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I request that more Hetalians draw more fanarts of characters with historically accurate hairstyles and stuff. Including facial hair.
Also tag me in them. I wanna see!!
Hetalia's 18th anniversary has been spotted trending on Japanese Twitter this morning!!
Source link: https://twitter.com/indoorAPH/status/1809459518407078063
explaining characters in hetalia badly: family member archtype edition
an incomplete list for funsies
just imagine they're all at a big family reunion lol
Germany: The closeted cousin who still hasn't figured it out.
Prussia: The cool older cousin who's jacked up on the remnants of the energy drinks he chugged during finals week trying to study for his med school exams. Probably specialized in kids medicine, but he's too jittery to confirm.
Italy V: The cousin who's a cousin because someone married someone a couple months ago and has no idea about all the ettiquette rules ye and what not to discuss in front of Great Aunt Sarah.
China: Great Aunt Sarah
Italy R: The cousin who's just hit his highschool years, and has decided MHA and Valorant is his whole personality.
England: The one manning the grill.
France: The one actually manning the grill.
America: The guy who's young enough to be your older brother but old enough that he's a dad. Don't worry, he's cool- he won't make you babysit, but he's gonna show up with those kids in biker jackets and they'll do a fun dance to entertain everyone halfway through dinner.
Russia: The uncle that apparently is a war vet. Definitely saw things he shouldn't have seen and you don't leave your kids with him. Tells the wildest stories over dinner though.
Canada: The cousin who you forget exists because he's actually normal. Actuality has probably spiked something.
Japan: The one hiding in a room playing video games. He might share if you ask nicely.
Lithuania: Someone's spouse. Not sure whose, but he made a nice caserole.
Sweden: That one distant relative who you almost forgot to invite.
Finland: The guy who showed up and you're not sure where he came from, but he's kinda fun so no one questions it.
Norway: The one who was forced to tag along with the rest of the family.
Iceland: The one who pretends he doesn't want to be there but he'd show up even if he wasn't invited because the food is kinda good.
Denmark: The one bringing the alcohol and manning the bar you didn't kow you had.
Latvia: The one trying to sneak underage drinks.
Estonia: The one pretending to be a normal person with his "honor student" and "full ride scholarship next year" but is secretly helping Latvia sneak a drink.
Spain: The uncle who's been married ten times.
Switzerland: The one who only showed up because he was begged to. Either ends up in the corner watching the game or in the middle of the table retelling some grand tale.
Liechtenstein: The one bringing all the delicious deserts and a fruit tray and forced Switzerland to socialize.
Austria: The one insisting on putting on the radio the moment the "go ahead" for the food is said. Might have even called up everyone to remind them to bring their instruments.
Hungary: The one who gets everyone dancing the moment Austria whips out the fiddle tunes.
Seychelles: The one who innocently suggested a board game after the dance-off winds down.
Hong Kong: The cousin who sticks around long enough to say hello to the aunts and uncles and grandparents and get some food before hiding in the room with Japan.
Belarus: The cousin who's a movie-cutter highschool "popular girl" and spends the whole time on her phone texting her boyfriend.
Ukraine: The aunt that break up the board game fights and bans it from future events.
Luxenberg: You don't know what he does for a living, but he brings cool stuff for everyone.
Netherlands: The globetrotting uncle who you're pretty sure knows everyone and everything.
Belgium: The cool aunt who's single and living life.
Phillipines and Thailand: The fresh-out-of-collegers cousin who keeps taking photos of everything.
Malaysia: The fresh-out-of-colleger cousin also taking photos but only aesthetic ones.
Taiwan: The aunt that starts making smoothies unprompted.
Monaco: The cousin who brings a book to read in the corenr.
Cameron: The uncle you don't want to get into an argument about sports with. Switzerland does not head this warning.
Greece: The uncle who drove all day and night to get here with a full car, and is now knocked out on the couch.
Turkey: The funny wine grandpa.
Cyprus: The college dropout who now works at a seven-eleven.
Egypt: The cousin who's studying history and is pretty average except you have photographic evidence that he sat next to a pond and talked to ducks for half an hour and was very serious about it.
I've been thinking about the Pirate AU of Hetalia. the fanarts, the fanfics, the selection of which characters would be which role, etc.
If Hetalians wrote Pirate! Nordics fanfics and drew lots fanarts because of that 1 Hetaween year, then they can totally do the same with Pirate! Seychelles. She dressed up as Captain Hook for Halloween 1 year.
Missed opportunity, guys!
Same sentiment can be made with any other country outside of Europe. like China. THere are plenty of Chinese pirates. There was even a famous WOMAN pirate leader! Zheng Yi Sao! Just do a bit of history research, and make adjustments in your writings if necessary.
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I love my friends, my family, all the nice people in my country, the stars, and animals!
And Leon
Some art that I posted on my IG! Please check out my IG that goes by the same name this tumblr has!
HE’S SO PRETTY!! EVERYONE, GIVE THIS ASSHOLE THE LOVE HE DESERVES!
Gerita in Scott Pilgrim Style
school au
Og
I haven’t posted in ages good lord
I’m mostly active on TikTok if you want to see more art and edits :3
old sketches of hk (top) and guangdong (bottom) because apparently not even my chineseness is secure enough to not be othered from me when i don't follow how outsiders think we should act )-)o
iran once laid a historical claim on bahrain, because the region had been a part of persian empires
Girls' dinner!
The maghreb getting together for a special occasion! Algeria, Morocco and Tunisia got kicked out of the AFCON so for now they're chilling
Have from left to right: Morocco in a djellaba Algeria in a Frimla + Gandoura
Tunisia in a Jebba + Framla
Libya wearing a Rda
Hetalia: Spain and Portugal
Ricordami Lullaby
I wrote this recently, I hope you all like it. Also the song is from Coco.
It’s not unusual for Feliciano to have nightmares or for his dreams to be just memories he’d rather forget. Lovino knew from the moment Feli stepped foot into his room, in the middle of the night, with silent tears streaming down his face and a downcast look, that the dreams that plagued his fratello this night were memories. He also knew from the way he was fidgeting that those memories were about Holy Rome. Lovino sighed and moved over allowing Feliciano to enter his room and curl up next to him on the bed. When the tears flowed for more then an hour, he knew he had to do more.
“Feli do want want to talk about.” He shook his head so hard that Lovino swore his brains would fly out of his ears.
“Idiota! You’ll make your depressed hangover even worse in the morning if you keep that up!” Poor Feliciano started to tremble and whimper.
I’m the idiota for raising my voice when he’s in this state. Lovino rolled his eyes at himself.
He needed to come up with solution for this problem as quickly as possible, as they needed to be up and out of the house early. He searched through his memories until something finally clicked and he hoped that it might help. He gently started carding his fingers through his fratello’s hair being mindful of the curl. Finally Feliciano started to calm, but the tears continued.
Lovino took a breath and sighed knowing what he had to say.
“Feli do you remember when we were young before that tomato bastard and the jerky ascot guy separated us?” Lovino spat out, then Feli whimpered. He realized his tone had become bitter and irritated. Realizing this he took a moment, sighed and calmed his voice once more.
“Remember when we were bambino’s and we lived with Grandpa Rome?”
Lovino held his breath for a moment hoping Feli would respond. His fratello made the slightest movement of his head. Lovino would not have known if he wasn’t playing with Feli’s hair. He decided to take that as a nod.
“Grandpa Rome would tuck us in every night and sing us a song.” Lovino reminisced. “And if we woke with nightmares he’d rush into comfort us and sing to us until we fell back asleep? I remember waking up a few times and he’d still be holding you and sitting in that rocking chair he made for us.” Lovino prays that these memories will combat the harsh ones going through Feli’s mind and not make it worse. Losing Grandpa Rome was incredibly difficult for Feli in particular. Lovino always had a stiff upper lip so he could protect Feli when possible. He always waited until he was alone to have any kind of breakdown.
Feli glanced up at him with his bloodshot eyes and tear stained face. And softly nodded again.
“Do you remember how it goes?” Feli’s eyes widened a bit, but he still said nothing and proceeded to cast his gaze downward once more.
“I think maybe it started like this.” Knowing full well what the lyrics were. He could never forget. They’re tattooed on his heart. Lovino took a deep breath and started to sing.
Ripensa a me
Non dimenticarlo mai
Lovino already felt Feli’s tremors start to dissipate. One lyric in and Feli was already starting to calm.
Ricordami
Dovunque tu sarai
Feli’s breathing is starting to even out. Lovino hears him sniffle a little bit and then sigh. If Lovino is being honest with himself, this making him emotional as well. He missed Grandpa Rome deeply.
Lo sai che devi fare se
Non sono insieme a te
Ascolta la canzone e tu
Sarai vicino a me
Lovino hears the crack in his own voice. He wonders if Grandpa Rome would be proud of him, for caring for his fratello. He will never know the answer for sure, but he hopes the answer is yes.
Ricordami
Ora devo andare via
He thinks possibly Feli has fallen asleep, but then notices his fingers, very lightly moving on the blanket to the tone of the song, his head still in Lovino’s lap.
Ripensa a me
Sentendo questa melodia
Feli finally looks Lovino in the eye and blinks. The looks as if he almost wants to ask a question but then finds the answer all on his own. His fratello takes a breath and does something that completely shocks him.
Feli started to sing along. Their voices harmonized for the final verse.
Uniremo con le note il cuore e le anime
Il tuo amore rimarrà sempre per me
Lovino freezes for a moment when Feli starts sniffling again, but finally for the first time that night he speaks.
“Grazie, Lovi.” Lovino looks down to see the meekest smile on his fratello’s face. He follows that thought with “I miss him.”
It’s a simple sentence that Lovino has heard countless times come out of his fratello’s mouth. He had to resist rolling his eyes and making a nasty face. He hated that kid for breaking Feli’s heart. Hate is not a strong enough word. He had seething blinding hate for him. He finally sighed because you simply cannot kill those who are already dead. He decided that in that moment Feli needed for Lovino to remain calm.
“I know, fratello.” Feli looked up at him almost surprised that Lovino didn’t give him some other answer.
“It’s Grandpa Rome who I miss the most.” Lovino’s almost stunned at that response. Feli is just not as vocal about it as he is about Holy Rome. Lovino has so many things he want to respond with. Instead he says something simple and reassuring.
“Me too.” Suddenly he felt Feli’s gentle touch on his cheek. He’s brushing away tears that Lovino didn’t know he was shedding.
“I know.” The cheeky bastard has a sly knowing smile on his face. Lovino’s too tired to be dealing with all of this right now. He turns to shut the bedside lamp off. He lay down hoping to get at least a few hours of shut eye before the world meeting in the morning.
“Grazie again Lovi.” He hears his fratello say.
“You speak of this to no one! Especially España or I will have no choice but to kill you. This night never happened!” Lovino screamed/grumbled at his brother. It irritated him to no end when that idiota snickered.
“Sì Lovi. Ti amo.”
“Why is it you must always smell of garlic?” He sighed to himself before whispering in a low voice, “Ti amo fratello.”
And with that he heard Feli start to snore lightly as he himself drifted off to sleep. Both were able to sleep peacefully until morning.