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My secret santa gift for @petitebaguette. Sorry it took so long, but I hope you like it. I managed to use most prompts like wintertime, lavish lifestyle (shopping bags), height difference, Russia being afraid to hurt her (she holds his arm so he can’t accidentally hold her hand too tight).
“I am fast. To give you a reference point I am somewhere between a snake and a mongoose. …And a panther.” - Alfred F. Jones, probably
Based on this and inspired by this strip (and the US’s obsession with defense & national security). Alfred is Dwight K. Schrute combined with Fox Mulder and you can’t change my mind.
Day/Night out.
(I’ve seen many people headcanon that APH Russia was close to the Romanov kids, and since I’ve always had an interest in learning about them as well, I had to draw something! Idk how serious Hetalia is allowed to get but this topic feels pretty darn serious…)
The last Imperial children of Russia (left to right)
Grand Duchess MARIA Nikolaevna - third oldest. Maria was known for her big blue eyes, which her siblings lovingly dubbed “Marie’s saucers”. She had a sweet and simple outlook on life; what she most wanted was to marry a handsome soldier and have many children to raise in the countryside. She adored her father and as a young child, she would kiss a portrait of him often. She died at 19.
Grand Duchess OLGA Nikolaevna - oldest. Olga was bookish and, out of her siblings, perhaps the most aware of the political turmoil in Russia at the time. She had a tendency to be moody and at times had a rocky relationship with her mother, the tsarina. She had a passion for playing the piano. During the First World War, Olga, her younger sister Tatiana, and their mother volunteered as nurses for wounded Russian soldiers. The trauma of witnessing such atrocities took the heaviest toll on Olga, who entered a depressive state in the months before her death. She died at 22.
Tsarevich ALEXEI Nikolaevich - youngest and heir to the throne. Nowadays, Alexei is perhaps best known for his hemophilia, a genetic disease which causes uncontrollable bleeding and/or swelling at the slightest bump or scratch. During the early 20th century, a hemophilia diagnosis was practically a death sentence. In fact, this disease was instrumental in the final downfall of the Romanovs. Grigori Rasputin, an alleged mystic who claimed he could heal the boy, was hired by the tsar and tsarina to ease Alexei’s pain when his hemophilia flared up. It’s unknown exactly what he did, but Rasputin actually had some positive effect in alleviating the disease. Unfortunately, because Alexei’s hemophilia was a closely guarded secret in fear of exposing weakness in the imperial family, the Russian public only saw their royals associating with a drunk, dirty, immoral fraud for seemingly no reason. This only served to destroy the Romanovs’ reputation even more. Despite this, Alexei was a happy child. Once, his sister Olga caught him lying on his back in the grass and staring at the sky. When she asked what he was thinking about, he replied, “ Oh, so many things…I enjoy the sun and the beauty of summer as long as I can. Who knows whether one of these days I shall not be prevented from doing it?” He died at 13.
Grand Duchess TATIANA Nikolaevna - second oldest. Tatiana was said to be the most beautiful of her sisters. She was tall and slender, and she held herself with the grace and dignity befitting of the tsar’s daughter. Her siblings nicknamed her “The Governess”, as she frequently bossed them around and looked out for them. Tatiana was incredibly close with her mother and acted as an informal adviser when the tsarina made important decisions. She had a natural knack for leadership and was a dedicated and hard worker. She died at 20.
Grand Duchess ANASTASIA Nikolaevna - second youngest. It goes without saying that Anastasia is the most famous of her family, thanks to rumors that she had survived the assassination of the Romanovs. Sadly, these rumors were conclusively proven false in 2007, when DNA testing on two sets of human remains showed them to be the bodies of either Anastasia or Maria and Alexei, buried separately from the rest of the family. With this discovery, all seven royals were accounted for, making it impossible for anyone to have escaped. In life, Anastasia was a very lively, vivacious, and mischievous girl. She enjoyed playing pranks on others and had a talent for making people laugh. As such, Anastasia was nicknamed shvibzik, or imp, by her family. She also enjoyed photography and was said to be excellent at mimicry. She died at 17.
After the Tsar abdicated, the children and their parents were sent into exile. Eventually they ended up in the isolated town of Yekaterinburg, Siberia. They stayed there for several months under strict house arrest before their gruesome demise.
In the early morning hours of July 17th, 1918, the family was awoken and ordered to report to the basement under the guise of taking a “family photo”. Bolshevik guards then entered the basement and announced that they were to be executed. The guards immediately opened fire, but the children were inadvertently shielded from the bullets by the heirloom jewelry they had secretly sewn into their clothing to keep safe. The guards then resorted to bayoneting and stabbing the children to death or shooting directly into the head. It took well over ten minutes for all members of the family and a few loyal servants to be killed.
This tragic event took place exactly one hundred years ago from today. The Romanovs are remembered as passion bearers in the Russian Orthodox Church, or people who upheld their faith in the face of death.
One century later, a sad truth still stands: Children should not be punished for the crimes of their parents.
a @aphgenficexchange gift for @apoaeon. Left the pairing open, so it’s up to you.
monsters and legends/colours
Day 4: Bitten
Russia x fem Romano
@weekofhetalia gift for @kagamimocchi. There was a lot of room to come up with something between the prompt: Human AU and pairing: no major pairings.
Hope you like Russia/Monaco at the Casino.
sorry russia’s haircolour went wrong. coloured it by the wrong kind of light.
Hugs
Natalia had found herself a nice little corner to sit down, out of sight of most of the people at the usual after meeting party. Her bosses had told her to attend and interact more with others at these parties, even though they were well aware of her dislike of those unplanned events. She preferred to get the next plane or train back home and leave the others to waste their time.
Lost in thought about how she could have been reading through the documents she was holding in her hands instead of actually reading the contents of said papers, the blonde woman almost failed to notice the sudden presence next to her. Almost, and she was ready to make threats of any kind to chase away whomever disturbed her from her work.
She didn’t get any real chance to strike before her wrist was caught in a strong, firm grip that could have actually hurt her. Belarus knew that the moment she looked up and saw that the hand holding her arm belonged to her older brother.
“Natasha,” he started “I know you’re supposed to be talking to the others.” She stared up at him. “They wanted me to be here, so here I am.” Ivan shook his head and tried again to convince her. “You’re cannot hide here in this corner. Our sister is worried about you.”
Looking back at the crowd she simply admitted the truth to her beloved big brother. “I don’t want the be here and talk to them.”
Russia pulled her close against him into a nearly crushing hug. “I know, little sister.” Before letting her out of his tight grip while wrapping an arm gently around her shoulders and dragged her along to all the conversations he had with other nations that evening.
@hetafamilyweek for 2021
Hetalia Social Experiment
I just want to see what’ll happen. So all Hetalia fans, just reblog this and tag your top three favorite characters.
The dragon's knight
Were the princess is the dragon and does not need to be saved.
Were the knight isn't there to fight the dragon or to rescue the princess.
He will protect her, though.
She will set fire to anything that threatens him.
For the hetalia fantasy week @welovefrukmerunning.
Prompts haunted house & "What are you afraid of?" for @hetaween-event-2022
Once upon a time in a far, far away world, there was a large country and in that country there were many cities and many towns. Some big and many small ones. This story will be about one of those towns and in particular about one boy that lived in that town and about .
The town this boy lived in was a small town and all the people and children knew each other. So everyone knew the boy lived on the farm at the far edge of the town, were every year the snow would always linger the longest after winter turned to spring and the rest of their small town had already turned green. It made the boy’s family farm feel like it was from another realm altogether and its proximity to the large lake of which no one knew what was on the other side of.
The unknown was what made the local people afraid of the lake and that’s how the stories about it had started. How beings from lands of the other side would come to visit and stories about those visitors not being human. Those stories led to the people of the town telling stories about how the farm and even the family who inhabited it attracted these strangers towards their little community.
The condition of the only son of the family, the young boy was called Ivan, didn’t help with the gossip the people whispered when they thought no member of that little, isolated family wouldn’t be able to hear them. The boy, Ivan, had the strangest condition to his heart. It had started when he had been really young and it had worried one of his sisters. His other sister still very little at the time.
As for his parents, his father rarely showed any emotion and had so much work to do on the farm Ivan rarely saw the man even though they lived in the same house. Ivan didn’t have any recollection of his mother, but he liked to imagine that he remembered her voice and that the tune he would often hear hummed just before he fell asleep at night was what she sounded like.
Despite the all the stories and the harsh thumbing of his heart that was sometimes so strong the Ivan felt like his heart would break out of his chest and one a few accessions even the other boys of the town could hear it, they still played with him. They thought was strange, but they did not fear him.
Until the day it happened for the first time. Some of the children had been saying mean things about his family and Ivan loved his family. His heart had started beating harder and harder, louder and louder like he was used to it acting like that sometimes and suddenly the beating stopped. It felt odd that the beating stopped so suddenly, but he thought nothing of it until the other boys started screaming and pointed at him.
As Ivan looked down at the ground he saw a heart and while that scared him, it was the hollow feeling in his chest and as he raised his hands, the hole he could feel there that truly frightened him. As the children ran towards their homes, the boy scrambled to grab the beating heart on the ground and ran in the opposite direction towards the farm.
As he arrived there, he scared his sisters and his father, emotionless as always simple took the heart in his only son’s hands and shoved it back into his boy’s chest. After that, the man wrapped bandages around his son’s chest. Then he had to go finish the day’s work.
At least he has his sisters, who hugged him and accepted him even though his heart could fall out and be put back in like it was nothing.
Ivan didn’t leave the farm anymore and simply played with sofia and Natalya or helped their father while he worked the land around their farm or took care of their animals.
Eventually the boy who played on the farm grew into the teenager who worked on the farm. Even if he had less time now to spend with his sisters as their father grew older and couldn’t do as much work as he had been able to when his children were younger, he was grateful for any time they could spend together. Together they were happy.
The teenager who worked on the farm grew into the man who owned the farm. Ivan grew up to be a tall, strong man despite his heart suddenly falling out of his body sometimes and the his father came to pass. Or was it the other way around? The story is not clear on that one, but in either version the only son inherited the farm from his father. On his deathbed the man still seemed to lack emotion, but he told him to take care of his sisters and to protect his own heart. For the first time he spoke of his wife and how his son had always reminded him of her. How it was not as bad to meet someone from outside of their little town as the people said it was.
He wondered how he had reminded his father of the mother he didn’t know. Did he look like her or was it that he acted like she did, maybe both? Sofia told him he was gentle like she used to be. She always cared about him and he loved her for it.
Like his father before him, Ivan worked very hard and earned little for his effort on the farm but at the end of the day he was proud of the work he and his sisters had managed to do and was happy to simply have a meal with them and talk about anything they could think about. The work they had done that day, the work waiting for them the next day, how nice it would be to spend a day playing on the farm instead of working like they used to do as children or together they would imagine stories about the people on the other side of the lake. Unlike the scary stories the townspeople told, their stories were happy and hopeful.
Yet hope can only do so much. When difficult times came to the town, so did they come to their farm and no matter his hard work he could not make enough money to take care of the farm. He send sofia to the town to find work and when she came back saying there was no work, Ivan send her away from their family home to find work in another town.
She was angry at him and left without saying goodbye while Ivan and Natalya stood side by side and watched her until she was so far away the wasn’t visible to them any longer. Life continued, for two of the siblings it did so at the farm and for the other one it did in her new home. She managed to find work and send home money for the farm, but she would not send home letters.
It hurt him to do this and it hurt even more when it proved useless as the money his sister send still wasn’t enough. Ivan asked Natalya to go to the town and find work. The youngest sibling went on her way and Ivan stood by the farm as she left. When she returned, Ivan stood by their home awaiting her return and as she came closer he could see the fear in her eyes.
He hang his head low, knowing what he would have to ask her and she hang her head low, knowing what her brother was going to ask her. Ivan asked her to leave and Natalya begged him to let her stay with him. The brother denied the sister. As she told him she didn’t want to leave him all alone, he hugged her and begged her to write home. The sister promises to the brother.
Natalya found her way to another town than there sister, she wrote him. She had asked around and the people there didn’t know sofia. In her letter, she also let him know she found work and would send money to him soon. That she wished he didn’t feel too alone back at home, that she missed him and hope to go back to their farm soon.
Ivan loved the letters Natalya wrote him and she did write him often, but he was alone as she had feared. The children from town he ones played with had grown up like Ivan had, but they still feared him and the way his heart would escape him. The new children had all heard their stories and would not go near the old farm.
As the days went on without company, Ivan would walk by the lake more and more often. Staring at the land on the other side of it, so far away it couldn’t be seen except on the clearest of days. Imagining his own stories about what the people from there would be like in the same way he used to do with his sisters before he turned them away from their home. How emotionless he must seem to them and how he wished for warmed that even the fire in the fireplace couldn’t provide him in the absence of his siblings.
A moment of movement, a bright flare like a bonfire caught in the corner of his eye brought him out of the thoughts that made his heart beat so loud he had pressed his hands against his chest the push his heart back in the moment it left him. The man turned to see what had caused that light, but saw nothing no matter what direction he looked. With a sigh he went back to his home and forgot about the light.
The next day, he went to the lake and again that bright flare occurred while he was deep in thought and wishing to have his sisters by his side to alleviate his loneliness. Again, he saw it from the corner of his eye. Only this time it was much closer, still at a distance yet on his side of the shore. The light had moved across the lake. Frightened, the man ran home.
On the third day, Ivan refused to leave his house. No work was done on the farm that day. There was no flare on any shore that day, but a small flicker did occur.
The fourth day work on the farm was resumed, but the flare or flicker was left alone on the shore to wait as Ivan wanted to stay away from the lake.
Yet on the day after that, when his fear has subsided and his curiosity had grown, that Ivan had returned to the shore and this time he did see something after seeing the flare in the corner of his eye. When he turned, he noticed a young man.
“You left.” He accused.
Ivan ignored the accusation and looked at the other man. Somehow he looked bright like the flares he had seen. Hair the colour of the wheat on his land and the sunflowers he tried to grow and eyes as blue as the sky was on the days the shores on the other side of the lake could be seen.
He looked normal at first glance, but as Ivan looked long enough he noticed sparks and small flames forming around the body. This man so bright was made of fire. Somehow Ivan knew this and nods.
“I left.” He agrees. “Where are you from and why did you here?”
The blond simply points across the lake. “I want to see more than just the place I come from.”
Silence falls between them for while, but it’s comfortable. At least to Ivan, because the man of fire starts speaking again. “Don’t you want to see other places? If you leave you might find a friend, I know you long for company.”
It startles him and he almost runs away again, but his heart start beating loud and harsh again so he focuses on pushing his heart back before it can even get out.
“No, I send my sisters away from home and they wanted to stay and I can’t have friends, I only scare them away.”
It’s was the man of fire’s turn to be surprised.
“How can that be? You’re so tall it’s a little scary, but you seem nice enough.”
“I’m cursed. My hearts falls out of my chest when I feel too strongly. It scares people away.”
“That scares away people, it doesn’t scare away friends.”
“Then what would friends do?”
“They would catch your heart and return it to you, of course.” The man of fire smiles like the sun as he explains this to someone who never had a friend before. And as he looks at the taller man besides him he realizes he did just that. “Show me your home?”
Ivan takes the man of fire from across the lake to his farm and while they talk the sparks get bigger and brighter and warmer. His friend feels like the sun.
“Call me Alfred.” The sun says.
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They work together on the farm and things get better. So much better that the sunflowers have started to grow and Ivan writes his sisters to come home.
Natalya writes a long letter home immediately and will return soon as she can. Hoping to meet this friend that kept her brother company in her absence and that didn’t fear to hold his heart after it broke free from his body.
Sofia takes her time to send a note back and keeps it short. She met someone in her new hometown and will not return to his farm. She will continue to send money.
Ivan tells her there is no longer any need for that.
Even the people in town are kinder to Ivan, because they have taken a liking to Alfred who is charming and bright. He just needs to remember to keep his sparks and flames down because these townspeople are easily scared of things they do not understand.
Alfred adores Natalya and the quiet girl, young woman really, seems fond of this bright fire that walks around their home. Only the sun turns restless and wants shine his light on other things, places, people. He asks Ivan to travel the towns on this side of the lake, maybe come with him across the water.
Ivan hesitates.
Natalya tells him to go. She’ll take care of their farm that she missed so much while she was away. She’s happy she got to see other places and she wants that for her brother as well.
Ivan just has to promise her to return home.
Ivan and Alfred promise to come home to the farm.
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For huggiebird5017 for the rusame exchange @spaceracedates
Using the prompt Fantasy AU that kind of turned out like a fairytail with human!Ivan and fire being!Alfred.
Hetalia Social Experiment
I just want to see what’ll happen. So all Hetalia fans, just reblog this and tag your top three favorite characters.
Day 2 prompt comfort for @hetalia-rarepairweek 2023
Cold war yuri
More Hetalia Falls AU.
Alfred wears a trapper hat originally. This ensues with him and Ivan bickering over whether a trapper is different than an ushanka.
without glasses America is prettier(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)