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Being a Multi-Shipper and watching everyone fight over which ship will be canon:
IʼM CRYING, ITʼS SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL AND CUTE! 🥺
@usukweek
(late) Day 5: Cardverse // Arranged Marriage
nothing goes hand in hand than cardverse and arranged marriage✨
Don't harassed people over fictional character please thank you
Notice how I ship UsUk while respecting other shipping preferences, very demure, very mindful. I don’t go harassing people over which fictional characters kissy-kissy who. I don’t go accusing people of ludicrous, wild ideas because of a certain ship. I’m very mindful in the Hetalia community. See how I act mature? The way I respect my shipping community is how I respect the overall community. Those that decide to willingly insult others over fictional characters—*disappointed head shake* not demure.
an american posts "do we wanna fuck brits because afj is dating england or is afj dating england bc we wanna fuck brits" and starts an entire discourse
which leads to a massive debate about who infected who with wanting to fuck a brit "because this is ABSOLUTELY a disease, guys, i once watched a one hour loop of colin firth coming out of the water in pride and prejudice" + "unrelated but can i blame my attraction to thick eyebrows on afj too" + "i'd love a rich older man who treats me like his sugar baby, this is DEFINITELY an afj acquired trait"
of course everyone involved ignores the (probably canadian) voices of reason who point out its been proven over and over again that nations don't influence citizens and vice versa
What no I'm not crying over the fact Alfred and Arthur are both kids in gangstalia which means they got to grow up together and never experienced the drama their nations counterparts suffered. I'm not crying over they being friends and slowly falling in love with each other what are you talking about
Sometimes Britain would see the ghost of his oldest colony.
He would mock Britain’s state, make an absentminded comment about his successor or remind him of things he wants to forget.
But most of the time the blond man would just sit on his couch, idly reading the newspaper. He is still so beautiful with porcelain skin, alluring blue eyes and a river of gold flowing from his neck to the red carpeted floor. But something seems wrong. It’s probably the unrealistic peacefulness he gives him, or the cold air that sends a shiver down his spine. Could be the halo of thirteen stars glowing on his head, too.
America would glance at Britain just to turn his gaze back to whatever colorless news he was reading and the older nation can’t get his eyes off the other. He doesn’t even blink, as he feels like if he does, the Thirteen Colonies will be gone. The Thirteen Colonies of Great Britain will be gone.
But then his sweet boy would put the damned newspaper down and make his way to the kitchen. He would come back with a cup of tea that has the smell and taste Britain had always missed, hand it to him and smile - a smile with such tenderness and understanding that anyone will kill and die for it.
“How was your day, darling?”
And once again, Britain rules the world.