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Thanks for the tag!!

My songs are...

Keep Your Friends Close - Jorge Rivera-Herrans (Epic)

Baby One More Time - Tenacious D

Golden Hour - JVKE

This Love - Maroon 5

Dance the Night - Dua Lipa

Too Sweet - Hoizer

And just for Funsies~

The three newest songs from Epic the Musical:

Underworld

No Longer You (My favorite one!!)

Monster

@massivebadonker @headingalaxys-spicy

6 random songs from my 'On Repeat' Playlist

1. aerials - system of a down

2. hypnosis - sleep token

3. climbing up the walls - viscera

4. the jester's dance - in flames

5. cirice - ghost

6. how i fall apart - currents

tagged by @iite-cool (well vi tagged my main but i use this blog more LMAO) // no pressure tags: @whats-belay @stargirlrchive @oddityinthesky @tomiesdiet @dmitriene <33 mwah i love u all !!!

#reblog chain #songs #epic the musical #funny #random

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Random Snippet ~ #?

I can't remember what number this is, so we'll just continue on.

With as long as the nations have been around, it should be no shock that most have experienced one thing. Rabies. Many nations got it from the feral dogs that wandered around villages or wildlife while traveling along their lands. Once bit, the lucky ones were ‘reset’ before the disease could influence them to pass it on to someone else, while the unlucky ones had ‘died’ from the infection. Occasionally, infecting others with them.

Once in a while, someone would attempt to treat them for rabies. Usually, one of the odd homeopathic remedies at the time was used, but that would more often than not fail. Resulting in said nation being ‘killed’ when symptoms worsened.

 Regardless, nations were usually disoriented for a few days after when they returned to a more normal state of self. Often experiencing the lingering effects of paralysis, paranoia, increased aggression, and hydrophobia. And this is factoring in their superior healing abilities.

Thus, in the modern day, nations like both the Canadas and 2p Finland are required to get the human rabies vaccine yearly due to their high likelihood of encountering it.

Matylda (Czech Republic) isn’t one that many would peg for sports. That’s correct with how she snubs soccer, basketball, and most other games. But, there is one exception and that is hockey. Just like a lot of her citizens, ice has always had a call to her, and there is something about the game itself that makes her smile. Though for Matylda, its more of a watching pleasure rather than a desire to compete. After all, she wouldn't want to break a nail.

Both 2p and 1p Micronations are often locked into the same room during the large, once-a-year all-player meetings that the official nations go to. The tension between the two groups usually leaves the room damaged due to their unofficial competitions to prove who is better (think of The Office Olympics but more dangerous). Funny enough, the groups are often watched by both Prussias due to their semi-retired status. Both of which just sit there and watch them go about it. 

#2p hetalia #2p headcanons #snippets #2p czech #2p micronation

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The Oliver reveal of ur latest post is making me go feral

Thanks!! I couldn’t do anything Halloweenish without Oliver. And he deserved a fun reveal, especially with what I have planned next.

#2p hetalia #2p england #13 days of halloween

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Howling Fields - Day 2: The Door to the Meadow

Day 1 Day 3: TBC

You grunted and winced as your falling body was thrown around like a limp doll against the rock walls and debris. The sudden impact on the stone floor forced a choked gasp forced it's way from your lungs and coated you in grainy dust. Each cough to regain needed breath sent sharp particles into your throat. The process created a cycle of coughing and wheezing until hot bile was expelled from your esophagus. 

Panting, you felt stunned as the world around you felt unsteady and cold. It took a moment, but slowly you could rise to lean on, what you guessed was a cavern wall. Your hand, though sluggishly, moved to the light still around your tender throat. It caressed the button for a moment, almost like your body instinctively knew that what you saw could alter your chances of survival, before flicking the switch.

It was stacks of rubble in a large cavern. They had landed like towers of different-sized stones of all shapes that would never fit together correctly. Cracks that stretched around the room like spiderwebs. And a large void above you. 

Staring into the abyss, your mind ran away with unfortunate scenarios. Each ending was more vicious than the last, but they all had one thing in common, you died; alone and in the dark. 

No. You shook, tears welling up like damaged fountains. That can not be. 

You forced yourself to look around the cavern again. This time moving slower. Allowing the light of the headlamp to reveal anything that could show salvation. 

A glint. It was faint but golden. Maybe, your mind rationalized with damaged hope as your heart rose, it was a vein. One that could lead you to an exit.

With nothing else for you to lose, you stood on sore and tender legs, before limping to the wall. You placed your hand underneath the thin line. You turned to the left, and found more stone, but to the right was a tunnel. The vein went down into the darkness. Into a path unfamiliar to you, but the only one available.

You took a deep breath, before tracing the uneven stone as you walked forward. Ready to get out.

The first few minutes felt hopeful, that this would soon lead to the exit. Time, like a sadistic boa began to constrict your enthusiasm like it was prey as what felt like hours ticked by.

Fear and despair began to pull at your mind the further you went. They whispered doubts, claiming that those scenarios from early were prophesies soon to be fulfilled. That you would never escape, that your friends and family would always wonder what your final moments were.

As tears threatened to spill once more, you gasped in pain. A sudden gleam had struck your eye like a hidden dagger. 

Out of instinct, you rubbed away the pain. Your poor eyes felt raw as you glowered around for the source. Until it clicked in your brain.  

Light! And it wasn't from your lamp. Which means you can get out.

A hysterical mix of laughter and wails left your throat as you dashed forward. Holding on to the wall as your weak legs left you wobbling all over.

As you moved the light grew in its luminosity from a gleam to a beam. It was almost as bright as the start of dawn when you skidded to a stop.

You didn't understand why, but the sight before you caused your stomach to churn and neck hairs to rise. The primal part of you screamed to run away. To look upon something else or retreat into the darkness like the prey it always was.

Yet, all that stood before you was a door. One with a stone face with strange creatures carved on it. All had fearsome features; opened jaws with sharp teeth, large claws, and pure animal instinct chipped into their very being. But, at the same time, they had human features; almost like a warped satyr with too-wide smiles and beckoning hands. Promises of a good time that would only end in tragedy.

The beings were almost what you imagined the beast in Yao’s story would have looked like.

That thought alone caused your neck hair to rise as a shiver caused your muscles to twitch and your spine to shift. Instinctively your hand went to your neck, almost like you were trying to rub away the paranoia.

With no other path, you marched ahead. An inhale pursed your lips as you brought calmness and clarity to the drastic reality of your situation. The following exhale gave determination as you pushed forward.

The door was heavy. It caused you to grunt as you pushed your shoulder against it. The joint popped as it tried to prop the door wide enough. The rock opening ground itself into an ear-splitting cry as it was moved against the hard earth below. The light spread, and when you had the gap big enough, you hopped through. Ready to be in the ‘open’ air.

You should have been excited. Weren't you ready to sprint your way through the trees to the nearest road and make your way back to your friends? But you weren’t. A bitter bile caused your stomach to roll as you gazed around.

In front of you was a meadow of red, switch grass. Its tall blades swayed with the strange wind causing small flecks of blue to sparkle through. Behind the beautiful prairie of red and blue sat tall, imposing Borel trees. Their white roots and purple leaves overlapped like a system of mangrove trees. Even from this distance, you could tell they would be difficult to navigate.

What was strangest was above the trees you noticed more cave walls. Its uneven, grey surface perfectly allowed its ‘sun’ to shine like the moon on a starless night. The pseudo sun wasn’t bright enough to burn your eyes as you realized the sheer size of the ginormous, glowing, white crystal hanging above.

“Where am I?” You whispered, stepping forward.

 The grass seemed to welcome you as it parted in acceptance. Its fluffy tips tickled the exposed skin causing an uncomfortable sensation along your chin. Simply rubbing your chin against your shoulder helped it, but that itching wasn’t the only sensation that made your epidermis crawl.

Not sure from where, but multiple eyes raked your form. You could sense them picking you apart. Like the being was wondering which piece of flesh would taste the sweetest. A restless fear that made your breath shudder as it felt like something was getting closer. Stalking you.

A rustle to your left caught your attention. Your eyes squinted as you focused on the spot. Watching, waiting for any sign of movement.

Another rustle, this time on the opposite side. Turning to it, you saw movement. Something shuffled through the tall blades. A broken-up silhouette could be seen, but what it was, you couldn't tell. 

It stalked closer.

Your body stiffened like it was flash-frozen. More rustling, this time from the original side caused your eyes to bounce between the two sources. 

They were getting closer. Moving through the grass like shark fins at the water’s surface.

You stepped back. Your foot breaking a hidden stick.

The resounding sound against the silence was reciprocated by two low growls.

For a moment it was just the growls, and you could imagine whatever beasts in front of you had tensed their muscles. Determined to rip you apart.

Survival instincts were ramping up. Millions of possible deaths flashed before you. Your own body tensed, prepared to run.

The beings moved first. Dashing toward you with wolf-like speed.

In response, you turned and ran. Arms pushed the grass aside as panic set in. The uneven ground almost caused you to trip as the growling became low, hunting howls.

Bursting through the foliage like a bull after a red cape, you scrambled up the thick, white, tree roots. Nails turned white and then red as the roots broke your nails.

Your gait became uneven as you attempted to stay ahead. Slipping and sliding along the rat's nest of roots.

There was a loud howl that pulled your attention back. You took a glance, but you still couldn’t make out what was behind you.

That look back was fatal enough as you missed a step and fumbled on a large tree knot. Your tumble caused your butt to land firmly in a web of roots, the only thing holding you above a seemingly endless maze of plants.

The sound of wolves returned as you heard calls coming from above. Clearer than ever before, you looked up wanting to at least know what was about to kill you.  

Two men-like creatures snarled and drooled above you. They looked similar to the carvings on the stone door and yet so different. Both looked young, but the one on the left had shoulder-length blond hair, rough stubble, and wolf-like features that matched his hair with silted violet eyes. The other had red silted eyes, tanned skin, and copper hair, and looked more like a coyote or coywolf in terms of animal traits. Together the pair had muscular builds with long claws on their fingers. The animal traits included long tails, ears that went from where a typical ear lobe would sit to the top of their heads, and animal feet that replaced the human anatomy from the knee down.

You began to hyperventilate as they began to stalk closer. They slowly picked their way down, human hands and canine paws working together, and held them steady as they closed in on their prey,  you. The resulting weight from their movements made you bounce. In fear, your head turned like a broken sprinkler as you glanced between the two.

The blond got within an arm’s length first. His claws scrapped your skin as you scrambled.

The tangled mess cracked under your movement. The copperhead approached from the other side; his teeth bared showing off his missing canine as he prepared to pounce.

Another crack, this one came as the duo crashed into each other when you tuck and rolled. Their yelps came from their intertwined mess.

You seized the opportunity and stumbled upwards, a gap between the roots became your new route. Scrambling like a spider with three broken legs you crawled into the small space.

Quickly you wormed between the mess of plants. The predators above you were too broad and large to follow you through the hole. Instead, they attacked from above. Clawed hands ripped through the foliage trying to grab you and to tear your flesh to pieces.

Each time you dodged you were forced further downward. The light grew dimmer as the males above continued their assault.

Layer by layer the chase went until your fingers grazed the stone floor. The tundra chill combined with the adrenaline from the attack sent you into a panic. You were running out of options.

Your eyes scanned the patches of light as you scurried. There had to be a way to escape.

Another claw, this time followed by the red-eyed coy-man's head forced you backward. His teeth shined in their animalistic glory as he smiled at you. Coming closer as you moved backward. The other wasn’t far behind as you could hear the bigger one cutting his way through.

All of a sudden, something cold grabbed your leg. It pulled you down, your chin scraped against the stone as you were dragged into a dirt hole.

Two hands pushed your shoulders further down the hole. Another creature was now on top of your form.

His blue and pink eyes glowed as he stared into your eyes. A large, Cheshire smile glinted in the faint light as he spoke.

“Poor, little poppet.  You must be so scared."

#2p hetalia #2p headcanons #2p america #2p canada #2p england #13 days of halloween #sorry its so late #fic

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Wanna ask bf they close. 2p Rome hc's 👀

You got it!! 

When Ignatius’ beloved wife was on her deathbed, this bloodthirsty Roman refused to leave her for long. His centuries of battles and death prevented him from trusting healers and servants with her fragile life; instead, he tried to do it all. For weeks, he tended to her every need, consulted scrolls of medical information and made elixirs, tried various herbs, and even prayed for her to be healed. But none of it worked and, in her sleep with Ignatius by her side, she passed away. That morning was the only time this man outwardly mourned. Wailing and tears that bled into a blind rage at his failure. An unlucky band of thieves met their God that day, due to his anguished rampage through the nearby woods.  

When Luciano discovered that he was too late to claim the 1p spot from Feliciano, Ignatius didn’t offer much comfort. Instead telling the boy, “You were born of my son, who was of me. It was foolish to think that you could avoid following our steps. You will be a Second Representative, a man made almost immortal with responsibilities that will stain your hands scarlet.” To the young Italy, this offered no comfort. Instead, it cemented his hatred toward 1ps and started him on the path of finding a way to eliminate the need for those soft pencil pushers.

A more lighthearted headcanon that I do have is that despite his grandsons hating him, Ignatius is proud of them as individuals. They have taken his harsh lessons to heart (though the boys deny that) as they have survived and been able to at times beat back or conquer others. Though, in terms of their ‘nation’ accomplishments, the man is not impressed and would have lectured them on it.

#2p hetalia #2p headcanons #2p rome

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https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.infinitycow.eplay

Hi Anon! The link that you sent didn't work. Was there something I was supposed to see with this or listen to? Is there another way to reach it?

#me #random #confused

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Can I please have reactions of yandere 2p face family getting their ass handed to them after trying to kidnap a seemingly docile female crush that's actually super strong and quick? I love the idea of yanderes getting outsmarted or beaten by a love interest😂

2P America / Jason A. Cardinali:

The moment you flip him over his shoulder and onto your table, splitting the wood in two with his weight, it’s decided. There is no way Jason’s going to let you go now. You’re too perfect in every way – your fire, your spirit, they draw him in like a suicidal moth. He doesn’t care how long it takes, doesn’t care how many times you kick his ass. He will have you as his girlfriend, his wife, his everything. His grin is feral as he pulls himself up and stretches the ache out of his back. “Oh, baby doll, you give the best surprises.”

2P Canada / Beauregard “Beau” Lambert:

Oh. Oh. The blood on his lip, the glass digging into his back from the sliding door he crashed through, doesn’t even register past the sudden flood of arousal and want. You’re… “Amazing,” he breathes in admiration, face flushed, utterly smitten. You stand before him, a veritable goddess, chest heaving with the effort of throwing him, glare fierce, defiant, delicate hand clenched in a fist. Beau realizes in this moment that he will follow you to the ends of the earth, your most devout worshiper, yours to command.

2P England / Oliver Townsend:

Oliver’s smile is all teeth, lips red with blood, eyes wide and crazed. The first strike took him by surprise, but he sidesteps your follow-up with ease and takes out the butcher’s knife tucked into the waistband of his trousers. “Poppet, it really isn’t nice to hit people,” he scolds you, tone pleasant, singsong even, words betrayed by the way he swings his arm at you, slices at you with his knife. As far as he’s concerned, turnabouts fair play – and if you have to learn your lesson the hard way – the bloody way – so be it.

2P France / Jacques Girardot:

For a split second, everything is red. The pain of your strike is a fresh bloom on his check, the ever-present pounding in his head amplified by the sudden wash of hurt. Then, old training kicks in, training now fueled by a sudden, unbridled rage. “That fucking hurt,” he snarls at you, hand snapping out to grab a fistful of your hair, uncaring of the kicks and punches you deliver to your stomach. He twists his fingers in your hair and flings you across the room – if you didn’t want to start shit, you shouldn’t have hit.

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@thebirdybrigade Thanks for the shout out. I’m really flattered to be mentioned.

Hey, love your work! Do you have any Hetalia writers that you really like? I’m always trying to find more. Thanks!

Thanks nonnie, I appreciate the complement! As for your question, Yes. So very many. You never specified x reader or not tho, so I've sprinkled in a mix of everything. I haven't read any heta content in a while so most of these are blogs that need no introduction, but they're the ones from off the top of my head ^^'

(I've also tagged all the tumblr accounts. It might be obnoxious but I think people deserve to know when something is being said about them on the internet. If you're tagged and you aren't chill with it, lmk and I'll take it off no questions.)

X-Readers

@alfredosauce50 (no chance you've not run across them, but it's sacrilegious to not include this blog. Always a hit, especially if you're a fan of America or Denmark)

@headingalaxys-spicy (or @/headingalaxys-sweet for those of us who may not be down to clown. Especially good if you're in need of some quality yandere content, and all of their work has tw-ings)

@my2phetaliaheadcanons (The name sums it up, but rest assured their characters are great. The content is dark, and their writing is captivating.)

@newbienovelist (Obligatory Nori appreciation. Please feel free to join their unofficial official fanclub with me and also maybe bully them a little bit about updating their Dragon Denmark story. But only a little bullying. Be nice to them.)

@hetaliaimaginesin2022 (All of their content absolutely fucking hits, but especially their Ukraine. I've spent a concerning amount of time lurking on their posts, and you should too. ((I'm kidding. Please try to appreciate your content creators.)))

Non X-Readers

Ao3: Hetaswag - Tumblr: @swagtalia (Do you like women, period dramas, and a writing style straight out of ur fav classic lit author's wet dream? Me too, read Swag's works and come scream about them with me.)

Ao3: Kitaychan - Tumblr: @kitaychan (The original cowboy, ready to cut you off at the pass. Made stylistic character interpretation their bitch. Like, 90% of their fics are completed, too, of which I am. Very Envious.)

Stopping here bc I've spent more time than I meant to. There are def more tho if anyone wants them. Or feel free to add on more yourself if the fancy strikes.

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Do you have a Funimation subscription? If so, I need YOUR help!

For the past two weeks or so, there has been news going around that Funimation will be merging with Crunchyroll on April 2nd.

What does this have to do with Hetalia? The entirety of Hetalia is already available through Crunchyroll (albeit, with the episodes are out of order) EXCEPT for the Paint It White! movie and the extras for Hetalia. The Paint It White movie is at least still available for physical purchase, however it is the extras I have the most concern about.

The Funimation dub can be considered important to Hetalian history and culture due to how much influence it had over the western fanbase. These extras serves as a time capsule for when Hetalia was at its peak within the west and provides behind-the-scenes insight to the dub voice actors.

I am not sure if it will be 100% guaranteed that these extras will be transferred to Crunchyroll. Especially since I have sent Funimation an email (left) and this is what they've responded with (right):

So, that information is not too helpful. Aren't the extras provided within the DVDs? As someone who owns the physical copies of seasons 1-6: Yes! But do they have all of the extras? No.

The DVDs do include the commentaries, outtakes, and interviews, but it seems that the Funimation page has exclusive stuff like World Buffet, panel footage, fan appreciation cards, and more.

I cannot do this on my own because while I do have a Funimation account, unfortunately nowadays, when you attempt to purchase a subscription, it will only redirect to the Crunchyroll website. Hence, I am asking the fanbase to please contact me if you are someone or know somebody with an ongoing Funimation subscription. The goal is that we can work together to guarantee the preservation of ALL of these extras! You can reach out to me through the following methods: Email: [email protected] Discord: hetalianhistorian Twitter: @HetaHistorian Reddit: u/HetalianHistorian And of course through here, on Tumblr. If you can, please reblog and share to spread the word! I'll be open for any questions or clarifications! Thanks so much! Hetalian Historian

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Christmas Special - Part 3: Can You Create A Cease-Fire?

Part 1 Previous Part

As you and Blitzen flew far away from the Snow Miser, the sky around you began to warm. As much as you appreciated the warmth, the speed at which the temperature climbed was that of starting a car from a dead state in winter. Slow, but overly hot once the set temperature was reached.

Over the hours, you started to shed some of the heavier layers. All that was left of your winter outfit was thick, aviator pants paired with the thick hoodie that you wore.

At sun high, you notice a dark spot in the distance. The closer you came the larger the spot grew. Until it became a dark plume of smoke. It rose and moved like a dragon in flight. Below it was a volcano, red in stone and covered in darkened caverns. 

“There it is,” You yelled to Blitzen. Your happy laugh filled the empty sky as you patted his thick neck. “Let’s get this over with so we can go home.”

The big deer bellowed in agreement as he zoomed faster. His legs moved as if he were racing along the water toward the smoke’s source.

As you encircled on the volcano; Blitzen had to fly lower. The salt spray rose from the tropical waters, coating all six legs, as a large cave on the volcano side came into sight. Smoke pouring out of the nearby smaller caves like a first-time smoker choking on nicotine.

Blitzen landed, this time, unlike at the Snow Miser’s smooth fort, the hot rock and rough terrain scrapped against his hooves. He squealed and tip-toed while you held tightly to his neck fur.

“Oh, poor Blitzie!” You cooed while attempting to calm the beast. “I’m sorry, so sorry!”

You repeated your soothing phrases until the deer stopped. A few more pets from you, helped his tender movements as he allowed you off. With a couple of steps forward, you were able to take his bridle in a steady hand and guide his head to your chest. You placed a kiss on his face. Muttering one more simple sorry and promising a first pick of carrots once y'all were home.

The big cervid nudged you excitedly. He gave a heavy breath as he nuzzled you. It seemed like he liked the idea of it, almost like it alone eased the suffering in his toes.

Giggling, you stepped back and looked toward the cave’s mouth. It was dark, except for the small glint of sunlight that led inside, disclosing a series of pipes lining the walls. Their hissing echoed, sounding like draconic snakes were hidden within.

A simple side-eyed was exchanged by you and Blitzen. Before, you nodded to him in a silent ‘are you ready?’

He puffed while he did a single excited hop. Ready to confront the Miser ahead.

“Let’s go.”

This time, you walked beside your noble steed. Your pace was a little faster than normal to match the deer’s placid pace as you entered the dark cavern.

The darker it became, you more you struggled to remove the flashlight from your left pants pocket. Nearly, popping the seams of your pants, it fell from your hands to the stone floor. You couldn't help the 'oh' that left your mouth as you picked it up. A quick click turned it on and illuminated the path ahead.

The further down you trekked, the higher the temperature rose. The additional heat forced you once again to strip layers. This time putting the additional jackets into the packs strapped to Blitzen.

As you reached your flimsy, cheesy, Christmas tee shirt the sharp sound of striking metal rang in the air.

You sighed in relief, following the sound as it became joined by an additional chorus of metal bells. As it became louder other sounds joined in. High-pitched barks and the sound of a man yelling.

A ruby, red light reached toward you as you came closer to the chaos. Crossing the threshold, you saw another workyard. This one was similar to the last, yet the differences made it uniquely cute.

Instead of logger tools to create the supplies needed for winter, this one matched a steel mill. Heavy flows of what you assumed was, metal was being poured into molds. Steam hissed as they were formed into shapes, things like little suns, iron birds, and beach balls.

Little, black puppies ran around on their hind legs; covered in a heavy layer of soot as their orange hard hats made them look like little Nerf darts. Their tiny, plush-looking paws carried either the metal trinkets or chunks of minerals as they frantically moved about.

At the center of it all was a tan, broad-shouldered man. He was wearing a sooty, white tank top with a pair of heavy, welder’s pants and thick work boots. His orange hat towered above the rest as he moved from station to station, encouraging them to either hurry up and meet their quota or snap at them for ignoring the safety guidelines he placed.

You continued to stare, wondering why this Miser was so involved with supply until you felt a tug on your pants.

Gazing downward, you saw the smallest little soot ball with eyes that rivaled diamonds. In his other hand was a hat, which he held up to you with both of his paws.

The squeally giggle that came from you was loud enough to stop the whole production line. Everything from the barking and the hissing to the yelling stopped.

All eyes were on you.

So, you did what any embarrassed human would do. Take the hat from the adorable puppy and wave awkwardly.

The man with eyes that could rival hot coals, screamed.

“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!”

As he stomped toward you like pissed off bull, Blitzen stood in front of you. Pawing at the dirt, ready to defend.

Nose to nose, Miser and deer glared off. Ready to rip each other apart, all it would take was a spark to lit the keg.

“Uh, Blitzen,” You pulled on his halter. Moving yourself in front of him, whispering. “I’m sure this is who we have to talk to.”

Turning back to the assumed Miser, you frowned as you realized that he was checking you out. His eyes roved over you as if you were about to offer yourself to him. His posture was now loose, as he shifted his weight to one leg.

“Hey, baby.” He purred with a wink. “What brings you to the kingdom of heat?”

You felt Blitzen tense up again, ready to charge the man. But refused to move as you replied.

“I’m looking for Heat Miser, do you by chance know where I can find him?”

The man smiled, showing off his missing canine as he puffed his chest. “You’re looking at him. What can I do for ya, Sweet cheeks?”

“Ah.” You spoke as you moved closer. “Well, I’ve come on business from both the Claus family and Snow Miser.”

At that statement, he frowned before removing his hat and running his fingers through his auburn locks. “Come on,” He began walking away. “Let’s discuss this in my office.”

The three of you moved toward his office. The Miser screamed a quick back “BACK TO WORK OR ELSE I’LL SEND MAKWA ON YOUR ASSES!”, as he escorted you and Blitzen through an iron door into his office.

Inside was a cavern carved into an office. Deep obsidian shelves, with an iron desk covered by glossy papers. The Miser sat down in his cushy office chair, pulling it closer to the metal table as he gestured for you to sit in one of the chairs in front of him.

While Blitzen kneeled at your side, you sat in the plush leather chair. A metallic squeal echoed in the silence from one of the lower drawers. You watched as the Heat Miser pulled a large, brown bottle out of the bottom one. He took a swig before wiping off the excess with the back of his hand.

He offered the bottle to you, a smirk on his face as he waited for your reaction.

You shook your head ‘no’ as you sat up. Your spine straightened as you looked the Miser in the eye.

“Heat Mis-“

“Call me Al, doll.”

Huffing, you started again. Albeit a little strained. “Al, the Claus family would like you and Snow Miser to sign a Christmas cease-fire.”

“Seriously,” He leaned back with a frown and kicked his thick boots up on the desk. “That’s what they sent you on. Not as ah” The Miser waved his open calloused hand in a circle. “Diplomat. Or as a present for me?”

As he continued his over-dramatic lament about how cute it would have been had you shown up in red ribbon or been delivered in a box, you couldn’t but feel your eye twitch. How weird it was that for the second time in a twenty-four-hour period, someone hoped you were their gift.

Like seriously, you couldn’t have been that cute. Especially when you thought about the various cute animals that worked for each of the Misers.

“Anyway, I won’t sign.”

That smacked your attention out of the clouds.

“What do you mean you won’t sign?!” You practically shouted, planting your hands on the metal desk. “Your brother won’t sign unless you do. And I need you to sign!”

Al oh ’ed as his smirk became shark-like as he placed his feet down. He leaned closer to you. “You need me to sign?”

A frustrated yes groaned from your throat as you looked down at the Miser.

He stood up, now leaning over your form. “Would you do anything for it then?”

“Uhm, almost anything.”

“That works for me,” Al’s rough hand pulled you around the desk towards him. Cradling you under his arm as he directed you to a large painting of a melting ice block on the right. In front of it sat a blue and white rotary phone on a red side table.

He kept you under his arm as the other reached out to the device. The phone was in his palm as his fingers spun the dial. A quiet click as the rotor returned the numbers to their original spots. Once the tenth number was input, the painting split.

For a moment, the screen behind it flickered. Showing that staticky blizzard of an old tube television before a familiar face flashed into existence.

Snow Miser.

The icy man’s face was distorted into a frown as his frosty glare cut through the warmth, bringing down the temperature several degrees.

You shivered at the rapid change, but Al remained unmoved. A large, feral smile as he squeezed you closer. Your body squished as you were forced against the Miser’s iron-hot warmth.

“Hey-a, Assicle.” He waved with his free hand. “I gotta this lil’ doll here. Says that y’all talked about a cease of sorts?”

Ice Miser nodded; his face contorted into confusion as he regarded Al cautiously. “Ya’ gonna sign, eh?”

“Not,” He started with a click of his tongue. “unless certain agreements are made.”

You hummed questionably while failing to shrug off his arm. Your squirms were quickly squished as Allen’s leather-gloved hand bore down on your fleshy shoulder. His fingers bruised your tender muscles as he began to speak about his condition with an all-too-wide grin.

“I want both the poles and this” He squeezed you harder. “cute lil’ thing for three months.”

The last syllable of his statement was greeted with silent shock.

Slack-jawed, you could only stare as your brain scrambled and fumbled with statements and actions as to what to do next.

“YA SCIVEY SQUATCH!!” The loud yell from the screen made you cringe. Survival instincts kicked in as your vision turned to the enraged man of ice. “Why would I let you have either of those?!” His pale hand was raised to the screen, and the following blast of icy fury caused you to squeak as you flailed to avoid the sharp beam.

The sharp ice scrapped your back as Al pushed you away. The force collided you with the far wall. Your breath was forced out of you like a punch to the gut as you slid to the floor.

Before you could fully comprehend the heaviness of the impact. Blitzen was on you. His heavy body shielded you as he attempted to nose you to a stand.

With the deer snout bracing your weight, you could only watch in horror as fire and ice began to fight.

Al’s mocking laughter ran out like shattered glass against a concrete floor as his hands lit up in flames. “Get ready ya, Frosty Bozo.” The miser brought his hands together in a loud clap, the flames spun around the joined palms. It was like the flames were the charge point of a laser. “Because here I come!”

The flames leaped to life. The beam entered through the screen causing the frosty one to bounce off screen.

As Blitzen nudged you to his saddle, the duo exchanged insults and blows using the magical screen like some sick twisted VR game. Unluckily, you and Blitzen were ignored leaving the two of you in the crossfire of many ill-fired attacks.

You felt the balls of flame signed the back of your thin t-shirt as Blitzen bolted through the metal door. A frosty gale flung the two of you onto the work floor.

The tiny, working dogs didn’t seem shocked as they ran past you and Blitzen into the icy blaze of the office ruins. Their cute growls and yips echoed as they fought alongside their miser. Soon enough, the heavy growls of what you could only guess were the bear cubs joined the cacophonous band.

As Blitzen dashed away through the cavernous halls, you kept one hand on his neck while the other reached around to clutch the gun. Fearful that soon enough, you would be dragged into their battle.

Soon enough the sun’s rays shined like a new coin as you came to the entrance. You couldn’t help the yells of encouragement that escaped your throat as you urged the reindeer forward.

The volcanic dust puffed out like activated gunpowder from a cannon as the two of you shot out like a cannon.

Despite the distance, your spine still trembled. The hairs on the back of your neck refused to lie flat and a bitter feeling coated the inside of your dry mouth.

What were you going to do now? Neither miser would entertain the thought of a ceasefire. And as far as you were concerned, your involvement made it worse.

As those thoughts swirled, your heart rate continued to spike. The world around you became a tinnitus ring as the thought of hopeless failure loomed. You could feel Blitzen’s fur slip from between your fingers.

The sound of Christmas bells.

Its light, airy sound was like a strike of lightning. It was grounding as you reached for the back pocket of Blitzen’s saddle.

You pulled out a simple, red and white phone. The screen flashed with Niilo’s name. What were you to do?

#2p hetalia #2p headcanons #2p america #2p canada #christmas au #miser brothers

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rules: share a sentence or two (or paragraph uhhh...) from a wip - recent or old - that you are proud of and tag 5 people to continue. anyone who wishes to join, feel free as well.

Christmas Cease-fire Part 3

Gazing downward, you saw the smallest little soot ball with eyes that rivaled diamonds. In his other hand was a hat, which he held up to you with both of his paws.

The squealish giggle that came from you was loud enough to stop the whole production line. Everything from the barking and the hissing to the yelling stopped.

All eyes were on you.

So, you did what any embarrassed human would do. Take the hat from the adorable puppy and wave awkwardly.

The man with eyes that could rival hot coals, screamed.

“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!”

I'm gonna tag: @hetalia-angel

Got tagged by @puritanphobic , Thanks for the tag! 💕

rules: share a sentence or two (or paragraph uhhh...) from a wip - recent or old - that you are proud of and tag 5 people to continue. anyone who wishes to join, feel free as well.

(Haha, well the current WIP I'm working on is a secret so I'll share a snippet from one of my CanUkr works I never got to post in October)

Matthew gave Katya a sympathetic smile, gently patting the top of her head before returning his attention to his locker. He fiddled briefly with the lock before a quiet click allowed him access to his belongings; pulling out all his toiletries before closing it back up. Color returned to Katya’s cheeks as she watched Matthew pulled his hockey jersey off. She hoped it wasn’t so obvious just how hard she was ogling his glistening torso, only to have those hopes immediately squashed as Matthew gave her a delighted smirk. “Enjoying the show?” He teased, chuckling as he watched her cheeks burn brighter. 

I Tag: @lunartexan @9pilkytf @headingalaxys-spicy @koolkat9

#tag game #hetalia #hetalia fandom #hetalia fanfiction writer #coming soon #hetalia x reader #fics #christmas au #2p america

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Random Yandere Nations Headcanons

I’m still working through the Christmas Story and a couple of different asks. And I wanted to post something fun.

Some nations use unusual methods to keep track of their darling. France for example uses a cat-bell anklet so that he can hear her throughout the home. Its chain is tough yet thin and allows her some privacy without fully escaping France’s awareness. Another one is Greece, he used a pet microchip to ID to stake his claim, but also upgraded it to be more advanced with a radio chip to track them should they run. (FYI, it’s a big needle. Hopefully, he’s knocked you out.)

Being mortal with a yandere nation is both good and bad. They all will be more cautious and tender when it comes to handling your health and well-being, BUT they will find many things you do novel. The way you interact with the world and how you respond to their stories of the past. To frequency of illness, the ease with which your bones break, and how long they take to heal. All are interesting, and all will result in bitter moments for you and sweet ones for them.

#2p hetalia #2p headcanons #2p yandere #yandere hetalia #yandere

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This is the "Welcome Home" anon, and I have to say thank u so much for making part 2 official ❤️ the past of the FACE fam really has me intrigued especially with that cliffhanger like?? Noises coming from Oliver's basement?? Oop 👀 also i just wanna see how Matt and Allen meet for the first time (probably won't go well) but thank you again, no pressure and it definitely is a special fic ✨️

If it's ok, I'm gonna call you 'WH' anon. Since you are the catalyst for part 2.

I promise the meeting between Al and Matt will definitely be interesting. Especially since the basement will play a part in it.

#2p hetalia #2p headcanons #2p america #2p canada #welcome home #fic

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I’d love a part 2 to the welcome home fic. That was one of my favorite ones that you wrote. 💜💜💜

I'm glad that it was one of your favorites. It is one that I feel like deserves a part 2 and I'm glad to know others would like to see it expanded as well.

Its official, Welcome Home is getting a part 2. Maybe more, but I won't promise anything more at this moment.

#2p hetalia #2p headcanons #fic #welcome home

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I am also another anon interested in welcome home (no pressure of course)

Don't worry, I haven't felt any pressure yet. Just the ebb and flow of motivation that is affected by life in general.

With this continual attention on the fic, it will be added to my roster. I'm actually kinda excited to give it a part 2.

#2p hetalia #2p headcanons #fic #welcome home

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Hello, this isn't really an ask more like a question but have you ever thought of doing a part 2 to the "Welcome Home" fic? :)

I have thought about doing a part 2 for 'Welcome Home'. I wanted to expand and build the past of the FACE family.

Though, I haven't done it because I didn't think anyone was interested in it. It's been one without much interaction so, I wasn't sure if anyone wanted a part 2. So, I went without one because it was more or less special.

I know requests are closed, but if you would like a part 2, let me know. That was one I was really proud of, so I'll make an exception for that treasure.

#2p hetalia #2p headcanons #welcome home #fic

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The image of being handed a magical glock is so funny in the christmas special

Isn't it!? Though I promise this 'canoe', will be used coolly by the end of the fic.

#2p hetalia #2p headcanons #christmas au #2p finland