.

This is his fight. It started that way at least, he reminds himself as he clings to the rinky gun in his hands. He hasn’t shot it yet, not willing to hear the sound it makes or bear the life he might take. He couldn’t do it. His people wanted to run and in running they began to lose. Lose again. Another fight that’s meant to be his.

He clenches his eyes tight and ignores the yell to the top in a language he barely knows. He should be able to take care of this battle on his own and maybe he could but it’s not something he wants to do. Everything about him screams hatred and it makes his stomach churn. Orders or not, this is not where he wants to be.

Another being grunts and falls to the wall across from him. Feliciano blinks at them through the darkness in the trenches, recognizing the uniform and the arm band. The soldier looks up to him and he sucks in a breath of sulfuric air.

“Germany,” He says softly, thankful that his ally is alive for the moment. The nation calms their breathing and doesn’t greet him back, turning their head down to their weapon caked in mud. Feliciano swallows down his new anxiety over Germany not talking to him right away. The other usually asks him as soon as he can if Feliciano is okay. His people are the ones to come and rescue Feliciano’s from the fights that can’t handle.

He reaches out a hand to his fellow nation but Germany raises his in a sharp stop motion. Feliciano flinches at that too, shrinking back to his side of the wall. It almost feels like silence between them but there is never quiet on the front lines of war. Troops run past and there are more scurrying overhead in quick sprints to safety, his ally is right across from him, came to him in a moment of camaraderie, yet Feliciano feels desperately alone.

“I can’t,” Germany finally says to him with a huff of air escaping with his words that morphs into a wet cough. Feliciano’s eyes widen as the words make sense in his head. He’s caught staring at Germany when he snaps his eyes up to lock them on Feliciano.

“I can’t keep doing this,” He hisses. Feliciano can feel his chest tightening and not because of the gunpowder he’s inhaled. He’s sure he understood wrong and he shakes his head slightly.

“What do you-” He cuts himself off with a short sob that wants to crawl it’s way out of him with claws made of disappointment. Germany hangs his head low, his lack of gloves showing how white his knuckles are from the grip on the weapon that protects him as much as harms him.

“I’m stretched too thin, running to you every other day,” He says through gritted teeth and Feliciano can feel his heart snap. Germany glances up at him in pain, the war making him weary. His eyes don’t shine as blue and there are cuts barely healing on his face. What little of his blonde hair that’s peaking out form his helmet is matted down with sweat and mud.

“Veneziano,” Germany says his name in a plea. Felicano is crying already though, soft tears of self hate slip down his face and clean it from the dirt that clings to his face.

“I can’t keep coming to help you every time you don’t feel like fighting!” It comes out harsher with every word until Germany is screaming at him by the end of it. A bark of a command and Feliciano flinches, sniffling and hiding behind his weapon as the heartbreak sets in. They’re supposed to be friends and he’s ruined it. His mind is stuck on the simple point that Germany will not come for him any more.

“Please, stay out of this. I can’t keep you safe,” Germany tries to reason. It doesn’t sink in. All Feliciano’s battle bombarded mind can comprehend is that Germany doesn’t want him around any more. Doesn’t want him at all. They’re allies, they’re supposed t be there for each other. That’s what he was doing fighting this war. It’s been all for Germany’s sake, so he wouldn’t be alone.

“Veneziano listen I-” Feliciano doesn’t hear another word. He pushes his weak muscles to work to make him stand. He almost slips as he tries to get away from Germany. His hand grips to the walls of the trenches and he he hoists himself. Anything to leave. He gets to the top and hear his name called out. It’s nothign compared to the gunshot and the explosion of pain in his chest that forces blood to be coughed up. He falls to his knees and the world turns black.

–

Lights seep through his eye lids and make him try and close his eyes more to block it out. It burns, nothing compared to the sting in his chest, just under his rib cage on his right side keeping him from turning that way. He whimpers and turns the other way only to be pushed to his back again.

“Come on,” A familiar voice says. He lifts a hand to his eyes to cover them lazily from the lights. He whimpers again as he finally takes in his surroundings. Sighs of relief and pressure on his other arm has him turning his head that way. The hospital walls are an off white yet still too bright for him. All the lights are dimmed but it doesn’t mask the worried looks on his brothers’ faces.

Romeo whispers blessings and thanks into Feliciano’s hand in their language and Lovino has a hand on his arm to comfort Feliciano from his trauma. Feliciano chokes out a cough and his entire torso aches in pain. The bullet that caught his side has been removed Lovino tells him and regeneration of his body is going well, if not just slow.

“Why did you go above the trench?” Romeo asks him softly, knowing Lovino would have done so in bark. Feliciano winces at suddenly becoming the subject of his brothers’ scrutinizing gazes. He tilts his head away from them as he remembers what words Germany had told him that day in the trench.

“Stay out of this.” He said. Feliciano wipes away his tears hoping the others do not see. Romeo squeezes his hand even though he gives no explanation.

“Finally, he’s awake.” They all snap their heads to the doorway, shrinking away and back at seeing England there with someone who looks much like America, but even in their shocked and war worked state they know the loud nation would never be so silent.

“Glad to see you’re back with us lad,” England says a little too friendly for Feliciano’s taste and Lovino now has the spunk to sneer at him.

“Can we help you?” Romeo asks them and England’s facade drops spectacularly quick to a glare. His companion nation brushes past easily to go to Feliciano’s side, taking a spare seat by him and smiling sweetly. Feliciano gulps down his nerves at seeing England about to force a smile back.

“It seems you’ve been abandoned,” England says curtly and Feliciano flinches openly. His brothers’ stare at him with mouths dropped in disbelief. He can’t help it and new tears form in his eyes. They all fought on the same side, but they all knew Feliciano is the link. Germany’s friend above all though he never treated the others unkindly.

“Pity,” England says without an ounce of pity in his voice. He rolls his eyes when his companion shoots him a chiding look, wiping away some of Feliciano’s tears with a clean handkerchief. He smiles again and Feliciano smiles easier at him.

“Me and Canada here have come to offer you an alliance,” He tells them boldly. This Canada nods their head in agreement, taking Feliciano’s unoccupied hand in his.

“We know how much you’ve struggled,” He says. Feliciano is locked on him and the attention he’s being given.

“We’d like to be there to help you,” Canada says to him, now looking to his brothers’ too. They all look lost as to what to do. A squeeze of his hand gets Feliciano’s attention back on Canada.

“Think about it, we’ll be waiting for you,” He says and stands to leave. Feliciano knowingly or not keeps holding his hand until he physically can not reach any more. England rolls his eyes as they leave but Canada offers them another smile. Then they’re gone and Feliciano’s head is filled with the promises of help.

He and his brothers sit in the hospital room with nurses popping in and out to make sure Feliciano’s wound is healing properly with his inhuman regeneration abilities. Silence is deafening only with the stray sound of explosions int he distance, a battle ground that they are not fighting.

“Germany abandoned us,” Feliciano finally whispers out. The other’s say nothing. The words that Germany had told him mix in his head in a chorus of loneliness. He knows he’s hard to be around sometimes, but he never thought Germany would leave him for good. He never wanted to fight, he joined only to be with Germany in hopes he would be protected.

He’s been left.

“What should we do?” Romeo’s voice cracks in fright. Lovino places a hand on his head as comfortingly as he can. They complete the train by taking Feliciano’s hand in theirs.

“Perhaps we should.. consider the English bastard’s offer,” Lovino murmurs unhappy about the fact he’s even suggesting siding with the Allies. Feliciano looks between them and settles on staring at his lap with a memory of a sweet smile and the promise for friends.

“It could ease our pain,” He says quietly. They all stay quiet for hours after, neither mentioning the true consideration of the offer given to them. The thought of the pain eased from the war is too tempting. The thought of someone coming to aid grips Feliciano tighter than he thought it could.

–

It didn’t last. War is ugly but it had been beautiful to have people fighting beside him, with him, for him so he didn’t have to. He had others to come and be with him when his brothers’ could not. He felt wanted. They wanted to come to him and help him, they wanted to make sure he’s okay.

He didn’t fight but they came to him, pushed back the forces now invading his lands from his switch to the Allied side. He ignored the strange looks he got from the others, simply enjoying the feeling of having people to come for him.

He had been wrong.

Their affections for him left the moment Germany surrendered. He hadn’t been there, a trip in his gut keeping him from watching his once friend sign away what he fought for. The lump in his throat hasn’t left.

He tried to contact the Allies after the treaty, for anything, small things, and big, expecting at first then pleading when they didn’t come to him. His smiles were met with indifference and sneers that struck him deep. His brothers’ are off trying to handle their own government business, the excess from the switched sides. They are angry with him too, for not doing his own work. With them gone, Feliciano is left alone again by those he called ally.

The days drag almost as long as they did when in the trenches with his boots deep in mud and his toes cold. He hasn’t done anything for his country in days, his mind numb to all around him. desperately wishing there could be others to fill his house with noise and affection.

A knock on his door has him snapping his head up right from where he almost fell asleep sitting up. He looks about him in wonder, not recognizing his own home for a moment. There’s another knock, more frantic this time and he scrambles to his feet. It’s nearly too much mental activity to unlock the door.

His mind goes even more blank seeing Germany on his doorstep, ragged and tried with the weight of the world pushing on his shoulders. He squeaks and clings to his door to make sure he’s still standing.

“Germa-”

“Why did you leave me?” Germany interrupts him desperately. Feliciano flinches at the tone, wanting to hide but not finding the right thoughts to actually close his door and ignore the nation in front of him.

“You were my ally and you left,” Germany says to him like he’s taking to a child. Guilt begins to hang on his neck and Feliciano lets his head drop. He left because Germany told him he should.

“You didn’t..” Feliciano’s words fall away to nothing. There are no reason and no excuses. Germany runs a hand through his hair further messing it up.

“You didn’t want me around any more,” Feliciano finally manages to finish. Germany actually scoffs at him, staring at him in disbelief and Feliciano can’t look him in the eyes.

“I wanted you to be safe!” He shouts.

“I didn’t want you to abandon me,” He reasons now in a whisper. Feliciano shuts his eyes tight to block out the derogatory thoughts to himself. Germany left him, he tries to convince himself but he knows different. Not with Germany now in front of him where the Allied powers are not.

“You were my friend,” Germany accuses him and Feliciano grits his teeth.

“What about your brother or Ja-”

“Gilbert’s gone.” Ludwig spits at him. Feliciano does look up then, the devastation in Germany’s face clear and final. He turns away with his eyes misting over, a far away memory in his mind.

“At the surrender meeting, they took Gilbert away from me,” Germany rips at his collar, exposing his chest and the new raw scar over his heart, the lines of partisan clear.

“I haven’t felt Gilbert in weeks,” He admits quietly. Feliciano covers his mouth as the meaning sets in. If he lost one of his brothers’ he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. Prussia had been the closest to Germany.

“Why did you leave me.” Germany asks again, defeated and tired. Feliciano stares back at him with no words to answer with. His throat feels closed and the lump that plagued him before comes back with a vengeance. His lack of answer is enough of one for Germany and he turns without a look back.

Feliciano watches him go. All he has done, all that he didn’t. It’s all his fault. He could have done more. He could have fought harder, could have fought at all. But he didn’t. He let everyone he called friend fight his battles for him. Helpless in everything he just stood by and watched as the one that did come back to him became ruined by the friends with false promises.

The pain hurts and he collapses with the door open, letting cold air in. His tears sting his face and the wound under his ribs hurts again though the scar has cleared from his skin. It’s all his fault. It’s all his fault. He could have actually done something but he just let it all slip away from him. He hurt the ones who truly mattered. It’s all his fault.

And in the end, Feliciano lost everyone.

#aph north italy #drabble #anonymous #history why #MAYBE NOT SPECIFICALLY THE THIRD REICH BUT YO DOWNFALL OF SOMETHING #i hope the flaws came across okay?#specifically his dependency and unwillingness to fight for himself #aph germany #aph south italy #aph serborga #aph england #aph canada #not gerita

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ahmedsalmanmagento-blog · 4 years

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Consider Android App Development Even If You Have An Ios App On A Budget

Android program growth faces different challenges than iOS app development, but reaps the advantages of the Android infrastructure. But why can't I simply replicate my iOS program in Android? Do I really need to construct a new app from the ground up?

The reply to these questions is the dev work doesn't translate directly whatsoever. The slightest perceivable difference in UI to the customer takes a ton of development time. The difference in programming language means that devs cannot simply copy and paste assets between versions. It is not that this approach is impractical, but in most instances is impossible. Additionally, it is important to note the difference in markets. The kind of app that succeeds at the App Store is not analogous to that which will top the charts in Google Play.

From that fateful day the App Store launched in 2008, the fundamentals of Android and iOS happen to be in direct competition with each other. Apple telephones evolve at an incremental level. Each year's new version (with the current exception of the X) contains virtually the same attribute set, with a brand new quirk or a horsepower upgrade. IOS programs have the convenience of knowing their platform is scalable and omnipresent -- an program made for iPhone 7 will have the ability to run on the 8 as well as the 6. Apple's dedication to their core tenants has caused sleek, touch-based designs.

In 2008, Android phones did not have a modicum of ubiquity. Smartphones have become more omnipresent in the recent decades, but the gulf between Android and iPhone model variety remains wide. Android programs are built to operate on dozens of models, some still using keyboards due to the most important competitor for Android being Blackberry. This caused a new design focus on efficient interaction and navigability. Modern Android mobiles are now equipped with touch screens, but contemporary Android apps still prioritize efficiency and business over slick design.

FINDING PRODUCT-MARKET FIT

If app development was an exact science we'd all be Evan Spiegel. Unfortunately, that means there isn't any perfect time to formally"start" Android program development. The best way to forge forward would be to obey your customers and to the market.

Fueled's recommended method is to asses your current apps product-market fit. In case you've discovered a market your iOS app is presently satisfying, then you're probably in a fantastic place to think about an Android interface. Assessing this match requires numerous rounds of user testing and gathering feedback. Do this until you have a user base which does not only claims to love your product, but really uses it. Inevitably they will stay, inform their friends and followers to join, and you will acquire a populating user base that is, ideally, pleased and invested. Which means at this stage, you are going to start getting asked,"where is your own Android app?" Now it's time to reanimate your own iOS app.

Walk across new york or San Francisco and you're going to see iPhones on each street corner, subway stop and pizza joint. This might become your world, startup program developers, but you'd be making erroneous assumptions about the marketplace. While Apple could be the predominant leader in conditions of App Store revenue and hardware profit, Android phones reached peak market share of 88% worldwide last November, and always stay with the 70-80% range.

In Asian and European countries where users speak multiple languages, Android caters to their requirements. Universally, and even at the U.S., Android telephones would be the less expensive option. Sure, the Galaxy and Pixels of the world exist, but there are plenty of budget friendly options when it comes to smartphones that can run the specific same Android programs without the added dash of the best camera on Earth. From Maps to Drive, all Google services information is readily available in your phone. This feels cohesive, in which on iOS, the Google apps are separated and disjointed as they're not native to the stage. These are a few ways an Android program can dramatically increase your user base, particularly on an global scale.

The vast majority market share of the Android market does not necessarily create the App Store a bad place for an app to live: it functions as a wonderful springboard for an initial launch and can ultimately lead to a great deal of profit. An iOS app provides you a storefront using the capability to reach a critical audience of early adopters.

A key aspect of developing brand recognition is SEO (search engine optimisation ). You want your program to be discoverable through search engines, such as Google, the biggest by far. There is an abundance of methods to increase SEO rankings: the majority of these practices involving strategic keyword research and link building.

Look at the App Store. It is a closed ecosystem and, yes, you can get it through a web browser, but it resides in its own comprised world. It is hosted on a personal Apple server, in which the listings and featured programs are rigorously assessed. With the exception of a support link required from Apple (which could increase clicks to your page ), iOS downloads make zero contribution to page views and also have hardly any SEO benefits.

Should you host an Android app to the Google Play store, well, it has Google right in the name there. Having your program in Google Play puts you to Google's app indexing library. The major search engine optimization benefit from this addition is that program views convert to website page views. Meaning each"click" or gesture onto the app converts to a click in your own homepage or corresponding landing page. The more"clicks" your app has, the more popular and related it becomes, ultimately raising its rank in Google.

The immediate and most commonly cited advantage of Android apparatus is the open source nature of the platform. Open source is a platform where developers can personalize and exchange source code (additional details on how specifically Android takes benefit of the system are available here). Android program growth is often a more economical and simpler procedure on account of the environment that boosts. According to Fueled's Lead Android Developer Julien Veneziano, building in push notification performance takes half a day when building for Android. On iOS, he states, it can take up to 2 or three days. In program growth, time is money.

But on a pure financial front, the Google Play Store once again gets got the upper hand. To become a licensed publisher on the App Store, it costs $100 a year. The Play Store charges companies $9.99 a year, practically nothing. Additionally, Android devs have the additional advantage of being able to produce and test programs for their own devices for free. Using just a USB cable, programmers can upload programs directly onto their private devices to try to perform with. Due to Apple's closed-source system you cannot construct iOS programs that aren't placed on the App Store. Open source, in this circumstance, garners a creatively freeing, albeit less quality assured, approach to program development.

All these infrastructure differences can make or break a notion. Pezo, for instance, is an educational parental control Android program for children. The program is the electronic eqiouivalent of needing to do your math homework before playing your video games. Rather than locking kids out of using programs like Facebook or Angry Birds with a passcode, Pezo requires them to answer a couple of math questions upon opening the program. Apple's limitations on how programs can interact with one another imply this brilliant thought is not making it to their stage. This kind of innovation is simply viewed on Android.

Apple is famous for their refinement, but maybe not their invention. Cutting edge technician usually takes a while to migrate to Apple's hardware. That isn't to say Apple's approaches were not more nuanced and well-integrated in their platform by the time they came. The decision ultimately depends upon your product's demands.

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Hetalia nekotalia headcanons(covering just a few of them)

It seems weird that the cats would just be called "Italy-cat" by the actual nation whose name is already Italy so I wasted my time in figuring out their possible breeds and searching up acceptable names(unless stated otherwise) for them that the nations may pick for them and even where the nations obtained these cats. I think they've come to value these cats on the same level as themselves due to how long they may have been around(the same goes for whatever other pet(s) they may own). I thought this was a fun thing to do and honestly it was! :)

Might do more when I get the time again~

***Tw for mentions of animal abuse***

Americat:

Domestic long hair, possible Maine Coon mix!

I think America adopted his cat in the 1980s. He was just a kitten, abandoned outside a supermarket in a box with a sign with one other kitten inside. At least 2 months old. America, having a big heart and soft spot for animals of any kind, took them both in. However he was already struggling to buy proper food for his other animals so he needed to find a different home for them. America ended up keeping one, as he fell absolutely head over heels for him, and named him Liberty— for obvious personal reasons. America raised him for the majority of his life as an indoor cat but with how much energy he has he decided to train him to be an outdoor cat as well, even teaching him to use the doggy door. This gave him enough room to actually grow faster into the adult cat he is now compared to if he'd ALWAYS be around America(as in staying small due to the slow aging around America).

Canacat:

Domestic longhair, possible Maine Coon mix!

Canada adopted him after America offhandedly asked. Canada was pretty stuck when it came to naming him. It was 4 weeks into owning him, mostly calling him a range of names such as Paul and Rookie but never sticking to one for even one whole day, but when Canada was just sitting there eating breakfast before leaving for his daily duties, just a normal quiet morning it came to him. Again, he was just sitting there. That is until the kitten figured out how to climb onto the chair next to him that is. He sat there meowing and pawing at Canada's thigh for 10 minutes while Canada ate. And then he tried to jump onto the table 3 times in a row. Canada gave in and allowed him up there for a minimum of 3 minutes. Not even 1 second passed and suddenly the little rascal is trying to steal the last couple bites of pancake. That was apparently what he wanted. And so Canada named him Pancake! Pancake was an energetic little kitten that a spring in his step but he did mellow out as he grew into adulthood. He's mainly an indoor cat. Come winter time when it snows, Pancake has a tendency to forget the existence of snow so he goes bolting for it only to regret it later.

Germany-cat:

A black or gray German Rex!

Germany isn't exactly a big cat person, he prefers dogs. But after this kitten followed Prussia's cat all the way home and noticed how thin he was he couldn't resist taking care of him. Germany ended up naming him Maus in reference to how tiny and often silent his meow was as a kitten. Now it's just a hilarious name as he's grown quite big and has a very strong meow! Maus is a very well behaved cat although it seems he doesn't favor being played with. He's most often seen at the top of his cat tower or in the window basking in the warm sun. As he was previously found as a stray outside he still does favor being outside. He tends to escape whenever Germany unlocks the doggy door or when Germany let's the dogs out in the backyard to run around for a bit. Maus may be a very mellow cat but he does tend to be loud when he wants food and doesn't want to wait for it. He also tends to attack people when suddenly being pet.

Prussia-cat:

An albino German Rex!

Prussia adopted him in 1998 after his and Germany's new home became a little overrun with mice. Prussia affectionately named him Gunther. Gunther was a spunky little kitten, in fact he was the runt of 6 other siblings and noticeably different to his siblings in appearance(originally thought to just take after the father's white coat despite the orange coats of his siblings and mother). Prussia chose him, the teeny little runt, after watching him easily sneak up and take down his bigger sister and win the play-fight he started. Prussia proudly took him home and trained him to catch the mice! Some years later, Gunther apparently got curious and brave and got loose outside. He was gone for weeks. He came back with a limp, a fresh scar, and a kitten clinging to his side. Gunther rarely escapes outside anymore. Prussia didn't know Gunther was albino until took he took him to the vet for his shots.

Itabby and Romano-cat:

They're both European shorthairs!

When the Italies were freshly unified and everything was still pretty awkward they were forced to go bond by taking walks every morning. Veneziano didn't mind this, he enjoyed the morning and even more so the countryside around them. Romano however could care less about it all and just wanted his bed back. Veneziano was all conversation, very observant of his surroundings as he commented on them to strike up an interesting conversation. And that's how he noticed a man cruelly stuffing two kittens into a sack on their way out of town. After alerting his brother, the two confronted the man. The man claimed these two were sick because neither were getting any of their mother's milk like the rest. Romano demanded he hand the kittens over or else he'd regret it. Veneziano annoyed him with his whining to the point where he gave in and handed them over quite harshly. Once they got them safely away from the man they took a look at the 1 week old kittens; they were both terribly skinny but clearly hanging on for dear life and the brothers both agreed, for once(well more like Romano kept saying "whatever the fuck you want"), that they wanted to help these poor creatures. Luckily for them they knew a stray cat that just had another litter of 3 and could perhaps try to get her to accept two more. And she did! Well it took a day but she did eventually take them in and feed them. Veneziano immediately decided that once they were old enough to eat solid foods he was going to keep one of them and name him Gino! It took a while for Romano to warm up to the idea of keeping even one but he eventually did. He took the other kitten and named him Sonno. They've lived so long due to just how clingy they are to the brothers. Their aging was so slowed down because of how often they're near the Italies that they didn't become fully grown adult cats until some time around 1932.

Japan-cat:

Japanese bobtail!

Named Yoshi* for being Japan's little lucky charm. Yoshi was left behind by his previous family after they moved away. He left his home and began wandering around until he got to Japan's house. Taking notice of how the cat stuck around his house, Japan began feeding him. And feeding him. And feeding him. And eventually he accepted the idea that he was now a cat owner. Not knowing his previous name, Japan decided to rename him Yoshi. Because of Yoshi, Japan began to come outside more and more each day as he is an outdoor cat that seldomly comes inside anymore. What's more is Yoshi came into his life in 1999, just a few months before 2000— aka when The Lost Decade was coming to an end as well as his personal on and off string of depressive episodes. Japan spoils Yoshi with treats and only the best cat food he can afford!

*The real name given to him by Himaruya is Tama, most likely a reference to calico cat Tama from Kinokawa, Wakayama Prefecture, Japan(that's at least what I've gathered). Before I knew this(in my early fandom days) I headcanoned his name to be Yoshi, as I said above it was a reference to luck(I didn't have as easy and unmonitored access to the internet as I do now so I never had a steady way to look these things up). I like Tama as well but I still can't get the name Yoshi out of my mind! I'm not sure if Yoshi and Tama can be combined like some names here in America can be combined(like Lilian Pad[as in Lily Pad] or Patches Poo) and I don't want to attempt it in case I get it wrong no matter how much research I do.

Austria-cat:

Domestic longhair!

Austria has quite the soft spot for this kitty surprisingly. He was born on his estate after his mother wandered in and settled between a couple bushes in his garden. He was born one of three kittens, almost entirely identical to his mother. Austria ended up giving names to all the cats but this one specifically was named Mozart— for very obvious reasons on Austria's part. The mother cat and two of the other kittens ended up moving along a year later after Austria decided to renovate part of his house; however the only one to stick around was Mozart. Austria would let Mozart come inside if only he could manage to pick him up. Mozart will jump into his lap outside, brush up against him, greet him in the morning, allow him to come near(especially with food and clean water) and even pet him but he won't ever peacefully allow Austria to carry him. Mozart was originally thought to be a Ragdoll however it was France who identified him to be a simple domestic longhair instead.

China-cat:

Burmese cat!

Originally a stray that endlessly bothered a shop owner and his own cat, China attracted his attention when he fed him only once. This cat followed him all the way to the hotel he was staying at not far from the little shop, which annoyed him greatly but honestly gave him a little laugh as well. As his car ride home was only going to be an hour at best he decided to at least attempt to bring the little fella home for proper care and attention. And obviously it worked. On his way home he decided a name like Zhi seemed perfect for him! Something told China Zhi was used to car rides and being around people, which told him Zhi was originally in a loving home. Feeling a little sad that this nice loyal cat was living on the streets he began to pamper him. Now Zhi expects to be brushed twice a day, let out at least once a day to soak in the sun's warmth and lay in the soft grass. He's fed the best food possible, has more toys that he knows what to do with. China's cellphone is overrun with videos of Zhi playing fetch— a trick he didn't teach him which, to him, is further proof he had a previous owner.

Russia-cat:

Siberian cat!

Taken in from a rescue shelter, at first fostered, then adopted. Russia kept the name the shelter gave him, Boris, as it fit him very well considering his past. Boris was unfortunately neglected when his previous owner was around. His fur was matted, he was skin and bones, upon pick up he had an eye infection. He was terribly scared of people. After being treated and showed kindness, it wasn't very long for him to open up. When Russia came along and took him in to give him all the proper attention he lacked, Boris fell in love with it. And Russia fell in love with having a cat around. Before anyone could swoop in and try to adopt Boris, Russia already put in to adopt. Now Boris is a happy healthy cat who's favorite toy to play with is Russia's supply of yarn. Boris loves bird or feather based toys the most, however, and will often drag his favorite feather wand over to Russia so he'd play. He's not much of an outdoor cat but after being kept mostly in a small cage since birth he does enjoy at least laying on the porch outside.

France-cat:

A Sacred Birman with light creamy point colouration!*

Obtained as a newly born kitten in 1992, France had offered to help nurture him as his mother had died shortly after giving birth. France named him Minou, more so in honor of his deceased mother Minet rather than it being a common French cat's name(some assume he was lazy with his naming). Minou grew up to be properly spoiled and loved by France. From the time he could see and walk properly, France began putting light outfits and accessories on him for very small amounts of time(like hats and ties mainly to avoid overheating). Minou often silently greets France at the door whenever he comes home, barreling through the hallway or off the couch in order to get some much needed love and attention. He surprisingly gets along very well with France's pet birds, only ever going after them once as a kitten. Minou can be found in his luxurious cat bed made of cardboard from the cat tower's box and a quilt France had crafted long long ago that's now drastically torn in various places. OR he can be found planting his fanny on France's face at night, nearly suffocating him. Minou seems to have a likeness for Russia and England.

*I know France-cat doesn't have any visible point colorations to him but him being a Persian doesn't fit him in my opinion, especially a blue eyed white cat. There's a high percentage of blue eyed white cats being deaf. However a common trait in Birmans are blue eyes so that, to me, fits better.

Iggycat:

Scottish fold-American shorthair mix!*

Obtained through a small litter from a colleague. England named him Lopsy immediately upon seeing him, completely falling in love with him. Due to Lopsy's health concerns(osteochondrodysplasia) he's strictly an indoor cat. He's not very playful due to the pain he endures so he's prone to lay about, especially in England's lap, in his cat bed that sits directly under the window to reach the sunlight, or under England's bed. Despite being on them for so long, it still takes quite the struggle to give Lopsy his medication as he's come accustomed to when England is preparing to give it to him. As he's not very active, Lopsy isn't too fond of France's, America's, or Canada's cats— all of which tend to love playing together. However there are times when Minou is in non-playful mode where Lopsy will lay near or eat with him, but will absolutely refuse to lay with since Minou does have a tendency to attack another cat's tail without warning.

*The reason I see him as a mix is due to the major health concerns breeding two Scottish folds together can bring. However, breeding a Scottish fold with an American shorthair or British shorthair is often the better choice as there's less issues involved. There's talk about banning the breed all together. Even with this talk, breeding persists, preferably for cat shows from the sound of it. There's even research going into fixing these health concerns but it seems incurable due to the Scottish fold disease seeming to be a very dominant trait no matter what secondary breed it's bred with. Scottish fold disease doesn't always occur in a litter, mostly being a 50% change.

Spain-cat:

European shorthair!

Named Vivo for his lively personality, this little guy was found in the rain, drenched and hungry. He looked to be roughly 3 months old, very well fed and groomed so Spain assumed he had a family he ran away from for whatever reason. Without any other solution, Spain took him in until someone came to pick him up. A few weeks go by without anyone coming to claim him, so Spain opted to keep Vivo. Vivo is very loving, he possess a strong purr and often falls asleep purring. He's a lap cat but also has a tendency to curl up on or near Spain's shoulder when he's on the couch. Vivo is mainly an outdoor cat, often chasing mice or other vermen away from the garden without ever destroying it. Spain is pretty grateful to of found him as it had gotten quiet with Romano gone and all. And Vivo defiantly brought some noise to the house! He's not always vocal but when he is he tends to run around happily meowing for attention. He's surprisingly very territorial however— when introduced with then young kits Gino and Sonno, the Italies' cats, Vivo almost attacked them. It took small steps forward to get the three of them to warm up to each other. It also took a while to warm Vivo up to Minou and Gunther.

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