#aph-neighbors

[gremlins-hotel]

alfred rocking some different flight jackets (nerd stuff under cut)

The flight jacket, an iconic piece of any aviator's outerwear. Before they ever became symbols of fashion and the 'exalted' place that came with the occupation of pilot, the flight jacket as we know it was first made for function. Aircraft of World War I and the earliest designs were open cockpit machines, and many would remain that way in the Interbellum. All that to say this paramount paraphernalia's original purpose was to keep an aviator warm in the sky.

Keep in mind that the images above may not reflect every specimen of their type. Jackets differed in design by manufacturer, production block, and even by the military branch (Navy jackets also often have a different name) & unit ordering them. A great example is the wide range of looks for the quintessential B-3. My apologies in advance for them being all American designs. I would love to show off some of the British flight jackets, but I would rather do a little more research (and practice drawing Arthur more)!

A-1 (1927-1931) A thin leather jacket designed for lower altitudes and made with a flattering fit high on the waist, the A-1 was the kickstart to the wide variety the Army Air Corps would come to know. The A-1 had differing designs between the Navy and the infant Air Corps, and early A-1s are distinguished by having seven buttons and a knit collar, which later models did not keep. However, later models did retain the knit waistband and cuffs.

A-2 (1931-1943) The direct successor to the A-1, the A-2 quickly replaced its older brother. This is one of the more recognizable jackets from the States after becoming the standard for the Air Corps in the early 1930s. The quality of the jackets would fall due to wartime rationing, with early designs of horsehide and silk becoming goatskin and cotton, however, the general look remained. The A-2 was still primarily for open cockpit designs, lower altitudes, and warmer climes. Identifiable from the A-1 by its snap-down leather collar, zipper, and varying shapes and sizes of a hook-and-eye clasp at the collar to close it.

G-1 (1938-present) This looker would replace the A-2 in form and function during the 1940s, first becoming popular with the Army and Navy before being adopted by USAAF. Originally named the ANJ-3/AN-J-3 the jacket gained its new designation by the time the Air Corps caught on. The G-1 came with a mouton collar and a bi-swing back to allow for greater arm movement, meanwhile, it lacked the over-zipper 'wind flap' of its predecessors. A keen eye for pop culture might realize that this is the jacket from the 1986 hit Top Gun.

B-3 (1934-1943) Ah, the B-3! Commonly known simply as the "bomber jacket," the B-3 was made with a high-altitude bomber in mind, unlike previous designs. Incredibly bulky and lined with sheepskin the B-3 was made to keep crews at 25,000 feet above from freezing in their unpressurized cabins, with many such as the early B-17 Flying Fortresses possessing open waist gunner ports. The wide collar could be closed with two leather straps and the jacket did not come with the famous knit waistband or cuffs that others did. "The General" was a B-3 design made specifically for General George S. Patton, who popularized the B-3 outside of the Air Corps. (The B-3 had a slimmer cousin - the B-6 - designed as the 'quality of life' inside bombers improved, such as pressurized cabins.)

B-7 (1941-1942) Short-lived, the B-7 Parka was manufactured for pilots operating in the brutal cold of Alaska. However, not much is known of it due to its limited production. In fact, the B-7 was discontinued swiftly due to its high manufacturing cost. Either way, the B-7 is a funky one-off that is easily distinguishable from the lineup by its three-quarter length and coyote-lined hood.

B-15 (1944-1954) The infamous green flight jacket that many today typically know as the "bomber jacket". The B-15 quickly replaced its older brother, the B-10 (1943-1944). Like other designs it had many variations. Similar to the G-1, the B-15 shared the same pocket design and lack of a wind flap, yet the B-15 was cloth with a mouton collar and a knit waistband and cuffs. The shell was produced in a range of materials including nylon and cotton-rayon. It was lighter weight and far less warm than its sheepskin predecessors and spoke to the advancements in aviation technology. A quirk of its design that soon became standard was the designated pen pocket on the upper left arm.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

#hetalia #aph america #hws america #alfred f jones #hetalia headcanons #historical hetalia #alpha romeo tango #gremlin's things with wings #alfred f. jones // daring to fly #back at you guys again with an aviation-flavored infodump #as the owner of an a-2 jacket i must sing its praises for i have taken many a glorious nap within its shell #someday i'm going to be that weird old neighbor with a bunch of weird shit like flight jackets in my closet just for the shits

[mcnjushcge]

WHEN will hima let china and vietnam interact.  can he stop drawing white people for five minutes and at least let them stand next to each other in a panel

#aph china #hws china #wang yao #yao wang #aph vietnam #hws vietnam #hetalia #how are you gonna have iceland of all ppl repeatedly interact w indonesia and not two literal neighbors w thousands of years of history

[todaysromano]

03.14.2024

Today, Romano went on a lovely walk at sunset.

#today's romano #hetalia #aph romano #hws romano #03.14.2024 #late post #remember when i said i wouldnt clean yesterday? #yeah i finished deep cleaning my apartment #and it was 100% bad for my health #this morning i only had the energy/ability to feed my cats #neighbors brought me a can of soup from the store #and opened it because i physically could not #I'm doing a bit better now #and probably will continue to get better throughout tomorrow

[eruverse]

It all went from there.

Mongolia (half OC at this point; he only had a faceless silhouette in the canon) and Kazakhstan (OC) are able to have a mostly human relationship without much the political baggage because when they meet each other, it's usually as simple humans these days -- usually in festivals, or when Kazakhstan goes to visit the Kazakhs in Western Mongolia. They have similar likes and habits given the similar culture, and they also have a similar background. Their languages are different but they can understand each other well.

#hws #aph #hetalia #oc kazakhstan #aph mongolia #my art #so close yet so fat yet so close #we should have been next door neighbors #russia and china mentioned

[opticfile]

𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝, 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡

—✦ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 // you hate him, he thinks you're the best of friends. what happens when one interaction dissolves the irritation and you're left hopelessly falling for him?

✧ inspired by @lonelyrosegold's post

—✦ 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 //Alfred F. Jones (APH America)

—✦ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 // cubicle office work, halfway enemies to lovers, swearing, slight angst if you squint, fluff

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Alfred F. Jones.

The F stands for Freedom.

The poster boy for American charm, the devout former boy scout with a wide, toothy grin that screams Hollywood, the man with a voice that sounds the way butter melting on hot pancakes feels (and God when it dips into the slightest southern drawl when he’s talking to someone from the south).

The man of your dreams, the man of your nightmares.

Your coworker.

Him and his overzealous joy, the oblivious airhead attitude that he sports with pride as he obnoxiously babbles on about this or that while you're trying to get paperwork done. Alfred seemed to have a knack for getting on your nerves, making the corners of your lips twitch downwards and your heart speed up as your anger and irritation build. He’s the only man you’ve ever known that could get you so worked up and ready to explode in annoyance within 5 minutes of a conversation. 

And his cubicle was right in front of yours. You shared that thin little barrier wall that did nothing to muffle his sickening giggling, not to mention the fact that when he stood up he could lean right over the top and look down at you. If you had a nickel for every time he’s tossed some paper over the top, you’d be retired and vacationing in the Bahamas, reveling in your life being free from the infection that Alfred proved to be. He was like a computer virus that you accidentally downloaded while trying to pirate a movie, the one that you just can’t get rid of no matter what you tried, you just can’t shake it and it always comes back to haunt you. Alfred F. Jones was your personal virus.

When you were trying to scan documents, Alfred always seemed to be peeking his head around the corner before breaking into that grin that made your skin crawl every time you saw it. He always just wandered over to you, one of those little paper cups that you get from the water coolers in hand, probably empty but still held tight as if it was glued there. He’d languidly stride into the room and greet you, too oblivious to see—or just outright ignoring—the way you exhaled sharply the moment he opened his mouth. Your brows furrowed together and your fingers tapped the machine in front of you waiting and waiting until the moment you could excuse yourself.

You wondered if he was dumb on purpose or just genuinely that 0blivious to every sign and every signal you’ve sent him to indicate “Hey, leave me alone!”. You wondered if he even noticed the way you frowned or fiddled your fingers in impatience, the way your voice snapped back at him when he said something you didn’t like. You wondered if he even cared, he took everything you did in stride, he tilted his head and smiled a little wider, and laughed at your snarky remarks.

You wondered why you cared. Or why you hated him so much in the first place. Everyone loved Alfred. He was the office’s good boy, he was the mascot, the star player, and the coach. He had friends worldwide, and his charisma and humor captivated everyone who he interacted with.

Everyone but you, it seemed.

Alfred was intrigued by you, in a “I wonder what they’re all about” kind of way. The day you plopped your beat-up cardboard box down on your desk and he popped his head over the wall to see his new office neighbor was the day he vowed to get to know you as more than just that. At the very least, he wanted to be on good terms.

That's why Alfred took every glare and snarl and jab like a champ, that’s why he stood there like a stone wall, refusing to crumble under your pressure as he kept that dreamy airheaded grin right on his face. That’s why he asked you all those stupid questions that annoyed you like “What’s your favorite insect?”—for the record, he remembers you said it was bumblebees—until you’d give in and answer so he’d leave you alone (he never did). The two of you were friends in his heart, in his mind, and in his ideal little world that he dreamt about when he went to sleep.

He made little doodles of your favorite things, the things he saw you smile at and collect and look at the most, he balled up the paper and tossed it over between tasks. He wondered if you collected them and unraveled them and looked over them fondly, he wondered if his artistic skill was chipping a crack into the stone walls you’ve challenged him with. He hoped that you took them home and put them up on your fridge like moms do with their 1’st grader's art—because let's be real here, Alfred is not drawing a hyperrealistic rose, he’s drawing a circle in the corner of the paper with sun rays and glasses because it's silly and makes him smile. 

He hopes it makes you smile too. 

He wishes he saw your smile more often. 

Maybe he should become funnier to get you to smile more.

So when he’s on call with Gilbert and Matthias playing Call of Duty and he makes them laugh he thinks back to you and wonders if the same joke would make you laugh. And so the next day at work he busted out with a joke that felt just slightly out of context and made you scrunch your nose in confusion because what does that even mean? That’s when Alfred cackles because he really butchered that and the way you stopped in your tracks to process what he said made his heart smile.

He thinks you’re cute when you're mad, and you think he’s irritating when he’s happy. Your coworkers wonder what cruel plans fate had when it set up this office drama like it's a Sims 4 playthrough and its “Flirt” interaction just got waved off. Seeing Alfred standing up with a knee on his desk and his arms folded over the barrier, looking down at you fondly and you returning him with a cold shoulder and a roll of your eyes was almost comical. 

“Are you excited?” Alfred chirped.

“For what?” You muttered, clicking and clacking at your keyboard as you made a spelling error every 5 words—why are you having a hard time typing, Alfred is just so distracting it hurts.

“The party!” His smile grew, pearly whites on display.

“You mean the banquet,” You glanced up at him with a judgemental look, “the work event that is mandatory. It’s basically just another work project.”

“Awww, c’mon, I know you’re excited.” He winked at you, “Have some fun with it, sure it’s for work but there’s free food and people and we get to dress fancy!”

“We dress formally for work too. You’ll probably just wear the same outfit, tie and all.”

He looked down at his pizza print tie, “What’s wrong with my tie?”

“Back to work, Jones.” A voice echoed from the other side of the room.

“I’ll see you there.” Alfred whispered, slowly sliding down the wall for dramatic effect.

The clacking of your keyboard became more aggressive as you finished out your email, hitting send and unclenching your jaw as you took a deep breath. You rested your chin in your palm and idly scrolled through your inbox full of already read emails, mind flooded with thoughts about that damn banquet that you just had to go to, the one that Alfred would undoubtedly be tailing you at all night.

A ball of paper landed right on your keyboard.

You’d be damned if you let Alfred F. Jones ruin your night and get in the way of your career. You worked so hard for this, to be able to have this opportunity at the banquet and to be able to hopefully impress a certain someone with your practical skills, maybe then you could get a different job and be free of your office nightmare.

You tossed it in the small bin beside your feet.

You brought the rim of your glass to your lips, sipping slowly as your eyes scanned the crowd. Where is he? Wandering from place to place, conversating with group after group, your social battery was draining and wow these shoes are not as comfortable as you thought they were. You rocked onto the balls of your feet as you downed another glass of water—drinking anything else would put you out of your conscious misery and probably create a problem bigger than you were equipped to fix.

Alfred’s loud, imposing voice could be heard through the noise of the crowd. He was making those stupid business jokes with old people from other branches again, the ones that were so bad that the 60-year-old man dressed in all black thought were the funniest jokes he’s heard since his 30s. You snorted to yourself and rolled your eyes before feeling guilty for being so judgemental and bitter. 

His baby blue eyes—the ones that seemed to hold all 50 of the stars in the American flag—made their way to you, you who was standing there holding an empty cup as you itched your shoulder and looked around in anticipation. What were you anticipating? Who were you anticipating? Was it him? What if it's him? Ok, time for him to make his way over.

“Hey! Fancy seeing you here~.” He nudged your shoulder.

“Alfred.”

“The one and only!”

“I’m um,” Your eyes flittered from Alfred’s form to the black hair on the back of his head, “I’m kind of waiting for someone, it’s important so I can’t really-”

“Dude, have you tried those cookies Elizabeta brought?” Alfred interrupted giddily, “They’re crazy good, let me grab you some, yeah?”

“Sure, whatever.” You muttered. Anything to get him out of your hair, “Excuse me.” 

Your shoes tapped against the smooth floor as you made your way to catch up to the black-haired man. You slid your glass onto one of the server’s trays like a scene in a movie, that felt cool, did that look cool?

“Sir?” You called, “Sir, it’s Y/n L/n!”

The man stopped in his tracks and turned on his heel, eyebrow raised as he scanned you up and down.

“Ah, yes, hello.” He hummed, “I’m in a bit of a rush so if you could make this quick.”

“I just was wondering how you liked my report.” You smiled eagerly, “I emailed it to you last week, I was wondering if you were able to look over-”

“Let me be straight with you. You’re a bright employee, but that report was just… messy.” He glanced at you with disgust, “It wasn’t what I’m looking for, it was amateurish, I don’t see a future for someone like you in this field.”

“What?” 

“I don't see a future for you in this field. Maybe you should stick to your… whatever it is you do.” He grimaced, “I think it’s best we leave it at that. Please contact me through my assistant from now on, my personal business email is for my real business inquiries.”

Meanwhile, Alfred was wondering where you had gone. You followed that guy pretty eagerly, who was he? Alfred caught a glimpse of your form slithering out of a door sneakily, your hand brought up to your face, and this look in your eyes that made him frown deeply in his place. He clenched the napkin full of cookies in his hands just a bit harder and- Geez, he always was a bit stronger than he realized. That’s fine, he’d eat the broken one and give you the whole one. Crumbled or not, a cookie is a cookie.

He hummed to himself as he made his way to the same doorway, an unsettling worry pricking at his heart. Alfred doesn’t recall ever seeing you look so defeated. Generally, you kept a straight face throughout the entire day he saw you. Sure, sometimes you’d scowl but that’s just how you were, you must just be having a bad day or maybe you’re irritated with some work stuff. Maybe he was bothering you a little, it’s in his nature to be excited. He wondered if you preferred chocolate chip or oatmeal—don’t worry, he got both—as he turned the corner and followed the tap, tap, tap, of your shoes.

You weren’t oblivious to the person walking behind you, you heard their heavy steps and cheerful pace and you rolled your tear-filled eyes because wow you hated the idea of people being happy right now when you were feeling so miserable. Your dream, your way out, your life’s work, destroyed by a man who wouldn't even spare you more than a glare and a huff. You continued until you found yourself in a quiet, secluded hallway with no one around but a janitor far off in the distance too busy mopping to notice your slight sniffs and sobs.

The quiet was interrupted by footsteps getting louder, were they following you or something? You scowled as you slid down the wall and plopped your ass on the cool tiled floor, knees to your chest, arms holding them there securely. Secure was the last thing you felt right now, but that’s beside the point.

“Y/n! Finally caught up to ya, I got the cookies you wanted and-” Alfred stopped his sentence the moment that he rounded the corner and saw you glancing up at him looking so hurt and sad and just the slightest bit confused. “...Oh, geez, I didn’t mean to uh…”

“...” You looked away from him, wiping your eyes, “I’m not in the mood, Alfred.”

Ignoring that, he plopped beside you.

“What’s wrong?” He looked at you through his crystal clear glasses, the ones he treated with such care because the last time he cracked them he had to wait a month before getting a new pair and his vision was constantly spiderwebbed or blurry. 

You remember him walking into the office that day, that wide child-like smile plastered on his face even though the entire left lens of his lifeline to sight was practically shattered. How did he always stay so positive?

“Alfred, I’m not gonna vent to you about this.”

“Why not? I’m a great listener,” He nudged you, “C’mon, tell me.”

“It’s- I just,” Your browline creased, “I worked really hard on something and it got rejected, like, painfully rejected.”

“What was it?”

“I wrote up this whole report to impress Mr. Wilson and he probably barely even look at it and trashed it.” 

“What? That sucks, why’d he do that?”

“He said it was amateurish.”

“But you worked so hard… I remember you stayed late a few times working on something, I read it over your shoulder, and,” He smiled sheepishly, “I thought it was good. Mr. Wilson should just buzz off!”

“Yeah, well, Mr. Wilson doesn’t share the sentiment. He just brushed me off and glared at me and spat his words at me like he’d rather be doing anything else than even look at me…” You sniffled, a fat, pathetic tear sliding down your cheek.

“I’m sorry, I know what that’s like.” He sighed.

He knows what that’s like.

You snapped your head to him, he looked down at the cookies in his hands with this distant, bittersweet look in his eyes and oh you were a piece of shit. 

“Alfred…” The tears welled up like the water in a dam, threatening to break through and flood. “I’m so sorry.”

“Huh?” He looked over at you, eyebrows furrowed, “For what?”

“For everything. I’m such a jerk.” You sobbed.

“Hey, hey hey hey, don't cry!” He leaned over to wipe the tears from your cheeks, his hands gentle and fingers calloused and rough, “I didn’t mean it like that, really, I’m sorry for making you feel bad.”

“No, I’m sorry for making you feel bad! You’ve been nothing but nice and I just… I can’t believe how much of a dick I am!” You dropped your head into your hands, waves of grief flowing through your veins, you were utterly distraught. It felt like you just gained consciousness and realized how you were treating him.

“It’s not your fault, c’mon, don’t beat yourself up.” Alfred frowned, pulling your hair behind your ear in a cliche manner and resting his hand on your knee. “I think you need some fresh air and a cookie.”

After everything you did and every jab you threw, Alfred was still right next to you, comforting you and rubbing your knee, and caring for you in such a genuine way that it made your heart ache.

You sobbed even louder.

“Can I get two pork tacos and a beef burrito?” Alfred rocked from heel to toe as he stood at the food truck window, his breath visible in the cold air. You rubbed your hands together to generate heat, a futile attempt not to freeze to death while waiting.

You smiled at Alfred as he walked over with the receipt, his own smile growing at the sight. 

“I come here all the time after work,” Alfred said as you both slid into the bench seats, “The food is crazy good.”

“Cool.” You hummed, “Is this the place you were telling Arthur about last week?”

“Yeah! You heard that?” He grinned, “Honestly, I doubt Arthur could handle the heat. I don't think he eats anything but beans on toast.” 

You giggled, “He is pretty bland, huh?”

“Are you kidding me? I’ve known that guy practically my whole life and the only time he gets any ‘flavor’ is when he’s drunk, and even then his ‘flavor’ is still vanilla.”

“That’s crazy!” You snorted, “Drunk Arthur sounds like a nightmare.” 

“Oh yeah, but the stories I get to hold over his head make it a dream come true.”

You took a bite of your taco, face scrunching at the sheer intensity of the heat from the spice. You didn’t exactly expect it to set your entire mouth on fire, and you sucked out the water from your straw like you were a dehydrated man who’s spent weeks crawling through the desert. Alfred stifled a chuckle as he took a bite of his own, his face not changing from that dopey smile.

“This is way more spicy than I was expecting- How are you just eating this like it's a cupcake?” You sounded horrified.

“My spice tolerance is peak, what can I say.” Alfred downed the taco in two more bites. “Trust me, the more we come here the more you’ll get used to it.”

We.

You kicked a rock along as you and Alfred walked down the street, basically just walking around the block of the office building where that stupid banquet was probably still going on. You snuggled a little deeper into Alfred’s coat. The bomber jacket he loved and cared for and probably would still be wearing in 40 years, the one he lent you because you looked a little cold and he swore he had a good temperature tolerance so he’d happily freeze his nips off if it meant you kept cozy.

“This was nice, thank you, Alfred.” You stopped by your car door, fiddling to find your keys and unlock it.

“Of course! It was really nice to actually spend some time together,” He laughed, “I’ll see you at work on Monday, yeah?”

“Of course.” You opened the door, standing behind it and smiling one last time at him. “Call me.”

Alfred’s grin couldn’t get any wider. 

You were curled up on your couch, Alfred’s coat still hanging over the back of it from your little outing Friday night.

You were consumed with conflict.

The sitcom on your T.V. did little to distract you from your thoughts. What was happening to you? How did one night make you go from hating him with your entire soul to suddenly looking forwards to seeing him? You used to dread seeing his name in your notifications, but now even just his last name being mentioned in any emails brought this fluttering feeling in your heart. You looked forwards to seeing what tie—the ones you used to hate for being so childish—he would wear on Monday, would it be that one alien print one or the hot dog print one? You looked forwards to seeing his blonde hair pop over the barrier and his blue eyes beaming down at you. “Hey, neighbor!” He’d say, it used to make you groan, but now you were smiling goofily just thinking of him saying anything to you and what is happening?

You ground your teeth together as you stared blankly at the T.V. screen.

Your Sunday morning conflict grew into a Monday morning crisis. As soon as you sat down at your desk and you heard Alfred shuffling you immediately thought “He’s here!” like you were a housewife hearing your husband’s keys jingling at the door. You needed help, you needed therapy, and you needed to be sedated because this is not normal.

The way you smiled up at Alfred when he popped his head over the wall was not normal. The way you laughed at his dumb jokes that you’d usually roll your eyes at made your coworkers stop in their tracks because Y/n L/n is laughing at Alfred F. Jones’s jokes and this is real. The way you caught the paper ball in your hands and saw a little bit of sharpie marks on it and unrolled the paper to reveal a doodle of a bumblebee and you smiled down at it made you think you needed to check for brainwashing. The worst part? You folded it neatly and put it in your pocket and took it home. 

Elizabeta glanced at you as you both were getting a cup of coffee. You yawned as you stirred your cup with one of those wooden stir sticks and swayed back and forth. She was dumbfounded, you’d never looked so at peace at work and especially not after talking to Alfred.

“What’s with you?” She giggled.

“What’d’ya mean?” You hummed, looking up at her, eyes practically sparkling.

“You’ve been acting so weird. Where is the Y/n I know?” She gaped at you in amusement.

“I don't know what you mean,” You giggled, “I feel fine, great even.”

“That’s the thing! You of all people never feel great when Alfred is within a 12-mile radius.” 

“I um, I guess I’ve had a change of heart.” You smiled.

“More like you grew a heart,” She rolled her eyes, you swatting her shoulder in offense. “I swear it has to be opposite week.”

“Oh come on Liz! Like I can’t be nice to someone, hm?”

“But Alfred? The guy you hated the moment you saw him? The guy who makes your skin crawl.” Her tone was teasing as she looked at you accusingly.

“He still makes my skin crawl, ok, just… Differently.”

“Gross! You’re in love with him!” She gasped.

“Keep it down!” You scolded.

“Y/n, it’s obvious.” Elizabeta smiled, that warm motherly smile that she flashed at you when you were down, that knowing smile because Elizabeta just seemed to know you better than you know yourself.

“I guess, I’m still just figuring it out, ya know?” You sighed, “I don’t really get why I feel like this after hating his guts.”

“Well, how did he make you feel back then?”

“Like… Every time he spoke to me my heart sped up because I was just so irritated with him, and I hated hearing his voice because it just made my skin crawl, and his stupid face was so distracting, I just wanted to punch it so badly.”

“Right… and how do you feel now?”

“...Every time he talks to me my heart…” You mumbled, “speeds up. And his voice…and his face and-”

“Are you sure you ever hated him in the first place?”

You clicked away at your keyboard, staying late at the office to do this or that—definitely not to avoid going home to your fridge full of Alfred’s doodles. You rubbed your face and groaned, your life turned upside down because two weeks ago he really cared for you and made you swoon and now you get heart eyes when you think about him. 

A knock on your desk snapped you out of your trance and you were met with- Speak of the devil, Alfred F. Jones. Mr. Jones. How does Mrs. Jones sound… no, stop that. Don’t be like that now.

“Hey, I can give you a ride home since your car is broken down.”

“Alfred, you’re a lifesaver.” You smiled dreamily, “I hate that stupid bus. I just can’t believe my car really just gave out on me like that.”

“I can take a look for you! I have a knack for that kind of stuff.” He smiled. You remembered the callouses adorning his palms and realized that yeah, this guy definitely works with his hands. What was he doing in an office cubicle? 

“You don't have to! I appreciate it though.”

“Nonsense, anything for a friend.”

A friend.

You bopped your head to the music in Alfred’s car, said man loudly singing California Girls like he is a California girl himself. You giggled with him as he pulled into the McDonald’s drive-through, another place he frequents after work. He placed the bags on your lap and grabbed both drinks, setting them in the cupholders. The smile that was plastered on his face perpetually made you melt a little every time it was directed at you, and the way that he subtly rested his hand over yours while you drove home made your stomach do backflips.

The jingle of your keys was all that was heard besides Alfred’s light humming as he held the food and drinks and followed you into your home. You told him to just set them on the counter, and after Alfred took one look at your fridge—or rather, what was on your fridge—he was filled with this sense of pride and happiness. Few thoughts bounced around his head, but right now he felt like he was jittering up and down from the sheer force of the rapid-fire thoughts going through his mind. 

Alfred liked this, he liked you, maybe a bit more than he should. The way your knees brushed as you ate your burgers side by side on your couch and the way that you smiled over at him after a funny moment on the T.V. and the way that it felt so right to be there next to you. All of it was so much, so fulfilling for Alfred.

“We’re pretty great together, huh?” He grinned over at you.

“I guess so, yeah.” You leaned your head onto his shoulder, arms wrapped securely around his. This is not just coworkers being coworkers anymore.

“Maybe we should be together more often then.” He blurted, your head snapping up to look at him, “Uh- Sorry, I meant-”

“Maybe you’re right.”

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[somnas-writes]

Dante and Aph headcanons bc they deserved better than what [she who shall not be named] gave them

Dante and Aphmau are the closest in terms of age. (Both being early twenties)

This results in them being so annoying when together

They bicker about everything, push each other, steal from each other.

They got close during the adventure to save Logan from the Eastern wolf tribe, and now won’t leave each other alone.

Dante’s favorite way to annoy Aphmau is to push her then run away as fast as he can.

He often hides behind Garroth or Logan when she chases after him

They gave up on trying to get him to stop

Aphmaus favorite way to annoy Dante is to steal his swords and cape, then walk around with them and pretend to be oblivious when he confronts her

Theyre not allowed to sit next to each other during dinner because once Aphmau smacked Dante in the face with a piece of bread

He knocked her out her chair in retaliation

They make eye contact a lot during serious moments

Once during a small skirmish Garroth got thrown into a well and they made the mistake of looking at each other

Aphmau cried from laughing so hard and Dante couldn’t walk properly

Sometimes when Aph is lonely she wakes Dante so they can go sit and watch the stars together

Dante visits her when he can’t sleep, they always end up trying and failing to bake something

They gossip a lot

Like a lot

Dante is the first to hear about drama from neighboring villages

In return he tells her about gossip from his time as a knight in training

They do each others hair

They have sleepovers and do karaoke when bored (Dante is better at singing than Aph and it makes her salty)

#mcd dante #mcd aphmau #minecraft diaries #minecraft diaries headcanons #mcd headcanons #they seriously deserved better #in my head the ending of season one never happened #they’re siblings your honor #I love them sm #my pookies #first post :) !! #in honor of the 8 year anniversary #is this fandom even alive rn #pls pls interact guys 😭😭 #on my knees begging #somnas.writes #aphblr

[ellavei]

I love how Hima canon APH Spain reading French love stories and then blushing about it 😭😭😭

excuse-moi, you are literally so open when it comes to s3x but still feel embarrassed when your French neighbor reads a love story before you sleep huh??? 😭😭😭

#If you guys want to read is chapter 277 HWS #aph spain #aph france #frain #he says that French love stories are so complicated but still this man will love telenovela in the future #Frain with their romantic sh1t 😭

[mcdbrainrot]

MYSTREET

[ summary ] mystreet rewritten !

[ genre ] slice of life , hopefully some romance

[ warnings ] cursing ,

[ status ] aha.. ha.. she's a little dead </3

[ updates ] whenever possible ! but slow ;;

[ start ] 220817 [ finish ]

profiles : aph + roomies | the boys 😎 | neighbors |

[ 💌 prologue ]

[ 💌 chapter 1 ]

[ 💌 chapter 2 ]

[ 💌 chapter 3 ]

#aphblr #aphmau #aphmau redesign #aphmau mystreet #nana ashida #aphmau katelyn #aphmau nana #mystreet rewrite #aphmau dante #aphmau garroth #aphmau laurance #garroth romeave #aphmau zane #zane romeave

[ame-sea]

blorbo bingo! sweden and finland!

SWEDEN

let me tell u for a very long time i was like "yeah he's okay i like him" but this year i have been especially in love with him. thinking about him makes me feel so comfortable about my own socially awkward behaviors and also helps process masculinity as something more soft and gentle than most men in media. super awesome guy to look to as i grow up and get older and need to conceptualize what i want to be as an adult.

i appreciate more recent fanon iterations of him so much. i think now that we're all growing out of our 13 year old twink yaoi fujoshi phases, we're all exploring what it really means to look and act like a grown ass man LOL. i think he really truly fell victim to the "here's our gaybies" back in the day and, also because the nordics are so minor, he's been so void of personality in fanon works. like he's always just kinda There. always around do be The Guy Seen With Finland.

but he's got so much personality behind that stern-seeming face. like, man, he's just got autism guys he cant mask to save his life. im excited to share the version of him in my head with everyone because he's so interesting, and has so much going on in that little head of his, so much in that lil heart too. im so glad everyone else is coming around to it as well. i hope those of us around continue to do him justice and rectify the sins of our past.

FINLAND

it is not that i dont give a shit abt aph finland but i think nobody does him right, not now and not ever before, and ive not done much thinking about who i wish he was. i think he is Fine in canon, but just a little bit boring. i wish he was a bit more standoffish, had a bit more of an edge to him. he's been so yaoified so feminized and while neither being gay or feminine are bad, i think it has really come at the expense of who he Is as a character and as a Person, and also as a representative of a culture!

he also tends to be relegated to housewife and it drives me crazy genuinely. stay at home dads are awesome but not when it's bc kids feel the desperate need to make a gay relationship look like traditional straight relationships in media.

for both of these guys, i just wish they were more complex on their own, and not viewed solely as extensions of each other.

their relationship is super awesome though they are endgame fr. their banter, the quiet domestic love, soft glances and knowing so well how each other communicates.

i think i also hate the sufin + sealand household dynamic everyone has created. and i have to preface this by saying the basis of every fic i have ever built or planned or written or fantasized about has been about them. like okay. i just think. they would not be traditional parents. they are so uncle core. casual friendly hands off uncles. sea is like the neighbor's kid that comes over every night for dinner bc his parents work graveyard shifts and he always forgets his front door key at home, and while you're not ready to be a parent, you help him with his homework and make sure he eats his dinner and teach him how to swear in languages his parents dont understand. (also sufin + sealand has a chronic lack of ladonia which is so very upsetting! they would be so funny forced to be in the same house so often.) sufin (and the nordics as a whole) is so build a relationship from the ground up vibes, and their sense of family is absolutely about building a space with those around them. found families not by chance but by forging deep relationships and care for each other over time.

i think the need for sufin to be so 'traditional white cishet american parents' core stems a lot from general ignorance and homophobia that stained fandom culture for so very long (and honestly still does) and it pisses me off to no end. i demand so much justice for them.

#blorbo bingo #aph sweden #aph finland #sufin #i love them so dearly but the portrayals of them piss me off to no end

[myrddin-wylt]

APH Latvia: crybaby, APH Ukraine: crybaby, heck I even heard Ireland was gonna be a crybaby at some point, what the heck Hima has against those countries ಠ_ಠ

I mean, he's a nationalist of a country with a history of colonizing and bullying its neighbors. it's not super surprising that he doesn't think much of it tbh.

#ask #anon #hetalia meta

[dearestones]

Hetalia Matchup: Ukraine

Warnings: Fluff. 

Anonymous Request: Hello can I get a romantic matchup for hetalia? I have shoulder length dark brunette hair,I have grey eyes and glasses, I’m pale and a bit on the chubbier side and I’m around 5’6, my hobbies are baking, playing farm simulators like stardew valley or dating sims (because I’m a weeb), I also like studying history a lot and am like a walking encyclopedia for europes history, I also like fluffy animals think rabbits and cats, I like those color by number apps too when I get bored tbh, I like spicy or sweet foods the most, my zodiac is cancer, and my favorite character from the series is aph canada

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After going through the description that you gave me, I’m happy to say that you matched with Ukraine! 

Ukraine absolutely loves everything about you. She thinks that you’re cute and will absolutely lift you up and praise you if you think terribly about yourself. Glasses, for her, makes a person ten times as attractive and since you’re already pretty… Oooh boy, she definitely really loves you!

Ukraine is a very maternal person and it shows through her main love languages: acts of service and spending time together. When she realizes that you love to bake, she’ll be over the moon! She’ll bring up traditional recipes, ask about your favorite pastries to make, and then move all of her scheduled meetings to another day just so that she can spend an entire day baking with you. 

Spicy food isn’t too common in her country, but she’s willing to try out new cuisines just for you! Do note, however, that she can be a bit sensitive, so you might have to finish her plate in case it’s too overwhelming. 

She may not be too interested in video games, but she likes to watch you play! She thinks that the farm simulators are cute and will be pleased if they happen to have relevant farming knowledge that she herself already knows. Once the both of you get to know each other better, Ukraine might even ask Estonia to help with her technological skills so that she can game with you. 

You like European history? That’s amazing! It would warm her heart if you also know a thing or two about her since she’s not as well known or as renowned as her brothers or her much larger and more well established neighbors. 

As a lover of all things cute and fluffy, Ukraine definitely agrees with you. All animals are deserving of love and if the both of you are willing, maybe the both of you can adopt a cute kitty or some other cute animal that would suit both of your needs. 

Overall, you have a pretty good match! When Ukraine loves, she loves passionately and deeply. Just be mindful of her sensitive nature and the both of you will be just fine. 

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HETALIA AXIS POWERS/WORLD SERIES MASTERLIST

#hetalia #hetalia ukraine #aph ukraine #hws ukraine #hetalia axis powers #hetalia world series #aph #hws #hetalia matchup #character matchup #ukraine matchup #dearestones #devintrinidad

[hetaologist]

APH Germany & Edelweiss (Romance Headcanons)

He's a very traditional German man when it comes to romance.

He's not a flirtatious man, so getting his attention would be a bit of a challenge.

It can be difficult to tell if he is interested in you, (due to his stoic manner) but don't worry. He'll just tell you upfront whether or not he's interested in you. No holding back.

Make sure before you come up to talk to him, have a legit interesting conversation to talk about. He does not do small talk and thinks of them as a waste of time and words.

If he compliments you, take it. It will be a very rare occurrence. Not because he thinks less of you, but because he sees them as things that only give out when he truly means them. Making them very genuine and heartfelt.

Also, if he asks you out for lunch at 11:45am, you better be there at 11:45am, sharp. He doesn't appreciate late dates, as he sees them as people who don't respect his time.

Now, don't expect him to hold the door for you or pay for your meal, that's just a cultural thing, and he doesn't see it as being disrespectful. He treats everyone as equals.

Don't be surprised by his honesty and bluntness, seriously. He will lay that shit down with zero problems.

"So, how have you been, Germany?"

"Well, I have not been sleeping lately because the foreign neighbors have NOT BEEN QUIET PAST 2200 HOURS! Those damn Italians are too loud, also my dog took a Scheiße on my floor and had to clean it up. Then those fucking upstairs neighbors were walking around too much and they dropped a wine glass AN EINEM SONNTAG! Gott in Himmel..."

Yeah...use the whole 'How are you?' question sparingly.

Anyways, he's an extremely rational person. So don't even think about playing hard to get or any mind games. He'll just leave.

However, if you are honest and genuinely interested in having a serious relationship with him, he's all on board.

After a couple of dates, he'll invite you over to his home for 'Kaffee und Kuchen' time.

His house is extremely cute and charming. A Fachwerkbau-styled home with a flower box off every window that's filled to the brim with colorful flowers.

"Willkommen."

Before you walk into his home, he hands you a pair of slippers. Please, take off your outdoor shoes before coming in or you will face his wrath.

Once you sit down at the table, he sets down his homemade cake and you a cup of coffee.

These discussions will usually consist of politics, world events, personal achievements, work, and of course, the noisy Italian neighbors.

"I have something for you..." He gets up and pulls out a wooden box. He pulls out a small white flower from the box.

"It's an Edelweiss."

This little white flower has a special and important meaning to him.

It's a symbol of purity and bravery. Men and soldiers would trek the dangerous and snowy Alps and risk their lives just to find this flower to give to their loved ones. It symbolizes their devotion to their partner, as they would travel the mountain and back just for them.

By handing you this flower, he's showing that he truly loves you.

"You are a good person. I like the conversations that we have been sharing and the respect you give me. Seeing this positive trend in our dates, I was wondering if you wanted to take it further and be my official partner?"

#hetalia #aph germany #hetalia germany #hetalia headcanons

[one0p1nk]

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This is your ticket to go on a ramble of anything that’s on your mind or anything you want to go ahead and share! Lore, creations, thoughts, anything that’s interesting you lately.

Dyanthus ocs getting designed. I came up with some ideas for them hehehehe- feel free to ask random stuff in the dyanthus blog btw

Got into the that's not my neighbor Fandom because the game is so dystopia concept I luv it BDBDBDBD

Came back to sonic Fandom after I saw a fox and named it tails for the other time....

Trying to think of aph Palestine oc design, doing some research on clothes.

I wanna build some kind of stardew valley/harvest town like map in minecraft /lh

#pins speaking

[eruverse]

Dating style

Mongolia isn't allergic to commitment, but he's just used to a more open and casual kind of relationship. Kazakhstan is absolutely allergic to not having a semblance of control in basically anything, though.

Kazakhstan might sound stern, but he's pretty fair and respectful of Mongolia (who's also basically his elder). Mongolia is chill and okay with any direction his partner lays out provide it doesn't get too restrictive, and he's never afraid to speak out otherwise. Kazakhstan is a basic Asian boyfriend though.

#hws #aph #hetalia #oc kazakhstan #aph mongolia #my art #we should have been next door neighbors #so close yet so fat yet so close

[tyiaunia-harris]

Aph Palmyra Atoll 🏖🏝🏄‍♀️🎵

Name: Puanani Aheahe Jones Age: 124 (physically 14 year's old) Personality: Sweet, Shy and Fierce. Puanani is another neighbor of Hawaii and is also very close to her as both were apart of The Kingdom Of Hawaii before her death and their adoption into the United States. Puanani is very close with Hawaii and the two have very close bond and she's also close with her other siblings and family member's. Puanani loves playing video games, playing her guitar or surfing in her free time, her puppy Pilikea and her red-footed booby named Kalani. Puanani works with local groups to make sure her island is safe and clean for visitors and is very friendly until the death of Kingdom Hawaii is meation or Hawaii is upset then a spear will be meant with your throat. She also rides in her scooter to help deliver her infamous kebabs or her hand made sea shell necklaces to residents in Hawaii. Likes: Her friends and family, music, food and playing video games. Dislikes: Being forgotten, Her friends or family being hurt and treasure being taken away from her. Qoutes: "Hey, my name is Puanani Aheahe Jones nice to meet you." (Her introduction) "I found some cool stuff under the water to be added to my collection!" (To her family showing off her new treasures) Aph Palmyra Atoll 🏖🏝🏄‍♀️🎵

#aesthetic #hetalia #aph hetalia #america #mine #do not steal #alternate universe #please don't steal #palmyra atoll

[trinrose3]

What's are your current fandoms?

What's your biggest pet peeves regarding shipping?

Do you have plans for your OCs beyond July tumblr stuff?

How was your day? :3

im trying to avoid being ”in” a fandom for right now (I don't want to get sucked into the doing it for likes and stuff like I feel like I did for aph also there's just way too much drama 😮‍💨) but I guess dsmp and the owl house are stuff that i scroll through every once in a while

oooo i feel like I got Quite A Few lol. i really hate it when one person is infintalized especially in MLM ships. When things that are SUPPOSED to be platonic are taken as romantic. Like they might not necessarily be related but their still family and it's kinda gross to ship that lol (HUGE issue in the aph fandom lol). Toxic and unhealthy relationships being shipped for ship reasons is also kinda yuck. Like it's fine as long as it's not done to romanticize it you know? Uhh when its Real People that's a big no no. Some other stuff that I probably cant think of at the top of it head lol.

For The Neighbors I don't think so? I would LOVE to get some of my other oc stories publicized tho! I think I'm TOO emotionally attached to The Neighbors and fear other people like Fucking It Up to want to pitch it lol. At most maybe make like a webtoon of it or smth but I don't like making comic nor do I have the patience for it lol

It was good thanks for asking :}

#My phone does NOT like it when I type on Tumblr anymore #It lags like CRAZY