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iwanttorunfree · 5 months
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Hey guys, I'm going to be honest with y'all. This blog probably isn't going to be a Hetalia/Statetalia blog anymore because I just don't find it all that interesting anymore, and some of my old stuff makes me cringe at how bad it is, so I'm going to delete a bunch of stuff. It's been fun being part of the Hetalia fandom. I've been in it since seventh grade, but as I've gotten older, I've matured and no longer want to be involved in the Hetalia fandom. It was nice knowing you all. I'm probably going to post about OCs and other stuff now. ~ thestatesofamerica50
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ask-nyc-boroughs · 1 month
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Early Appalachian frontiersman Alfred in buckskin circa 1790- 1810s. I’m trying to figure out how to paint like NC Wyeth digitally (so lol the background is Wyeth’s).
Gonna ramble a bit about my nor’easter au and Alfred below the cut
Following the American Revolution, Alfred is immediately sent out to squash any rebellions (like whiskey rebellion) and to partake in wars against Indigenous nations like the Cherokee. I’ll save a discussion about the Cherokee wars for another time because that’ll take a long time to explain + I’m still working on my Cherokee oc and I need to understand Cherokee history and perspective more before I go forward with talking about this topic.
Now the many of the east coast states are older than Alfred, and they mostly supported him during the revolution because they thought he’d be easy to control given at the time of the revolution he wasn’t tied down as any colony or city. However, he was a New Englander and very obviously so
He was once Plymouth colony and he grew up alongside his cousin Henry/Massachusetts, but by the time the revolution occurred, his status was unclear and he was simply living with his cousin (who’s his earliest and most fierce supporter) .
These states operated like countries and part of why the had the revolution was to continue to self-govern and maintain their regional cultures. It’s also part of why the federal government initially was rather weak. Given Alfred’s closeness to his cousin, and his very staunch New England identity, I think the states would be hesitant over a strong New England national control. And so I think they especially Jennie/NY & Rich/Virginia encouraged Alfred to leave his cousin for a while, and partake in military campaigns (+ he was good at battle).
Also Alfred was like 14, and I don’t think he’s ever been the type to sit down and do paperwork. Honestly he was always a bad student, who was far more interested in the outdoors, horses, sailing and hunting. While he won the war, and he was fine with being head of state, he still didn’t 1) have confidence in himself to make non-military related decisions 2) he just wasn’t mentally ready to take on the responsibilities and was fine deferring it to his states like Jennie, Rich, or Henry to figure out matters that weren’t military related. He was irresponsible and it would come back to bite him in the ass during the Civil War.
Alfred on a personal level it was probably good for him to get away from his overly critical cousin who can be overbearing, but also so he would get more experience to deeply get to know his states.
Also Alfred, growing up in New England, he was a little ball of rage as a kid and he has a difficult time managing his emotions. He wasn’t exactly the personable seemingly fun loving Alfred of the present. Not that he couldn’t crack a joke, but ok I’m not from New England, but in the northeast I find we’re rather cynical, un-filtered and sarcastic and tbh kind of asssholes in the way we have fun and in our humor. That’s how he was, which is like fine unless you’re trying to appeal to the rest of the nation lol which he would have to
I think his time spent in Appalachia and the south did help him learn more about his other states especially Maisie/ North Carolina. But also helped him learn more how to let go some of this intense New England rage, and how to better control his emotions. But also let loose in a way that isn’t so dark and cynical. Also I think this helped him slowly learn how to speak with less of a New England specific accent
He was also able to observe states like Rich and Carl/ South Carolina and gain an understanding of how being able to control your emotions, can help control your image and how others perceive you. So these are the origins of how he slowly began to shape and become at least in public this overly friendly happy go lucky Alfred.
I’ll save a discussion about his interactions with the Appalachian states more explicitly another time I’m just tired😴 fr rn
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spidertalia · 7 months
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yet another shot at @hetalia-rarepairweek , but this time with these two <333 i just think they're very cute, sue me
Day 7: Free Day
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simple-persica · 1 year
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Whoa it's a Maryland
She's one of the older states, around the same age as Virginia and she's a real old soul. She has slipped into 1700's lingo before. While a kind person, and she tries really hard to keep it up, she is ready to throw down if given a good enough reason. She can switch between "hospitable southerner" and "intimidating northerner" SO fast.
She's also super athletic, playing lacrosse and jousting with her horse, Old. She also knows everything about boats, how they're made, and how to drive them. She has been through the USNA several times and has to be chased off of campus now because all she does is "um, actually" the professors.
Has SUCH a specific taste when it comes to food. If she didn't make it herself, or if you don't make it a certain way, she won't eat it. She is also in the middle of some elaborate BS. One week she's tending to a lighthouse and the next she's in DC talking politics.
She and Virginia have a love-hate relationship. They're sisters and they have been with each other for a long time, but they just get so annoyed with each other so easily. Maryland's still kinda mad at Virginia for taking back land from DC. Like, what the hell man?
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rosethreeart · 9 months
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More Texas?
I’m dying from the universes lack of precious bean material 🫠
MORE TEXAS!! it truly is but here to fix that uwu
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Baby boy baby boy<3
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ask-alaska-and-hawaii · 11 months
Conversation
Hawaii's Obsession
Alaska: Father.
America: Yes, 'Laska.
Alaska: Please. PLEASE. Take Lani's Switch away.
America: Wh-what? Why?
Alaska: She has been playing that new Zelda game non-stop. I can hear Link's screams of pain in my sleep.
America: Um...That seems a little extreme.
Alaska: See for yourself.
America: Okay. Lani!
*Hawaii appears with Nintendo Switch in hand and she looks unkempt*
Alaska: See.
America: Uh...Lani, how long have you been playing?
Hawaii: I don't know. I stopped counting after the fourth day.
America: You're right, 'Laska. Lani, give me the Switch.
Hawaii: In a minute, I'm almost done with this side quest.
America: No, Lani. Give me the Switch
Hawaii: *growls* My precious!
America: LANI! GIVE ME THE SWITCH!
Hawaii: NO!
America: LANI!
*cue tug of war*
Alaska: This is why I don't use electronics.
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panda-panoptic · 10 months
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My oc Virginia for the statetalia Fourth of July event!!
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notsoniftyfifty · 11 months
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sorry for being gone or not idk bad year
Top: Connecticut, Massachusetts, Rhode Island
Bottom: Vermont, New Hampshire, Maine
i’ve had this sitting in my drafts for m o n t h s bc i keep redesigning them at the drop of a hat but idc anymore just take them and their non canon outfits
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panda-state-panoptic · 9 months
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Mutual combat, or consent to do battle, is an affirmative defense in assault and aggravated assault cases in the Lone Star State. Washington is the only other state in the union that allows this.
Lmao I completely understand Texas but Washington feels a bit random. I guess some legacies still exist through state laws lol
Now I’m just imagining Texas and Washington dueling old west style XD
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circlique · 11 months
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Speaking of aro characters
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ask-50-nifty-states · 28 days
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Masterlist
Decided it was time to create this so things can be a bit more organized. This masterlist will also have sections. Here ya go!
General
Rules
State Human Names (WILL CHANGE)
State Groups
Family Trees
Headcanons
Fourth of July
Texas Headcanons
New Jersey Headcanons
Michigan and New York Headcanons
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iwanttorunfree · 2 years
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ask-nyc-boroughs · 15 days
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Proud of how this came out. Anyways some revolutionary war Alfred. I’ll share some thoughts I have about him in regards to my au lore beneath the cut
He’s a stubborn angry irresponsible kid from New England when the war begins, and tbh he’s like this until the American Civil War. He accepted a lot of responsibility at a young age, was rather insecure, too stubborn to really admit he needs help, and deferred a lot to his states - eventually his irresponsibility catches up with him. And he’s also later forced to change his disposition to be more friendly and diplomatic.
He barely gains the support of his own states. He was initially Plymouth colony, existed as basically nothing except as a ward of his cousin Henry/Massachusetts. The states just tbh saw him as the most neutral option amongst themselves given he has no real role & all the other states have great qualms with each other. But they do admire his commitment, and his battle expertise, and also pure strength. They do however see him as an irresponsible kid so they think he’ll be easy to control (they’re not much that older than him)
His cousin Henry is quite supportive of him and sees his potential so he’s really the one pushing Alfred forth. Alfred just agrees to appease his cousin, whom has taken good care of him up until this point. He’s a kid who accepts way too much responsibility and is way in over his head.
Alfred isn’t a stranger to war or violence prior to the Revolution. However during the revolution, I think under the guidance of General Washington he refines his battle skills and learns to better channel his anger into battle rather than being sporadic. He comes to view General Washington as a father-like figure.
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spidertalia · 5 months
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my wisconsin in a nutshell <333 (she is pure, unadulterated chaos)
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simple-persica · 8 months
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Some state siblings I haven’t drawn together a lot. I like the they
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rosethreeart · 10 months
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Lions, Mice, and Apples
Summery: She would not let fear get the best of her. She had a green-eyed little apple to protect and love. She would not let her fears or new and old wounds get the best of her.
Word Count: 1061
Statetalia fic about Abigail dealing with being a mom for the very first time and the fears and insecurities that came with it :)
Abigail didn’t know what to do. She was all alone, with no one left for her to turn to. Her bosses feared for her and her safety ( or was it the shame they feared?), making her swear not to speak a word of it to anyone, especially other nations. Not that she could entirely blame them. She had just gained independence, and whilst various nations were eager to show their support for her, they were still, well, nations. Eager and power hungry beings who have a tendency to follow orders without hesitancy or care for the damages they may cause. Always looking for a one up in the world or a way to play a sneaky little trick to gain an upper hand. 
Her father always seemed like a precautionary man, but thinking about it now, might have just been a tad possessive. Teaching her to fear and not to trust others, humans especially. Dangerous creatures they are, more so than the wolves that stalk the forests. 
Her father would always say:  If you have to choose between fleeing into a forest or cowering in a village, choose the forest.
 So that’s what she did…
…Metaphorically of course. She was all but too terrified to leave the safety and comfort of the one thing she ever truly knew: her home.
Her home that she loved so dearly. The one where her father would sing her old lullabies and mutter comforting words to her in the night when she was scared or sickly. The one where she spent hours playing carefree in the yard, her father joining her or watching from the porch. The one where she learned to read and write and grow. The one where she all too soon had to learn to raise herself. The one she had to flee for a few years out of fear of her father’s rage from the actions of his people, who longed to be her people. 
Her father, who turned from this kind caring man, to one of anger and hate. Whose eyes turned from a gentle, glistening green, to cold, venomous and calculating. The man who no longer wished to welcome her with open arms but instead a musket with an intent to kill. The one who went from no harm shall ever come to you as long as I’m here to the one actively hunting her down.
 Her father always told her not to be a meek little mouse but a lion. She never really understood what he meant until she had her own game of cat and mouse with him. 
Yet even still, after all of that she could never bring herself to hate him. Even a year after the signing of The Treaty of Paris in 1793, she still revered him and craved his approval and attention. She still loved him dearly, although many others couldn't understand why. A part of her doesn’t understand why either, but another part refuses to question it. Yet even still she couldn’t bring herself to tell her father of this new...predicament that she has found herself in. Whether or not it was the actions and still healing wounds from the war, or the knowing disapproval, or the fear that he might try to control her again that made her hesitate, she didn’t know. Nor did she care. All she knew was that he was not to be trusted, her daughterly affections be damned. 
Who else did she have left? 
Certainly not her loyalist brother. She loves him dearly but is aware that telling him would be all too much of a risk. Potentially she could tell France or Prussia, they did help her after all. However, she knew that they only really helped her out of spite for her father. She had grown rather close to the Prussian, who seemed to act more like a fatherly/brotherly figure to her. That seed of fear her father had planted in her consciousness many many moons ago was still there, always in the back of her mind, now stronger than ever, preventing her from doing so it seems. 
You can’t trust other nations, not even your father now.
She wanted to cry. She was terrified and alone.
Well…not really alone.
She had no clue how it happened.
 She just knew that it did. 
Her congressmen joked and hailed her as the new Virgin Mother Mary. She laughed along with them at the time, but that didn’t stop the anxiety from crawling up her throat (or was that morning sickness?) and fear of the implication that this may not be the last time this occurs. She handled it as well as any fairly young woman with nobody but herself to lean on could. She held her chin up high and braved through the months; just as her father always taught her to do when she was scared. . 
She herself never truly had a chance to be much of a child, especially by nation standards. How was she to raise one? Would she do a good job? Would it be human? Would it die like one?  Would she grow to resent her child like how her father resented her? She could not say, nor could she (or wanted to) speculate. 
But now as wailing subsided and grumpy little eyes opened, she couldn’t help but feel all those insecurities and doubts and fears flood back into her. 
Bright green eyes met teary blues. 
Oh, he looked so much like his grandfather…
A light dusting of straw blond hair on his head. A stern, yet somehow also joyous expression seemed to be his default. Much like the one her father has.
As close as apples may be to trees, she knew right then and there something would be different. She knew that she had no fear when it came to turning into her father. Unlike him she would never stop loving this little one currently resting in her arms. 
She would make sure of it. 
However apples still tend to fall close. 
The proof was right in front of her. 
And so she decided to give him a name. One, to her, that would mean bravery, kindness, and an unwavering refusal to back down. One that reminded her of affection and wanderlust and hope. One that she knew she would always revere. 
She would name him Arthur. 
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