Hws Italy - Tumblr Posts
some chibi hws sticker designs !!! for being a fandom veteran i don’t draw these silly countries much, but these were pretty fun! gonna hopefully make more designs like this moving forward so cast an eyeball over when i do ;-]
After lots of peer pressure, i finally made hetalia charms !! (also available as stickers!!)
PRE/0RDERS END OCT. 15 !!!
Go get them now :DD !!!
Hi!! Love your art!!! I saw your chibi post, could I ask for APH Italy? Thank you! 💚
i miss drawing him hes so silly
2p! Hetalia Stickers and Charms are now open for preorder!!
these will not be ready in time for the holidays but! better late than never! preorders end dec. 28th!
(go here for int. orders!
plz reblog if you can!! :D
*puts a flower in aph italy's hair* :]
i got rid of art block just by watching gerita animatics
OH YEA LEMME JUST
I made one of these cool things 🙏🙏 please take a look at it :) your response would be appreciated
Kill the side of u that thinks u r cringe. Reposting.
Nations find out their ✨ stalkers✨ on Twitter (insanity) I had this idea for months and doing this is fun and I love inside hetalia world and I am a chronic twitter user.
the only way we know vene and romano are brothers fr
Smug Italy is best Italy. Look at that smile, he knows he’s a total heartthrob
When Italy/Romano annoy each other so they gotta tell on the other! >:T
I suppose these would be called edits right?? Lol- I make memes now ig???
alone at the edge of the universe, humming a tune… and it’s the hetalia theme song
"Average Italian blasphemes 3 times a day" factoid actually just statistical error. Average Italian blasphemes 0 times a day. Blaspheme Feliciano, who lives in Venice and blasphemes 10,000 times a day, is an outlier and should not have been counted-
Ante Meridiem
Nobody's happy with this. Not after nearly a century of idealizing dreams, the past, the future, anything. All the couple can do is live–and suffer–in the present early morning.
Aka Painful Gerita, also on AO3. Link at bottom.
Germany woke up at five in the morning that day. His morning walk took no less than thirty minutes. His urge to check the emails from the previous day was overcome by the reminder that he was on a getaway. This getaway was not for his solid soul, but he made it his own.
Italy had barely been asleep by the time Germany woke up. The man rested as well as a rock in a stream, seemingly unmoved by the world around it. However, even rocks erode, just as memories from a time gone by would do. At the soft aroma of coffee, Italy rejected sleep in favor of his mind's criticism of the substance. There had been so little care. No art, only cold calculation. Watching Germany operate the hotel's coffee machine was akin to watching an automaton at work. Boring and tasteless, but ultimately impressive.
"Up so soon?" Germany asked, thrown off by the quiet staring.
Italy didn't speak for a moment. His lips were dry and his sheets were too hot, even for his climate. He didn't even have clothes on his chest, just the necessary underpants to make his partner more comfortable.
However, when he thinks back, he can't remember why they're still together.
Maybe it was the charm of someone who couldn't be shaken by charisma. Maybe it was the challenge that was getting him to blush. Maybe it was his need for stability, or his projection onto the somewhat young nation. The way he wanted them both to be happy, despite only ever annoying him.
Germany plans ahead for the day. His calendar is on his phone, blue eyes fixed on blue light, making them both dull in the process. Nothing matters today, but there are upcoming deadlines further into the month. Ones that he can't miss. He's never missed deadlines, not even when he wasn't entirely sure what they were for.
It was now seven in the morning. Italy wasn't dressed in the slightest. Germany was ready for everything.
Italy couldn't let go of the fun he'd had yesterday, he could hardly get up.
Germany refused to be stuck in the past, planning their new outing.
The pair were many things. They were anything but truly happy. So, they stayed quiet together, for it was too familiar or useful to let go.
"Are you going to get ready?" Germany asked, tapping his foot on a squeaky board. It entertained his racing mind for a moment.
"Si, sorry, five more minutes..." Italy replied, lying back down.
They didn't even argue any more.
Nothing was there. Not their minds, not their hearts, not even a sense of warmth. Italy and Germany both knew it, but neither said that they had fallen out of love.
Perhaps one day someone would speak up. But for now, the mornings would move as slowly as possible. Every waking moment was hell, despite having once felt like heaven. The past and the future were idealized, but all either nation could do now was be miserable in the present AM.
oh my god noooooooo they're all gonna die
EU’s machine that predicts world wars (only measures how angry Austria’s about to be)
what the- Oh my fucking god- is this him?!?!
I missed drawing Feliciano and his dilated orbs... <3
as an april fools prank i have elected to update a fic again (as if my updates are ever reliable) so anyways here it is again in case u like SCP stuff and hetalia and whatnot