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Nyo! Prussia Roleplay Starter
If you are interested in a roleplay, please feel free to like the post or DM me! Looking for: Italy, Southern Italy, Canada, 2p! Canada, Austria, Nyo! Hungary, England, America, Denmark, Spain, Scotland or France. Others may be considered and I am open for polyships. TW: Cancer, Death, Medical, Grieving
When Ludwig was diagnosed with Cancer, no one expected him to not make a full recovery. He was young, healthy, and in shape. The diagnosis was not an early one, but it should have been something he could come back from. It had not been too late, but second stage cancer. Even the doctors that they spoke with were sure that Ludwig would easily make a full recovery with very little issue and aggressive treatments. And yet…there Julchen sat at his freshly buried grave, left alone by the person that she cared for most.
She was there when he was diagnosed, when he started and at every treatment for chemo and radiation. She watched her brother as he changed from a strong, healthy young man to a thin, gaunt, shell of who he used to be. The change was gradual too. Coughing, nose bleeds, lack of energy at first, then one day he fully collapsed at work and was put on long term leave from his job. He was always tired, struggled to keep his food down, and he was not the person he once was all that time ago.
A little under three years into treatment and Ludwig had finally had enough of all the poking, prodding, and treatments. He had accepted that there was no saving him, that he was dying and there was nothing they could do but prolong his suffering further. He opted to stop the treatments much to Julchen’s dismay. The woman wanted her brother to continue fighting but was forced to accept that the gaunt individual was tired and he was ready to let go. He lasted another eight months, and she was there when he was put into hospice and finally, there when he took his last breath.
When his heart monitor was flatline, Julchen screamed and cried. She demanded for him to wake up, demanded for them to resuscitate her brother but he had signed a do not resuscitate order so they could not. Eventually the woman had to be pulled from her brother’s still warm body as he was removed so that his body could be properly readied for burial. When everyone left and the equipment was collected, the Prussian sat in her now empty home with a blank stare. She had spent the last three years caring for her brother, hand and foot. There were no friends, no social circle, no lines of support. Their parents died when he was a teen and she was twenty, leaving her to take care of him until he went off to college and started working. She had never truly known a life without the man in it.
Now that Julchen sat at his grave, the woman felt…empty. Her chest ached, but she could not feel the tears burning her cheeks. She could not feel the cold against her skin, the rain soaking her, nor anything else but the pain of his passing. The woman collapsed into the now muddied soil, quietly sobbing into the ground. There was no way Ludwig could be gone. He was so young and healthy. He was too good, why was it not her? It should have been her. He had far too much left to experience and do for him to be gone.
Who knew how long she had been there, laying on the grave site as she sobbed. She sobbed until there were no more tears, then she sobbed some more. She was absolutely soaked to the bone, cold, and mud. Julchen was unaware of anything going on behind her, the blind woman’s blank stare directed at her brother’s headstone, leaving her vulnerable and alone as no one else had come to his burial.
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anthliostasio · 3 months
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Also looking for robul RPs, specifically a Bulgaria for my Romania. I haven't done a hetalia RP in ages but I love my Romania. I'm open to most plots so just like this and I'll dm u
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wolly-dream · 6 months
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If someone would like to roleplay UKUS with my Alfred through Discord DMs, I'm open. If you ever read "Seize Him!" that was my fanfiction. I don't roleplay USUK in that order due to trauma-related reasons, but I can do switching if needed and my Alfred is still his overly-confident, dorky self with a firey spirit.
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auvorelius · 1 year
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asinus asinum fricat — handjobs for homies
independent ancient rome doomed by the narrative
approach at your own peril | rules | ask | mun 
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yeehawhan · 1 year
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y'all i have this really good cartel boss!twink!America but I cant post it for some reason, if anyone's looking for some rusame roleplay that's like, a 4-5 paragraph starter hmu :)
i also still have an Olympic Figure Skater!Finland starter too, about the same length if anyone's looking for some sufin
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br34dr10t · 1 year
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(Open roleplay post! Looking for someone to rp with Nyo! Italy. My ship list pinned to the main post on my blog. Please DM to continue and for any other questions, suggestions, or ideas.
If you are under 18, DNI Please! Thanks!)
The smell of the city made Alice’s nose scrunch as her heels clicked down the sidewalk, heading towards a large hotel ahead of her. Her grandfather had fallen ill and her sister was busy, so the Italian had taken to help her grandfather by attending a business meeting for him with another company. She had met the owner of the other company before since the older man was a friend of his.
Alice preferred cute but more casual attire back at home in her flower shop. However, today called for something dressier and so she met the occasion with neutral makeup and a nice business styled dress. Her long, curly hair was pulled up into a high ponytail with her bangs left out. Her big, honey colored eyes glanced around the lobby of the busy hotel while she walked to the desk. It was fancier than anything she had been into in a while. It was pretty nice though. That was something that the woman could appreciate.
Once she got to the desk and checked in, the next stop was to her room to put her stuff away and touch up before the meeting was to start in a room on the main floor. Alice still had some time to kill, but not enough to really go out venturing. Just enough to get settled and ready.
The hour between her arrival and the meeting came and went pretty quickly and soon, Alice found herself sitting in the meeting room with several other business men and her grandfather’s friend. His son was also in attendance. It had been sometime since they’d seen each other last and he had grown quite a bit since then. It was…nice to see him again. She gave a smile and wave as the meeting started.
The meeting passed slowly, though it went well. With everything settled for the time being, Alice decided to get some food and maybe do some shopping once she was changed and a little more comfortable. She stepped out and into the elevator and as the door began to close, she could see her grandfather’s friend and his son walking towards the elevator. She put her hand in as well as hitting the open door button so that the pair could get in and not have to wait for it to come back down.
“What floor are you two going to?” Alice asked as she looked up at the taller gentlemen, honey brown eyes watching the two men as she waited for a response so she could hit the button.
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puchixtomatoxparade · 2 years
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Hetalia Roleplay Server!
Multi-AU Hetalia Server
Hello hello!
We are a Hetalia roleplay server looking for new members and friends! We  offer Canon and multiple AUs for people to flex their creativity and come up with interesting plots with each other. The members are all welcoming of new people; we get excited when new people join and are interested in RP as much as we are. Here are a few things we ask of from people who are willing to join our craziness, though:
-We are a 16+ Server and we expect members to act MATURE. Keep drama out this server, please.
-We ask each person type at least 100 words per roleplay post. That’s about a paragraph and a half.
If you are interested, come check us out :3 Once you read the rules and do as we ask of, we will allow access into the server!
Some characters currently on the highly requested list are: Indonesia Macau Moldova Portugal Russia Sealand Thailand Turkey Ukraine Vietnam Nyo!Germany Nyo!South Italy 2P!Canada 2P!Finland 2P!Luxembourg 2P!Sealand Turkey 2P!Nyo!Russia 2P!Nyo!Spain  But there are many more open besides them! Come check us out <3
https://discord.gg/baaJrwC4kR
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kcnstzinnig · 2 years
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“ If you’re not DUTCH -- you’re not MUCH ”
| |  Indie. Priv. Canon div.  | |  NETHERLANDS ROLEPLAY | |  Loved by Breadie 
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Someone rp hetalia with me p l e a s e
I'll do almost any ship except for ameripan and usuk (have too many usuk ones)
My main muse is America but I also write Prussia, Canada, England. Can more than likely write others.
I only do mxm. For ocs it really depends.
Also gotta to be 18+ since I only rp with adults cause i like to do dark themes and like nsfw stuff. Minors will get that block button.
Just add me on discord: presidentaleena
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hws-lceland · 1 month
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Some bozo (@spacerace-blues) got me into these idiots
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gilbert-beilschmidt18 · 4 months
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Kids these days aren’t scared into behaving like they used to. At least Krampus isn’t dead. Dress as Krampus and scare the shit out of your shitty kids
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Nyo! Prussia Roleplay Starter
If you are looking to roleplay with me, please feel free to like this post or DM me!
Looking for: Italy, Southern Italy, Canada, 2p! Canada, Austria, Nyo! Hungary, England, America, Denmark, Spain, Scotland or France. Others may be considered and I am open for polyships.
TW: Car Accident, Motorcycle Accident, Hospital, Loss of Limbs Also: There are no graphic descriptions of injuries involved here. I'm not a huge fan of them, so I try to keep it out of my writing.
Julchen could not remember what happened to her. She could not remember the wreck that caused her to lose her favorite motorcycle, the airlift to the hospital, why she was missing her leg from below the knee or her arm below the shoulder. The whole ordeal was a blur to the Prussian as she sat in the room in the rehabilitation facility in preparation to go to her next therapy appointment. When the accident occurred, the Prussian did not have any family or friends to speak of really. Her father disowned the woman ages ago and she had not seen or heard from either him or her brother since. This meant the first place to report her missing was her job, followed by her becoming a ward of the state due to the fact that she really had no one. Thankfully for her, a coworker who had watched her dog prior to the accident knew where her spare key was and was kind enough to take and hold her dog for her. The landlord was left a note taped to the front door and her rent came out of her account monthly so that was not an issue.  Some of her other bills and things would be a bigger issue, though she dealt with it one at a time as she could. For the time being, Jul was stuck in the facility to her dismay. She managed to pay for decent prosthetics between her savings and the kindness of her coworkers. Her arm was an older bionic model which would be helpful as she relearned to write and do other tasks with it. Her leg was a newer, basic model that came with a foot attachment for the time being. The woman would have to relearn to walk before anything else and thankfully, it was going well. She now needed to get the hang of running to really get the ball moving for her chance to go home. Today was no exception for her practice of walking as well as using her cane for her other, newly gained disability. Julchen was no stranger to struggles with vision. She had pretty much had vision problems since she was a child and though this did not change with the accident, it only got worse. Being albino meant that she was predisposed to having mild eye issues and she was about the same as most people, however the accident caused one of her eyes to struggle to take in more than blurry shapes. With glasses, the other eye could sort of make out some stuff, though it was not great. Since she was legally blind now, it meant that Jul would no longer be able to do the work she loved to do and she would have to find a new lease on life. For now, the Prussian moved herself from the bed and started her daily limp across the complex and to her appointment. The walk was nice, if not a bit chilly with the weather changing from summer to fall. The physical therapist she was working with was a little rough around the edges, though he was pretty cute so she forgave that. It was also fun to turn his face as red as she could per session. The Prussian pushed the door open, entering the facility and gave a slanted grin in what she hoped was the direction of the man. Her eyes were filled with determination and a little excitement as she stood there, crossing her arms. “You ready to watch me get it right today?
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latvianpoet · 29 days
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I drew these when I was at the cafe today! What do you guys think? :)
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ask-cucan · 2 months
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Hi and Hola! 🇨🇺❤️🇨🇦
This is a brand-new ask and RP blog focused on the adorable, criminally underrated pairing between Cuba (Carlos Machado) and Canada (Matthew Williams) from Hetalia. Vaguely human AU.
Ask either or both of us anything at all! Interactions in character are appreciated. Follow us for headcanons, ficlets, ask games and more!
Mature content is welcome and will be tagged accordingly, so please be 18+ to interact. Please no ship hate, racism, or bigotry of any kind. I'd prefer to avoid discussion of real-world modern day politics here.
(Admin note: Answers will be text based, not an art blog - sorry. I'll learn to draw one day! Also I'm aware the header is off-center and the color scheme isn't perfect, this blog is an aesthetic work in progress! Icon is from the official strip, images in header from @transparentalia)
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grapeautumn · 8 months
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Looking for a Hetalia RP server?
Hello! I moderate Hetalia - The World RP, a 16+ public roleplay server and we are looking for new people to join us :D
‧₊˚꒰ 🌍┊ Who are we?・୨୧ ☀️・ We are an inclusive nationverse server with a friendly member base! Hetalia - The World RP has been around for over two years and features an organised system for roleplaying with various text channels (e.g. chatrooms, group-chats and DMs) for characters to talk, along with literate channels to carry out literate, semi-literate, and script roleplay.
‧₊˚꒰ 🌍┊ What characters are available?・୨୧ ☀️・ We allow a vast amount of nations (1P, 2P, Nyos), as well as OC nations, micronations, cities, states, and more! We have quite a few characters free, including an opt-in system that allows characters to be dropped for new members who want to roleplay their favourites. 
Some of these available slots include: America, Germany, Lithuania, Czechia, Hungary, Belarus, Denmark, and Norway
‧₊˚꒰ 🌍┊ What else can we offer?・୨୧ ☀️・ Our server also offers a huge selection of stickers, emoji, and channels for OOC chatting! You do NOT need to RP to stay in the server, you’re also free to just hang out and chat about Hetalia. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me! https://discord.gg/hetaliarp
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yeehawhan · 1 year
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trans!Ivan Braginsky
so this was supposed to be ivan as a real bougie bitch but like, it turned into something kinda angsty so a tw: transphobia is being thrown in right here. I tried to shy away from going into detail but as a nonbinary person who doesn't feel safe coming out it was kind of cathartic for me to write this. so, enjoy, and bring me the dilfs
All his life, Ivan had been told leaving Russia wouldn’t be worth it.
“Anya, what do they have there that we don’t? Your whole life is here, your family is here, there is nothing for you in the West.”
Only so much could be expected from living in such a closed-minded area, he supposed. People like him weren’t well received, which is why he refused to come out to anyone other than his sisters. Natalya didn’t really seem to care, never really continuing conversations about it but her reactions were never negative. Irunya was much more receptive, helping him out by keeping things like binders and more masculine clothing for him in her bedroom. She knew their parents were much less likely to go through her bedroom, being that she was nineteen. Their mother hardly ever went into her bedroom without permission, and their father wasn’t home often enough to even have the chance to. Irunya had a much longer leash than her two younger siblings, considering that Ivan was seventeen, and Natalya was fourteen. She was more than happy to help her brother, between her and their mother she had always been the more maternal one to him anyways. Their family life was very… Traditional. Natalya got the most attention and affection being the youngest child, and Ivan got the least. He’d always wanted a better relationship with his parents, his mother especially, but as he grew older, and discovered himself more, he became less feminine. His mother pushed him away, they needed to keep up an ‘image’ to those around them, his parents had always had a complex around being better than those around them. So when Ivan didn’t fit this mold anymore, he was pushed out of the picture as much as possible, and she showed how little he mattered to his parents. By both physical and psychological means. Because of this, he decided to just stay hidden away in his room, planning his move to America. He was only a few months from his eighteenth birthday, all he needed to do was make it through the holidays, to his birthday, then he would be gone. He had an apartment lined up in New York, a plane ticket stashed away, and enough money in his account to get him through a few months. Everything was ready to go, just two more months until he was ready to leave.
And then he had the rug pulled out from under him.
Ivan had gone out to see a movie with his sisters and a couple of friends, and in his excitement and rushing around to get ready he hadn’t realized he left a binder out on his bed. His mother decided that, since Natalya and Ivan were coming up on finals week soon, she would get some of their laundry done for them. Just something little to ease their workload, and allow them more time to study after they got home from their afternoon out. She stumbled onto the binder when she entered Ivan’s bedroom, setting her basket of dirty clothing down so she could look at it. At first, she thought it was a sports bra, but the closer she looked the more she realized she didn’t really know what it was. As a seamstress, though, she was quite interested in finding out whatever she could about it. She found the tag on the inside, sitting down at Ivan’s computer desk to look up the brand listed on it. Once she reached the webpage, she was horrified. It was very obviously a site designed by other folks in the trans community, but despite this, it didn’t really click for her what the binder meant, or who it belonged to. Her ‘girls’ all shared clothing, so regardless of whose room things were found in she wouldn’t know whose they were. As she was looking through this website, however, a message popped up in the bottom corner of Ivan’s monitor. She clicked on it, and in doing so it opened an app where all his friends had been talking to him, to her it just looked like a giant group chat that included him and his sisters. Well, she assumed all three of them were in it. Who was Irunya referring to Ivan, as her brother? She didn’t have a brother, and only a few moments later did she realize what that meant. Anya was claiming to be Ivan, claiming to be a boy? This was all so much for her to handle, and to say she didn’t take it well was an understatement. By the time Ivan and his sisters came home from their afternoon out, Ivan’s things were all laying out in the driveway outside, his computer laying broken on the pavement. He could hardly remember what happened after realizing what was going on; that his mother knew and that he was being kicked out. Everything happened in a blur, their friends helping to get his things packed into Irunya’s car while she attempted to calm Ivan down as he had melted into tears, begging for his mother to listen. He would try to explain, to cover himself. It wasn’t time yet, his apartment wasn’t ready and wouldn’t be ready for another two months. He just needed a little more time. He wouldn’t get more time, though. Natalya ended up hurting him the worst that day. She didn’t say a single word to her brother, simply gave him a disapproving look before turning her mother towards the house, comforting her instead. This left their little group to pack Irunya’s car, though it didn’t take long as Ivan really only had enough things to fill her trunk and some of her backseat. He had enough clothes to get him by, his slightly broken computer, a box of photos, and a small bin of miscellaneous other things. It wasn’t like he needed to go without, being the least favorite meant that he often went without. Apparently, that didn’t matter anymore, he could only hope he’d end up in a position where he could provide for himself instead. The siblings sat in silence for a while before Ivan decided he would just get his ticket exchanged, he’d fly to the US now and just stay in a motel or something until his unit would be ready, or maybe if he talked to his landlord they could get him set up in a different one. He’d just have to figure something out, he wasn’t left with much of a choice now.
The rest of the day was a fuzzy memory by now. Irunya helped him get everything packed away into boxes, and checked in at the airport before the two shared a teary goodbye. Ivan was scared, but at the same time excitement was building at the back of his mind. He’d wanted this for so long, and while this wasn’t the way he wanted it to happen he was smarter than to look a gift horse in the mouth. He was going to be free, free to be himself and be happy, and he’d finally be safe in doing so. This would be good for him. Scary, for a while, but good for him.
He’d been in America for almost six months now. His first two months had been spent in a motel, but once he’d shared his situation the owner cut him a deal so he wasn’t paying quite as much for the entire two months. Getting into his apartment was easy, time-consuming but easy. He thrifted as much furniture as he could, only having to buy a handful of things used. He was proud of the little collection he’d built, his apartment was still pretty bare but he had time to work on it. Luckily he wasn’t completely alone, a friend of his from online lived a few floors above him and had helped him move in, even though he probably could’ve done it all by himself it was nice to have the company. He’d also mentioned a website that he used, something about older people paying him for different things. Pictures, chats, phone calls, or dates even if he felt comfortable enough. That sounded… nice, in all honesty. He wasn’t having any luck finding work, considering he didn’t have citizenship yet which definitely made it a lot harder to find safe work. So the two of them took some nice pictures of him, with his new, shorter haircut, sitting on his bed in a pair grey boxers, a matching binder, with the trans flag draped across his shoulders. He’s made a profile with the nice photos they’d just taken, as well as a few selfies he’d taken around New York as he’d ventured around in his short time in the city. He filled out his bio, some simple information about him like his physical attributes, his interests, and his backstory. Waiting to see if anyone responded to his profile was rather exciting, and to calm his mind he decided to start playing a game with some friends, though he still checked his inbox on his phone every ten minutes or so. A bit too hopeful? Maybe. But even just seeing some of the profiles? These guys were attractive, which definitely didn’t help him keep his excitement down.
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