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alfredosauce50 · 2 years

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Dropping by here just to say that I really adore your writing!! I especially loved Who's The Bad Guy and your general headcanons for 1P America. Speaking of which, if requests are open, can we get NSFW HCs for Alfred? Thank you so so much in advance!!! 💖💖

Thank you! That story is definitely a fan favorite, even if it’s my oldest work. It feels like it’s in the past for me (affectionately and nostalgically) but not for the people reading it <3 Requests aren’t open, and probably won’t be for a while. I’ve piled up on my own stories that I really want to finish, so they gotta be put on the back burner. But, as we all know, Alfred, Allen, and Mathias are getting their own series because they’re the golden boys of this blog. And I usually make exceptions for them, especially for essentials 😼

Content warning: Heavy sexual themes. R18+ only.

NSFW America headcanons

With Alfred, everything comes down to the mood. He’s not always thinking about getting it on, but given the right time and place, his mind will wander. When that happens, anything can turn him on. Was it something you said? Or something you did? Whatever it was, he’ll be dying to blow off some steam, and he won’t hesitate to let you know.

His libido is more balanced than his 2p counterpart. But Alfred is, by far, the bigger pervert out of the pair. If you’re relaxed around him or walk around without being decent, he will sneak a peek. If you aren’t looking, he will stare. He can keep a straight face even when he’s stripping you in his mind and thinking about putting something between your legs. If you ask him what he’s doing, he will walk over and say, “waiting for you. What are you doing?”

Yes, he wears glasses. No, his eyesight isn’t as bad as you think it is. That makes it easier to hide where he’s looking, but by the slim chance you do catch him, he won’t lie about it. Not that he’d admit it either. If you call him out, he’ll just go,“maybe.”

Alfred is unpredictable. He can go from an excitable puppy to serious in seconds. After spending a day together, humoring his whims and doing what he asks, he won’t want you to leave. If you do so little as smile at him, or better yet, tug his arm for him to walk you to the door, you aren’t going anywhere. He will grab your wrist and ask, “do you really wanna go home?”

He’s a force to be reckoned with when he’s turned on. You might try kissing him goodbye, but he’s insatiable. Alfred will put his lips on yours, again and again, until you’re lightheaded. If you cover his mouth with a hand, he’s not above licking and biting it until you pull away. He’ll dive back in and pick you up by your legs. The second he feels your thighs squeeze his hips, he’s popping a fast, hard boner. While he darts his restless eyes over your flushed face, he pants this over you. “Let’s fuck.”

Alfred is rough at first. He’s impatient and horny, so all he can think about is pounding you until sweet release. And he does, sticking it in after a hasty prep. Penetration can hurt, but it’s only the beginning. He’ll pick you up and bounce you on his cock as hard as he can. You’re moaning and gasping, begging him to slow down, and it turns him on past the brink of sanity. In his lust-fueled mania, he will hold you against the bedroom door to hear it bang to his hard thrusts.

The location feels ‘in-between’ to him, so it’s a glaringly erotic reminder of how bad he needs it. Coupled with the sound of wet skin-slapping, he’s tempted to go faster and harder until he cums. After shooting his hot loads in you, his gunk will be dripping down your legs. He won’t pull out and use his semen as lube to keep fucking you. He just has to get hard again, which is easy while he’s kissing you.

He’s a natural dirty-talker. When he whispers at you, every word gets you aching for him. He will say things like “don’t look away from me, okay?” and “you like that?” If you’re squeezing too hard on his dick, he will tell you to relax a little. On the other hand, hearing you speak for a change will get him to lose all sense of control. Especially when you tell him to put his hands on you.

He enjoys slow sex. It’s perfect for when he needs a break, but doesn’t want to pull out. Alfred will loom over you and show a floaty smile while he rolls his hips. He can focus on the feeling of your warm insides, every squeeze and pull of it, which he finds endlessly intimate. But it’s the thought of being connected to you that sends strong twitches down his cock.

He’s obsessed with your thighs. Alfred will squeeze and fondle them with every chance he gets; if not, he’ll put his mouth all over them. When he eats you out on the edge of the bed, crush his head between them. The harder, the better. He won’t help rubbing himself out while you squeeze him, and won’t stop until he cums.

He has a habit of slapping his dick on you. He does it over where he plans to penetrate, and will rub himself on it too. Alfred does it for fun, but if you ask him about it, he says he’s “ringing a bell.”

Alfred loves doing it doggy-style. The position takes ‘fucking like animals’ to another level. He’s mounting you from behind, pulling your arms back, and pounding you hard. It’s carnal, brutish, and unapologetically raw, and he can’t get enough. Missionary, cow-girl, and any other front-facing position are also a favorite.

So long as he can get a good view of your body, he’s a happy camper. Alfred is a pervert, and will get off to seeing things like his dick plunging into you, or the sweat running down your chest. While your back arches like a cat, he will lean in and lap your skin to catch the warm, salty beads. It has the lewd taste of sex, and isn’t the only part of you he’ll be dragging his tongue all over.

He has a smell kink. Or is it the pheromones? Either way, he has a thing for your scent, and won’t shy away from it when you’re drenched in sweat. He will breathe you in, lick you, and smother his face wherever he pleases.

Alfred loves having you ride him—especially when you try being rough as payback. Unfortunately, he loves it. Not only does it feel amazing, seeing you slow down out of pleasure is insanely hot. Feeling his cock prod against that special spot pushes you to a hard climax, and watching it happen gets him cumming fast.

He has a thing for foot jobs. It’s supposed to be degrading, but that’s why he likes it so much. Once again, it’s frustrating how nothing you do fazes him. Not even if you call him names (asshole, idiot, pervert), kick him, or step on him. No, sir. He’s having the time of his life. Alfred finds your temper sexy, especially when you try taking it out on him. Keyword, try.

Sex with socks on is a big yes. And yet, he still won’t admit that he has a foot fetish.

Sex with clothes on is an even bigger yes. The urgency of it is super hot—if you’re wearing underwear, he’ll sneak a hand under it and move it to the side. He already has his dick out, ready to plunge into your walls. His boxers are down to his thighs, and you’re sitting on his lap, hanging off his neck. While he bounces you on his cock, he’ll be grabbing your ass and thighs.

He has a weakness for sundresses and flimsy underwear. If you show up wearing said dress, he won’t stop staring at you or flirting. What’s underneath is just a bonus. If he has his car with him, he will drive to a secluded spot — an empty parking lot, drive-in cinema, or even the beach — and fuck you in the driver’s seat.

Alfred gets jealous at the drop of a hat. If it’s something minor, he’ll feel better after a kiss or two. Otherwise, he needs more assurance to soothe his jealous heart, even if it’s through angry sex. Angry sex eventually turns into makeup sex, and he’ll feel terrible by the end of it. Cue the endless apologies and sulking.

He’s meticulous with aftercare. He knows he can be rough in bed, so he makes sure you feel cared for when things die down. He’ll cuddle and kiss you, help you wash up, cook for you, and put something on the TV. Post-sex Alfred is the most affectionate he can be. He feels loved after going at it for hours, and won’t hesitate to show it.

#MOONLIGHT BABY #His birthday month is coming soon so happy birthday lol #somebody come get his nasty ass...#thanks for the ask anon #ask answered #aph america #hetalia headcanons #headcanons #America headcanons #hetalia #hetalia fanfiction #america x reader #hetalia x reader #reader insert #request #alfredosauce50 #hetalia fanfic

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asknzmate · 2 years

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"ITS ME BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!! Happy Matariki everyone!!!"

"With @asktheoutbackhimbo who clearly ain't a mornin' person..."

#OOC//#hi so some of you might be confused on the date #I actually changed NZ's birthday to the Matariki celebration which is now a national holiday!!!#I didn't like the idea of Waitangi Day being his birthday and it gives me more reason to share and celebrate Matariki #So Happy Matariki everyone #more posts coming soon :eyes:#aph new zealand #asknzmate #aotearoa #hetalia #hws new zealand #new zealand #nz #aph #axis powers hetalia #ask blog #matariki

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questionablelightyagami · 1 year

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Aph Prussia might be a canon virgin but I want him to do it with every single character in the cast and TOP.

#hetalia #aph prussia #hws prussia #He can only bottom with me and germany #thats it #other wise he's the top of the world and i mean it literally #i don't care if he comes too soon #or he absolutely sucks at that #or he just starfishes on bed while other person rides him #he just needs his konigsberg inside someone #thats all i ask and want off him

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atom-writings · 1 month

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omgg i cant stop giggling n kicking my feet BUT can i request gn!reader 'accidentally' leaving a lipstick kiss mark on russia, america, canada, greece and japan before they leave for the day and the countries dont notice until either from a mirror or someone else points it out? AAOUGUGGH

hetalia russia, america, canada, greece, and japan when their s/os leave a kiss in lipstick

1.6k words ~ gender neutral headcanons

tw: none!

a/n: hjey guys did you know being a costume director is time consuming? i did not. send help. also enjoythis idk

Russia

It was never an easy affair to get Ivan out of the house. His clinginess combined with how admittedly boring his job was made it near impossible for him to leave without you forcing him to. Today was one of those days, and you were beginning to think you’d have to leave with him.

"But darling, can't you understand? It's so cold and miserable out there..." He whines as he holds you.

He's got you positioned so that you're standing between his legs while he sits on the couch, his arms wrapped tightly around you and his head resting against your chest. So... no escape available without coaxing.

"I know, I know, but you'll be late..."

"They will be ok without me, but I won't be ok without you!"

All you can do is sigh until you're suddenly struck with an idea. You can't go with him, but you can leave something with him. And looking down at his snow-white skin, you have just the idea.

"But you won't have to be without me, Vanya!" You chide, tilting his head up to look at you. His face lights up instantly.

"What do you mean?"

Instead of responding, you lean down and press a soft kiss against his forehead, leaving a pink imprint of your lips on his face.

"That one was magic, ok? It'll stay with you the whole day, so I'll always be with you!" It's childish, and you're struggling not to laugh, but his innocent expression tells you all you need to know. He'll finally let you go, none the wiser as to what you really meant.

"Ah- Mr. Braginsky..." Some random intern was forced to prompt later in the day, his tone fearful as to how Ivan would react.

"Yes?"

"You... you have something on- on your face..."

"Huh?" He reaches up to wipe where the intern had gestured, but only smiles when he comes away with your favourite lipstick. He decides that whatever left can stay... it's just your magic, after all.

America

Alfred was a busy man for all the effort he expended to prevent that exact reality. He'd much rather spend all day playing video games at home with you, but duty calls. Though, now, was just glad that for once, you were busy as well.

“Hey, babe!” He greets you with a bright smile, resting his hand on your shoulder before moving to sit across from you. The meeting spot he had chosen was busy, but at least it wasn't far from either places you two needed to be.

“Were you waiting long?”

“No, not really,“ You respond with a sigh, twirling the straw in your drink.

”Well, that's good because uh- bad news, I won't be able to stay l-“

”Ugh! Seriously?“

He shrinks a little, fidgeting with his hair, ”Yeah, I know, but like- I can't reall-“

”Do they know you're a person? Like, a person who needs to live?“

“Technically, I'm not, babe,” He laughs, “But I appreciate how protective you are anyway.“

He continued to talk with you for a while, about your day, his day, a weird guy he saw on the street, about how you can't keep threatening his boss because he's the president- until after only a few moments, his phone rang.

He sucked in a quick breath and accepted it, only speaking for a second. Then, he got up with a dramatic groan.

“That's my cue. I guess I'll see you later, K?”

But he wasn't about to get away that easy. You shot up, grabbing onto his tie and pulling closer so you could kiss his cheek quickly.

“For good luck,” You assure, and he grins.

“What are you guys laughing about?” Alfred asks as soon as he goes back to work, looking nervously at the group of co-workers pointing at him.

“Got something on your face, man!”

Instantly, he realizes what happened and hurriedly wipes it off. His face is red with embarrassment, but he can't deny the butterflies in his stomach.

Canada

No matter how long you've been together, Matthew never stopped trying to be the picture-perfect boyfriend. At least, that's what you thought as he chose to show up with roses when he came to pick you up. It might've been a fancy event, but you're sure no one else would be doing that kind of thing. But who were you this kind of attention?

“Uhm- good evening, Y/N,” He stutters out as you let him come in for a moment.

“Awww, you shouldn't have!“ You take the roses from him and set them aside.

”It- It's nothing, really-“

”Most men wouldn't even think of that anymore...“ You assure him. He looks sheepish now as if he hadn't expected you to like your gift.

”Then- then, um- they should learn how to t-treat their partners...“

How cute. You walk over to him and stand on your toes to kiss his cheek, to which he immediately stiffens and blushes.

“Thank you, Matthew.”

“Ye-Yeah, uh-huh- yeah- y-you're welcome,” He mumbles, looking down in embarrassment. The colour gracing his cheeks almost perfectly matches the mark your lipstick left behind. You begin to say something about it, but before you can, he frantically cuts you off.

“So- we should get g-going right? Right, time to go...” He blurts out, taking your hand and almost dragging you out to the car.

Finally, once you two arrived at the event, you gathered the courage to tell him.

While you two walked, arm in arm, up to the main entrance, you suddenly blurted out, ”You have lipstick on your cheek!“

Except by that time, more than a couple of people had seen him. causing him to instantly freeze up.

The colour drained from his face, and he weakly whimpered out, ”Um, c-could you- uh- g-get it?“

You immediately obliged, cleaning off his cheek. He was embarrassed, but it was still on his mind all night.

Greece

“But do you have to?”

“Yes.”

“But-”

“I’m not getting out of this one, ok?”

“But I don’t want you to go…” His protests were typical, but that didn’t make them any less annoying. Although, it’s hard to resist him when he’s clinging to you like a lost puppy and he smells like he just finished cooking.

“It’ll only be a few hours, ok?” You sigh, finally finishing your makeup.

All he can do now is whine softly, which makes you realize there may be only one way to stop his desperate clinginess. You turn around in his arms, take his pleading face in your hands, and press frenzied kisses all over it. Instantly, his eyes light up and his lips form a dopish smile, and you know you’re free.

“Is that better?” You ask, and he nods. But before you let go, you have to admire how silly he looks with your lips painted all over his face.

By the time you return home, it’s already dark. The house is quiet, and when you check the time, you realize he would’ve fallen asleep hours ago. But considering how exhausted you are already, it’s nothing but a relief.

When you enter your shared bedroom, your thoughts are confirmed. He’s already passed out, his broad body splayed haphazardly over your blankets. At first, you don’t think anything of it. But when you turn on the light to get ready for bed, you notice the red stains still sitting on his cheeks.

Somehow, throughout the entire rest of the day, he never looked in the mirror long enough to notice the lipstick covering his face. Or, maybe he did, and just decided that your tokens of affection could stay.

Japan

Kiku was never late. Not even when tired, sick, or at war, was he late to anything. So, the one day that he allowed himself to relax with you, was naturally the first day in centuries that he hadn’t been an hour early.

“It’s gonna be alright!” You call out from the bathroom while you do your makeup, and he doesn’t even waste the time to respond. Even from all the way across the house, you can hear him desperately throwing things together.

“It is not alright!”

“You’ll still be on time!” That doesn’t seem to convince him to calm down at all, as you can hear his panicked breaths growing louder as he makes his way over to the entry door.

“Wait, wait, hold on,” You insist, and he pauses for a moment. When you meet him at the door, he looks a mess. His hair was askew, his eyes wild with panic, and his tie nearly all the way to the side.

You sigh and begin tidying him up. He relaxes under your touch, you can tell even from under his layers of stoicism; although he can’t allow himself to bask in your attention for long.

“I must go-”

“I know, I know, just…” You pull him forward, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek. He blushes but doesn’t let that distract him. In a moment, he’s gone out the door.

After a frenzied drive into the city, he can finally breathe a sigh of relief. 10 minutes early… not great, but enough. He looks in the mirror one last time, making sure he looks his best before he finally steps out into the public when he notices it. The print of your lipstick, still on his cheek.

His touch lingers on it for a moment, his breathing stilling, before he rubs it off. You’ll just have to replace it later, he tells himself before he finally steps out of the car.

#not proofread at all #heta tag #hetalia imagines #hetalia x reader #ivan tag <3 #aph russia x reader #alfred tag #aph america x reader #hws america x reader #hws russia x reader #matthew tag #aph canada x reader #hws canada x reader #heracles tag #aph greece x reader #hws greece x reader #kiku tag #aph japan x reader #hws japan x reader

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milaisreading · 4 months

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Unexpected meeting during war times...

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open. Set during WW2, nothing serious is going on, just some light-hearted writing.

(C/n)-Country name

Hana is the shorter version of Hanatamago, which is Finalnd's dog in the manga.

🌍Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya🌏

"Hana? Why are you growling like that?" (Y/n) asked as she observed the white dog. Both her and Finland's dog were relaxing on a field that was a little bit further from the country's house.

'Maybe she misses Finland and is acting out? She never growled at anyone, let alone at thin air. The poor girl.' (Y/n) thought as she picked the white do up, hugging her tightly. Finland left Hanatamago in her care when the war started on Europe's mainland, citing that the dog would be safer with someone who was neutral, but also someone he trusted. (Y/n) will make sure to comfort her!

"Ahh~ it's alright, Hana. Finland will be back soon and you will be back at his home." She sighed sadly, but the dog didn't stop growling, instead she started struggling in her hold.

"Hana! What's wrong? You didn't act like this ever around me-" Before (Y/n) could finish her speech the dog got out of her hold and ran towards the opposite direction of her house, all the while barking.

"Hana!! Come back!!! The forest has big animals and birds of prey!!" The country yelled as she quickly got up and ran after the dog, already imagining the worst scenarios.

"Hana!"

It took (C/n) 20 minutes, but she eventually found the dog, still growling behind a bush. Sighing in relief, she silently ran towards the dog and picked her up. Hana looked startled for a moment, but her distressed mood switched into a cheerful one when she saw it was (Y/n). Before the country could ask anything, she heard two loud voices... two familiar, loud voices.

"You pasta loving imbecile! Look what you did! God knows where we are!"

"How is this my fault, England! I was in a completely different aircraft!"

Behind the bush (Y/n) watched in shock as England and Italy, an Allied force member, and a Axis powers member arguing with each other. In her forest... in a neutral place. Now, (Y/n) was no coward for the most part, but she panicked for a moment. She wasn't much of a fighter, and they were pretty powerful compared to her. Just now she realized why Hana was acting out.

"Uhmm.... what are you two doing here?" Against her better judgement, (Y/n) walked closer to the two, who stopped arguing and looked at the girl. Both were confused as to who she was, and she couldn't blame them. (Y/n) wasn't really social, and most of the time her boss only goes to meet other countries. So naturally they didn't know her, except for the Nordics, Belgium, Russia, and Netherlands, she never met anyone. The only reason she knew how Italy and England looked is because the other Nordics showed them to her on photos, or she would see them in newspapers.

"Who are you?" The green-eyed country asked suspiciously, letting go of Italy's collar.

"I never met you, but you are such a bella donna! Do you come here often?!" Italy was the complete opposite, he quickly ran up to and took her hand in his, surprising (Y/n) and agitating the dog even more.

"I-I... uhm..." She stuttered out in embarrassment.

"Will you stop making her uncomfortable." England sighed at Italy's antics.

"Where are we, miss? And what is your name."

The girl looked away from Italy, who was rambling about going on a pasta date, and looked at England.

"Ehm... I am the personification of (C/n), and right now you are on my territory. How did you even get here?" England blinked at her for a moment, then his eyes slowly widened as he registered her words.

'Crap! This is a neutral country we are om! Will she chase us with guns like Switzerland?! Or arrest us?!'

"Bella! I never saw you in my life before! Why don't you come to meetings more often?! You are so beautiful, it would make me more excited if I knew you were there as well!" Italy pouted as (Y/n) grew increasingly more nervous.

'Well, this is certainly something new.' England thought to himself as they sat in (Y/n)'s living room, both served tea and some baked goods as the country sat across from them. Hana, who neatly bit off Italy's finger, was sat on the floor next to her, eating.

'I hope my boss will do something soon. He probably heard by now that these two landed here.'

"This cake is really good! Did you make it?!" Italy suddenly broke the silence as (Y/n) looked at him.

"Oh! Yeah, it's a cake Denmark and Iceland like to eat, so I learned how to make it. I am surprised it didn't come out burned this time." (Y/n) laughed nervously while taking a sip from her tea.

"Now then, let's get to the point. Why didn't you arrest us?" England sudden question caused both Italy and her to look at him.

"Why would I arrest you two?" (Y/n) questioned.

"You are a neutral country in this war, it would be pretty normal for you to do that when two countries, that are at war, invade your territory." England explained as he drank some of the tea as well, surprised by how good it tasted.

'This is nearly as good as the one back at home!'

"Oh? Is that so? I am very unfamiliar with war and how that works, since I mostly keep to myself. I guess I should have asked Denmark, Norway, or Sweden for some advice." She mused for a moment as Hana jumped on her lap.

"But, I don't see the point in arresting you two for an accident, and you didn't cause me any damage." She answered right back as England looked at her stunned.

"You are so kind! The kindest country I ever met! Can we please stay in contact?!" Italy cheered as he walked to (Y/n)'s side and grabbed both her hands.

"I don't know if that's a good idea! Besides, I am fine with the friends I have so far." The girl answered back, growing flustered at his closeness. Growing annoyed with Italy, England walked over to him and tried to separate them.

"Let go of her! That's no way to treat a lady!"

"Please, I know how to treat you well!" Italy ignored the blonde, but before she could utter any protest while Hana kept on barking, her door was slammed open.

"What is going on?!" (Y/n) yelled as the two males looked equally startled.

"Dude, England?! Where are you?!"

"America..." England groaned in frustration as (Y/n) got her hands out of Italy's grip and hugged Hana tightly.

"Italy! You imbecile, where are you?!"

"Germany is here as well!" Italy said cheerfully.

"He just insulted you." (Y/n) said in disbelief.

"Aru~ you all are making too much noises! Russia, you said you know your way around here."

"Da, that's true, comrade. I am very well acquainted with (C/n)."

"You know Russia?" England asked as Italy looked at the girl in surprise.

"We have a history, you can say..." (Y/n) said back.

"Mon ami is full of surprises these days."

"Enough now, we need to find Italy-san and England-san before they get in trouble."

As the two countries made their way out of the living room, (Y/n) stayed rooted to the spot while Hana started growling again.

'Why are the Axis and Allies in my house now?!'

#hetalia #hetalia axis powers #hetalia allies #hetalia world stars #hetalia world series #hws england #hws italy #hetalia england #hetalia italy #hetalia x you #hetalia x reader

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hetalia-by-night · 4 months

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Welcome to Hetalia by Night!

Premise:

This is a Vampire the Masquerade AU for Hetalia, the above portraits are our main cast for this chronicle. Others will show their face as guest appearances should they come up in conversation, but we will mainly follow these guys; centered most often on Ludwig and Feliciano, being the most recent additions to the coterie. You have the opportunity to influence the story in subtle or major ways depending on the questions you ask, so don't be shy!

They don't bite...often...

Things to keep in mind:

Some parts of this story can be rather dark, so when triggering topics come up I will be sure to tag them, but if I miss anything or there's something I don't think to tag initially please let me know and I will correct it as soon as possible.

I am but one man who is currently going to college, so you may need to wait a little longer for replies. I will try to update as often as I can but please bear with me.

Feel free to ask anything about the characters or the overarching story, all I ask is that you keep things on topic and appropriate, I want to avoid overtly triggering and sensitive political topics.

Ask box is now open!

#hetalia by night #aph #hws #hetalia #hws england #hws france #hws germany #hws italy #hws america #hws russia #hetalia ask blog

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folightening · 3 months

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Force a divine blessing...

Hetalia - Engport "Calypso & Davy Jones" AU that isn't actually based off anything but vibes Warning for slight gore? It isn't graphic or much, warning just in case Arthur learns that when you force a blessing out of divinity, you get more than you were asking for.

Waterfalls that rose rather than fell surrounded the hidden palace. Plants the likes of which he had never seen on the surface covered the ground around the shining pathway, gently swaying as if underwater. Where all the light was coming from so far under both ground and sea, Arthur didn't know.

"Stay here and await my return."

The business he had in that palace would be best taken care of without his crew.

Arthur walked across the shining courtyard. The magic in the air tugged at his hair, swirled around his legs, and seeped into him. It was a friendly magic he didn't doubt could turn volatile in a heartbeat like the waters it came from.

Arthur pushed open the doors and strode into the glistening hall. Something was in the hall with him. Arthur could feel it's presence the moment he stepped in. Where it was hiding he wasn't certain. Or maybe it wasn't hiding at all; he was in it's domain, deep under the sea. A creature such as this could very well be in everything around him.

"I am Captain Arthur Kirkland. I come seeking a blessing."

Legend stated if you found the palace, the Lord of the Sea would grant you a blessing. Or you could force one out of it with the orb safely tucked in his pocket.

"I don't grant blessings to mortals so easily."

Of course not.

"I risked everything to find this place. I am not leaving until you give me the power I need to stop Carriedo."

"I care not for the petty squabbles between mortals."

That did not deter him.

"Carriedo dares call himself the Master of the Seas." With that so-called invincible armada. "It would be in your best interests as well."

"So that you might call yourself master of my waters instead?" A loud laugh echoed around. "You mortals are all the same. Power hungry, desperate to claim and control everything you touch. Yet you know pathetically little. I hold no concern over any human claiming to command me."

Arthur knew he had no argument. For all he boasted, Carriedo could never truly be master of the seas. This creature was the seas and had no master.

"What do you ask for payment?"

"Are you truly so desperate?"

"Determined."

There was silence and Arthur worried the creature had deemed their conversation finished. Then a roaring vortex of water and sea foam formed in front of him. Arthur stood his ground and waited. This was a test. Creatures such as this enjoyed testing mortals. He couldn't play his hand too soon.

Unexpectedly when the vortex died a man stood in its place. He was beautiful, but when these creatures took a human form it usually was.

Arthur held his ground as the man strode up to him, steeling himself for whatever test was about to be inflicted on him. Cool fingers gripped his chin and he met the man's gaze. Wild magic danced around and through him, Arthur saw the wild untamable sea in the man's eyes, and was nearly overcome with urge to tame him. Those eyes narrowed, continuing to stare into Arthur. Finally he released him with a sneer.

"I refuse to grant you anything. Leave."

The hard way then. Arthur sighed and reached into his pocket. Ancient magic was not something to be trifled with. He truly had hoped it wouldn't come to it but alas, some things needed doing.

"So be it."

Arthur dropped the orb, loudly proclaiming the creature's name - it's true name, the ancient address unknown to most - over the shattering crystal.

"You will grant me what I desire," Arthur commanded.

The scream was inhuman; the constant form shifting dizzying. Arthur kept his focus on the magic before him. Any lapse in focus could ruin everything. Translucent, rippling chains burst from the creature and pierced into Arthur. For a brief, glorious moment he felt tremendous power surge in him. The chains fell heavy into place before dissolving into more water on the floor.

In front of him the creature was slumped on the floor, gasping for breath. The human form almost dragged sympathy from Arthur, but he shoved it away.

"You refused to negotiate. But I now have what I came for."

The creature snarled and within moments Arthur was surrounded by water. Suspended, trapped, and not drowning. But no matter how he tried he couldn't make a sound.

"You come into my home... You dare..." He hissed, eyes glowing an unsettling green as he stood. "Fine then, have my power."

Arthur swallowed and tried to move, mounting terror and dread drowning him how the water should have been. He was angry; Arthur should have found something for protection. He should have anticipated this outcome. The orb's magic prevented the creature from killing him but that didn't mean it couldn't hurt him.

"I'll take something in return," he purred.

His fingers stroked Arthur's cheek: sharp nails leaving a tingling path over his jaw, down the side of his throat, and to his chest. Arthur's heart beat loud in his ears, his eyes widening.

"As you have bound my soul with yours, I claim what makes you human. My power and freedom for your humanity."

Arthur stared dumbfounded at the bloody beating heart in the creature's hand. Was that- His...

"You have no need of this. A fitting trade for one such as yourself."

Arthur dropped to the floor with a gasp. Intense pain he'd never felt before hit him all at once and he could do no more than stare at the ceiling. He could feel his chest fixing itself: bones painfully arranging themselves back to their proper location, muscle and skin stretching to return to normal.

Even so the pain overwhelmed him and as he lost consciousness he heard the creature address him again:

"Enjoy your command of the sea, Master."

#hetalia #engport #aph england #aph portugal #hws england #hws portugal #Arthur should've been careful with his wording now he's stuck with him #is blessing the word I'm looking for here? because I'm having second thoughts and searching was unhelpful #fol stuff

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0mega-x · 4 months

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I found myself listening to an 1870s war song called La Strasbourgeoise (which I found, funnily enough, through a Hetalia animatic a few years ago). The meaning manages to be so revanchist yet so anti-war at the same time... I need to share my thoughts here.

A little summary of the song:

We see a little girl asking her father why he is in a costume, to which he answers that he must go fight for the country and that he'll come back soon.

The family gets a medal, and the daughter asks her mother what it means. The mother answers that "they" (the Prussians) killed him and that they must cry because they hate "them".

Then, we see that same girl, on the streets of a snowy Strasbourg. A Prussian soldier sees her and gives her an alms, which she refuses. She tells the "enemy" that she is a child of France and won't extend her hand to the enemy.

She explains to the soldier how both her parents died. Her mother died while praying in a cathedral, it is implied that it was blown up by the Germans while the mother was inside. Her father died at war, as mentioned previously, and she hasn't seen his coffin, hence why she's apparently wearing mourning clothes.

She finishes by telling the soldier that while they got Alsace and Lorraine, "millions of foreigners" (she also mentions Germania and Bohemia??), but they will never get her heart, as it will stay French.

Being written right after the defeat of the Franco-Prussian war, obviously, the little Alsatian girl would side with the French. This song has a revanchist tone, it's also patriotic (I mean it's a war song-).

But yet, there's something so... anti-war about it? Obviously, we see a little girl losing basically everything: her family, and her country (which the family is attached to, right from the beginning of the song to the end). But we also see the way the war makes her behave. Her mind is like black and white, there's an attacker (Prussians) and the attacked (French), and even though the Prussian soldier we see is actually being generous to her, she just sees him as an enemy, nothing else. I don't know if the "vous" she uses when talking to him is a formal you used towards the soldier alone or a general you used towards the Prussians in general, but she blames him/them for her parent's deaths. Even towards the beginning, when she and her mother learn of her father's death, the mother emphasises the hatred for the Prussians ("Yes my child, they killed your father / Let's cry together because we hate them").

The daughter takes pride in standing up to the soldier by refusing the alms ("Keep your gold, I keep my power"), which could be bad for her as we don't know if she can feed herself seeing that her parents are dead. She'd rather risk dying than accept the help from "the enemy". He's an enemy, not a human trying to help her.

For some reason, I felt like crying when thinking about this song. She has been so caught up in the war against nations and has been so hurt by the war that she can't see humanity any more, the only thing she could hold on to, her country, is gone. She is helpless, and all of this is for a war that was basically about nationalities.

Sorry for the unorganised thoughts. I just woke up and thought about this song :')

I also can't find the hetalia animatic of this war song, sadly. I think it disappeared after youtube started demonetising and blocking comments on videos it deemed to be for children....

#mes blogs #hetalia #(technically)#alsace

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siren-serenity · 11 months

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travelling the world, hetalia style

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ☆ take a flight anywhere, everywhere! don't worry, the nation will be there to greet you soon; he's the perfect tour guide, rest assured. after all, he's watched this place thrive from the very beginning...

-all written by 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍-

note: the ones with (nsfw) are not suitable for minors! minors dni. however, those without any other labelling are safe for everyone :)

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓? note: i do not writes romantic/nsfw ships involve siblings in love, incest, yandere, etc. for example, i do not write USUK or FRUS because they raised alfred. (personally, i feel as if they are his role models when they were younger and it seems wrong for me to write romance or nsfw with them)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒, 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐘 ↳˳;; ❝ the ways i say "i love you"ᵕ̈೫˚∗ ↳˳;; ❝ for you, mon ange"ᵕ̈೫˚∗

"bonjour! you look beautiful today; may i gift you a rose or two?"

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐒, 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ↳˳;; ❝ the ways i say "i love you"ᵕ̈೫˚∗

"would you mind if i share this corner of the library with you?" an enchantingly sweet voice murmured and you whirled around to meet an elegant face that should be framed in a museum. your eyes locked onto emerald green irises that shone of mysterious secrets. you nodded and the gentleman carefully took a seat in front of you before winking. "that's a lovely book you have there."

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘, 𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 ↳˳;; ❝ _______________ᵕ̈೫˚∗

rapid footsteps echoing in the hall made you roll your eyes fondly. you braced yourself for the impact and a huff escaped your lips as somebody collided against you. his arms wrapped around you, muscles flexing against the signature bomber pilot jacket he always wore and a familiar, grinning face greeted your sight of vision. "hey babe! where are you going without your favorite hero?"

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇, 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒 ↳˳;; ❝ _______________ᵕ̈೫˚∗

"y-you're asking me for p-pancake recommendations? y-you can see me?"

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌, 𝐘𝐀𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 ↳˳;; ❝ thinking of you still (drabble)ᵕ̈೫˚∗

"aru! would you like to visit the 'hello kitty' store with me today? i heard they released a new hello kitty model and i need it so badly!!"

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 ��𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐍, 𝐊𝐈𝐊𝐔 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀 ↳˳;; ❝ _______________ᵕ̈೫˚∗

"konichiwa. wourd [would] you rike [like] a cup of green tea to start the morning?"

𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐀 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀, 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐒 ↳˳;; ❝ _______________ᵕ̈೫˚∗

"ve~ what a lovely day it is today-a! would you like-a to go sightseeing with-a me? and eat pasta!" he giggles and squeezes you tight. you only snuggle into the embrace, pressing a light kiss on his sensitive neck and nod. feliciano only grins and leads you away, babbling away with the brightest of auras coming from him.

#hetalia #hetalia x reader #hws france #hws china #francis bonnefoy x reader #yao wang x reader #aph france #aph china

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headingalaxys-spicy · 11 months

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Me wanting to be encouraging to some of y’all in my ask box :

YALL SURE SOME OF YOU DON’TWANT TO WRITE? I SWEAR YOU HAVE PASSION AND CAN DO THE THINGS. I BELIEVE IN YOU.

✨Alright back to answering them. ✨

#hetalia fandom #headingalaxys #headingalaxys speaks from the void #I know y’all can be good writers don’t you dare undersell yourself #the plot lines yall got can be some good stuff #hws #hetalia #ヘタリア #alright back to me trying to manage my asks #more answers coming soon #I’m sorry my brain runs around and can’t concentrate but it can

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tothemeadow · 1 year

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Commissioned by @ad-astra-hetalia

Rengoku Shinjuro x OC

Onsens are meant for relaxing, right? Why not make the most of it?

warnings: NSFW, daddy kink, age difference, size difference, light choking, semi-public sex, PWP, improper preparation and porn logic please for the love of god use lube

words: 1.5k

What Daddy wants; Daddy gets.

Well, that’s what Daniel tells himself, anyway. He likes to think that he can be suave and have his beloved wrapped around his little finger, but things aren’t… quite like that. Still, when it comes to Shinjuro, Daniel is more than willing to do anything the other says. Rather than act and comply like a sneaky vixen, Daniel is more of the shy, flustered bunny type.

Shinjuro doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he’s said numerous times that he likes a well-mannered, softly spoken person. His sons are enough to fill the roles of obnoxiousness personified (looking at you, Kyojuro), and he’s long lost his wife. And yes, Daniel will admit, being able to fill the hole left in Shinjuro’s heart was just a bit too much to handle.

As hard as the struggle was, Daniel soon found himself worming his way into the older man’s heart.

Even now, after all this time together, Daniel still finds himself blushing lightly when he steals a glimpse at Shinjuro. Although he isn’t his wife (which Daniel wouldn’t mind becoming, to be honest), their relationship is… unique. While Daniel is easily Kyojuro’s age – hell, he could pass for Shinjuro’s own son if you squint hard enough – there’s something delicious about being the focal point of such a refined, older man.

A finger jabs Daniel in the cheek. Shaking himself from his thoughts, Daniel stares, wide-eyed, at the one sitting next to him. Jeez, even whilst in his beloved one’s company, he still gets distracted by thoughts of him. Shinjuro quirks an eyebrow, seemingly amused by Daniel’s blank expression.

“You alright?” Shinjuro asks.

Daniel suppresses a shudder. Shinjuro’s voice carries a velvety rasp, deep and warm and perfect.

He glances around him, pulling his thoughts properly back to earth. Ah, yes – the onsen. Thankfully, it’s private, so they won’t get interrupted. The hotel they’re staying at offered them a token – a special commodity provided by Shinjuro’s work, especially since he’s the one who had to take the trip for a set of special meetings. Steam rises from the heated water, carries the scent of the perfume bars. It’s quite delightful, really, even if it’ll end up making Daniel’s fair skin flushed to the point of near discomfort.

“Yes, Daddy,” Daniel replies, voice meek. “I’m just getting lost in my thoughts, that’s all.”

Shinjuro hums and leans back against the rocks, the water rippling from the movement. Daniel watches as he grabs the bottle of wine (he notices this is the second one tonight) and pops it open with a practiced ease.

“Daddy,” Daniel whines, though his voice remains small. “You promised me that you weren’t going to drink much during this trip.”

Shinjuro merely shoots him a glance but says nothing. Instead, he opts to swing his head backward, bringing the bottle directly to his lips and taking a swig. Again, Daniel opens his mouth in complaint, but the quip dies on his tongue as Shinjuro’s abruptly slithers inside. Wine slips into his mouth, some of it spilling from the corners of his lips.

Daniel squeaks in surprise, his hands reaching up to clutch onto Shinjuro’s broad shoulders.

“You need to relax,” Shinjuro drawls when he pulls away.

Heat rises to Daniel’s face, and it’s not because of the steam coming from the water. He sputters on a weak excuse of a sentence.

Again, Shinjuro drinks from the wine bottle. His lips pop with an ah as he sets the bottle back down. His hand slinks back underneath the water, reaching out and grasping Daniel’s. Daniel jumps from the touch, his heart fluttering. Shinjuro’s hand is huge compared to his own, covered in callouses and radiating so much warmth.

A slight gasp passes through Daniel’s mouth as Shinjuro brings his hand to his lips. “Little Prince,” Shinjuro begins, “do I need to make you relax for you?”

The both of them know of what this looks like. While the world is gradually opening up more and more to the idea of two men being together, this isn’t what is expected. Shinjuro’s all too aware of what his coworkers say, how his arm candy is a young man, how it’s a shame that he didn’t remarry to another beautiful woman. How would they react to such a man calling his arm candy “Little Prince?”

“Your eyes are glazing over,” Shinjuro says, his tone rough. “Must I remind you that I don’t like it when you don’t pay close attention?”

Daniel swallows thickly. “I’m sorry, Daddy. It’s just…” He pauses, glances around. Although they’re alone at the current moment, the possibility of a hotel worker randomly showing up weighs heavily on his consciousness.

The hand holding onto Daniel’s lets go, instead moving to clutch onto his chin. “Words.”

A familiar warmth swirls in Daniel’s gut. “I don’t anybody to catch us,” he murmurs.

Shinjuro’s mouth twitches. “Not into exhibition, hmm? Not even for me?”

It’s not fair when Shinjuro plays like this. He knows all of Daniel’s weak points, how flustered he gets… “I never said that,” Daniel bites back. Although his face burns, he’ll be damned if he lets Shinjuro get away with the mindless teasing.

“Let us relax,” Shinjuro presses on, disregarding Daniel’s remark.

Now that Shinjuro’s practically leaning over Daniel, he feels smaller. Compared to Shinjuro, Daniel is tiny. He usually has to crane his head up to look Shinjuro properly in the eyes. But… but like this, he craves for the pathetic feeling, like he’s going to be crushed at any moment.

“I know that look.”

Again, Shinjuro hums. He descends, his tongue slipping into Daniel’s mouth. He’s met with no resistance; rather, Daniel gives a light moan, his smaller hands clutching onto the swell of Shinjuro’s chest. Fuck, Shinjuro’s so big – and in more ways than one. Wet noises soon fill the onsen, the water lapping against the rocks as Shinjuro rocks his hips against Daniel’s, his thick cock grinding against those milky thighs.

“Daddy, Daddy,” Daniel pleads. “Please…”

“Yeah, yeah,” Shinjuro drawls, his lips skimming down the side of Daniel’s neck. “Little Prince gets so impatient sometimes…” He quickly nips Daniel’s neck, earning himself a squeak. “Tell me what you want.”

Daniel sinks his teeth into his lower lip. His cock throbs, the precum beading at the tip and mixing into the water. It’s shameful how his hole clenches in anticipation, desperately wanting something to fill it up. A moan spills from his lips as Shinjuro kisses him; he can never deny Shinjuro’s tongue as it plunges inside, runs over the crooks of his teeth, flicks against the roof of his mouth.

Pleasured tears gather in his eyes as Shinjuro’s large hand grasps around his cock. It’s pathetically tiny compared to the size of Shinjuro’s palm, but it makes Daniel whine nonetheless. He feels so safe in Shinjuro’s arms, so helplessly small…

The hand around his cock pumps him steadily, the thumb digging into the slit and spreading the precum around the silky head. Another whorish moan breaks from Daniel’s chest as he pulls away, his palms pressed flush against Shinjuro’s pecs. He watches as Shinjuro continues to jerk him off, the other hand slipping underneath and pressing against his quivering hole.

“Daddy, please.”

“Don’t dare think about anything else,” Shinjuro grunts.

Daniel nods his head frantically; it kicks back as he gives another moan. Shinjuro’s fingers fill him so well, holy fuck. He keens as Shinjuro pumps his fingers in and out, the water slapping harder against the rocks from the power of his forearm. Daniel clings on desperately, a mantra of Daddy gracing the air.

Before long, Shinjuro’s cock replaces his fingers. Daniel falls speechless, his eyes rolling back. Shinjuro’s cock fills him even better than his fingers, the veins throbbing heartily against his velvety walls. All Daniel can do is shiver and cry, tears streaming down his face all the while.

With a tsk, Shinjuro lifts a hand, brings it to Daniel’s neck.

“Yes, yes, please! Daddy- nngh!”

Shinjuro’s fingers lightly close around Daniel’s neck. All it takes is a little pressure on the arteries, stop the blood a tiny bit. It never fails to make Daniel moan like a bitch in heat, his hole clenching down hard. His cock spasms, his spend plastering itself all over his skin.

Shinjuro curses, his hand letting up. He lets Daniel catch a breath before doing it again; this process repeats, his hips snapping into Daniel’s with a controlled force. The water spills over the edges of the onsen, the sound of whimpers and deep grunts filling the air. The closer to orgasm he gets, the faster Shinjuro’s hips move, his cock plowing deep inside Daniel. He chases after the edge with reckless abandon, his hand tightening around Daniel’s neck. Daniel cums again, his fluttering hole clutching onto Shinjuro’s cock with a merciless grip.

A string of curses and praises spills from Shinjuro’s lips as he slumps forward, his chin resting on the crown of Daniel’s head. “Fuck, Little Prince… You alright?”

Pulling away, he’s met with Daniel’s waggling tongue and hooded eyes. “Never better, Daddy,” he slurs. “Thank you for helping me relax.”

Shinjuro scoffs his amusement. His hand caresses the side of Daniel’s face. “Anything else?”

Daniel hums. “Can I… Can I have some more?”

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x oc #kimetsu no yaiba x oc #demon slayer x oc #rengoku shinjuro #shinjuro rengoku #kny shinjuro #kny smut #commission #ad-astra-hetalia

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temtamtom · 6 months

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How old is Seborga in human years to you?

I usually see him as 18? 19? It's hard for me to pick an exact age when it comes to Hetalia characters, I often work in "age ranges" sbfjeb

He's the oldest in the micronation group and he's definitely old enough to live in his own nation/home if he really wants to, but he's still got that teenager energy that contrasts with his ancient-ass brothers. Also, I say "live on his own" as if his brothers wouldn't call him almost every day asking him when he'll come back SVFJEB that boy isn't fully moving out any time soon

I think since I headcanon him to be born in the 60s, I don't want him any older than 19 for regular nationverse? If he was born in 954, I would put him at around 21-23.

#temmie thoughts #telegram for tem #hws seborga #also I got so excited when I saw his face pop up in the latest issue #[shoves the new micronations aside] THERE HE ISS

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fantasy-and-fairfolk-hetalia · 7 months

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Familial Ties

September 28 Prompt: Historical | Meeting the family

Pairing: Wales/Nyo Romano (Howell Bowen/Chiara Vargas)

@hetalia-rarepairweek

Howell looked at Chiara and smiled. The blond advisor comes from a family of entertainers, yet he's the only one that broke away from that to do something else. Now he's advisor to the royal family here in his home kingdom of Mavalon. Chiara, on the other hand, is a former pirate. She'd given that up when she had Howell's twins, Ciel and Sebastian. Howell and Chiara had gotten married not long after the boys were born. Green eyes of Chiara look up at her husband.

"Do you have any siblings?" She asked out of the blue after a moment of them staring at each other. Surprising how she never gotten to know his family or why they weren't at the wedding. Though, to be fair, they did kind of elope together, so that could be why. "Ah, yeah," Howell said. "I have quite a few siblings. And some cousins." "Sounds like you got a big family," Chiara said with a smirk. "Yeah, and my twin sister is coming to town," Howell said. "Then we have to see her," Chiara said.

What Chiara hadn't been expecting when she saw Howell's twin sister was to see a woman with the whole entertainer getup. As soon as the blonde woman spotted Howell, she rushed to him and hugged him. Howell smiled a bit and hugged her. Soon after, he introduced Chiara as his wife. As she learned, the blonde woman's name is Anwen and she's the younger of the twins. Green eyes of both Howell and Chiara look down when both felt hands tugging their outfits to see their children wanting attention. The two boys, both blond with green eyes, were picked up and held in their parents' arms.

"Why didn't you tell us of your family sooner?" Anwen asked. "Because," Howell said as he rocked the boy he's holding. "This is new to both of us. We wanted to wait for the right moment to tell both our families. Isn't that right, Ciel?" Ciel looked up at his dad and cooed, reaching up to try grabbing at Howell's hat.

#hws wales oc #hws Nyo Romano #rarepairweek2023 #fantasy au

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atom-writings · 7 months

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HAIII could you write the heta men of your choice with a gn s/o who acts like a cat?? (rubbing their head in their arm while cuddling, BITING (affectionate), knocking shit over to get attention, and most catlike of all LAYING ON/CUDDLING THEM RIGHT WHEN THEY NEED TO GET UP)

hetalia romano, prussia, canada, russia, england, and america with a catlike s/o

1.1k words ~ gender neutral headcanons

tw: a couple suggestive implications, but thats it!

a/n: people who let me do guys of my choice i am hopelessly in love with you. thank you.

Romano

Romano is such a cat boyfriend, so good luck with that. Absolutely nothing is getting down in your household, I guess.

He finds your catlike affection cute for a bit, but it's definitely not his favourite. He'll happily cuddle whenever you want, just don't bite him! it's weird...

But he'd love how you always lay on him when he needs to do something. He didn't want to do it anyway. Now he has an adorable excuse!

When you push things off counters, he just doesn't care. Sure, he'll give you attention, but only briefly. His house is a mess, a broken glass is nothing new. Plus, he does the exact thing to you all the time.

Basically, he's fine with it. Would prefer a more... mature S/O, but internally he knows he's just as bad as you when it comes to that. Maybe that's why you get along so well!

Prussia

Gilbert will never let anyone know this... but he's secretly a cat person. His massive dog army would make you think differently, but trust me on this (;

He'd just think you're SO cute! It doesn't even register to him that what you're doing is weird. He's just like, “Oh, you're headbutting me? I'll headbutt you back.”

His intense touch starved-ness makes your clingy and cuddly nature a perfect fit for what he wants.

Knocking stuff off counters would also work crazy well on him. As soon as you do that, he's running over and desperately cleaning everything up. You've got his full attention. First, he'll ask if you're ok, and then he'll get pissed. He promises to “punish” you later too...

(By “punishment,” he means he's gonna make you watch his terrible nerd shows.)

If you tried laying on him to get him to stay, he's just pushing you off. If he's in a particularly affectionate mood, he'll stay for a few more moments, but generally, you're just gonna end up on the floor. He's got stuff to do!

Canada

Matthew just... really doesn't know how to handle your affection. He hasn't had any romantic partners in a long time, so his only real reference for modern love is TV shows. And... they definitely don't act like cats in those. Are you weird, or is he?

He'll be super awkwardly accepting of it. Ok, you're curled up in his lap... so he pets your hair, right? When he wakes up to you laid flat over his body like a blanket, he just... doesn't know what to do. Where does he put his hand? Does he push you off?

Eventually, he'll get it. Then he's gonna go full cat owner mode. Constantly checking in with you, making sure you're always entertained, and cuddling you constantly.

He doesn't appreciate you breaking things to get his attention though... like, he's always willing to give it to you! No questions asked! You don't have to go to such drastic measures to get a hug.

If you flop on his lap when he's about to get up, he's just gonna accept his fate. You'll get no protests from him. Just... let him know when you're done, k?

Russia

Ivan doesn't even question anything you do. He just finds your cat-like behaviours super cute! It just makes him want to indulge you more.

Whenever you force him to continue cuddling, he just laughs and concedes. He's never had such a clingy S/O, and it makes him want to protect you even more.

However, this kind of thing does make him infantilize you even more. But on the bright side, expect him to buy you lots of cute clothes and build pillow forts for you two often (He might buy you a collar too ;)

He really doesn't mind you biting him. Once he knows you're alright with it, he'll probably bite you back! It's a weird point of pride for him to be covered in your little teeth marks.

Surprisingly, he also doesn't mind you breaking things to get his attention! He finds it... oddly romantic. Like, oh, you care about me enough to cause damage to things? Wow, you're so dedicated! (He has... problems.)

Basically, a S/O that acts like a cat would be great. He's such a dog boyfriend anyway.

England

Arthur doesn't see this as “acting like a cat” as much as he sees it as “immaturity.” Surprisingly, unlike how he feels normally about childish S/O, your behaviour could really grow on him. Of course, he'll always huff and sigh when you rub yourself against his arm anyway, but still!

He WILL get very annoyed by you sitting on his lap while he's busy though. Like, if he's just reading, whatever. But if you interrupt him when he's about to do something, he's just forcing you off his lap and walking away.

Also, do NOT break his glasses. Pissing him off like that will only make him ignore you more. Besides, if you wanted a super attentive partner, you really shouldn't go for Arthur anyway.

But despite all that, he really adores your habit of biting him. As long as it's not too painful, he does get a kick out of it, weirdly. When he bites you, it's always in a more... sensual way, but he adores how you do it so affectionately.

Basically, yeah, he thinks you're cute. But it's easy for you to get on his nerves if you act like that.

America

Alfred... doesn't really mind. But he thinks it's more entertaining than cute. He definitely realizes what you're doing early on in the relationship, and loves to tease you about it.

But... he also can't help the urge to take care of you because of it. He makes sure to always leave cute little snacks in your bag in case of emergency, and he NEVER misses a call from you. He gets a little paranoid about you getting taken advantage of because of how immature you can be.

You can bite him. He probably wouldn't even notice you did so.

However you show affection, he'll reciprocate. He's not much into the headbutting thing himself, he's a lot more uh... traditional? But he loves it when you do it!

He has to resist squeezing your cheeks every day that he wakes up next to you. It keeps getting harder.

You pushing stuff off every surface doesn't make him mad per se, but he definitely doesn't enjoy that habit. (Specifically, he would buy a bell that means you want attention. It's much cuter that way, and also you aren't breaking his things.)

In conclusion: it would be a very sweet relationship (:

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