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spidertalia · 7 months
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it's already september 25th where i am so i decided to jump at the chance to draw these two for @hetalia-rarepairweek !! + my best attempt at the 'comfort' prompt sdfgh
Day 2: Culture | Comfort
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arthurhonda · 7 months
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Hetalia Rarepair Day 1
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France x Russia Prompt: Cottage
“Achoo!”
Francis felt personally attacked by the bitter cold that bit his nose and his ears making them hurt as he walked besides his tall boyfriend through the snow-covered forest.
“Oh no! Francis, are you alright?” Ivan asks in a concerned tone as he offered Francis a tissue.
“I’m cold, and I can’t feel my toes anymore.” Francis replies as he blows his nose.
“That is because it is wintertime!”
“Why couldn’t we have gone in summer?”
Ivan was silent and did not respond. Francis pulled at his puffy coat and tried to pull it tighter around him to keep out the snow and the ice. He was cold, wet, and tired and they had been walking together for a while. Suddenly Francis felt soft fabric fall around his neck and looked up to see that Ivan had wrapped his scarf around Francis, leaving his own neck exposed.
“Wait, you’re going to be cold now!” Francis retaliates, attempting to take off the scarf to return it.
“I’ll be fine. Wear the scarf.” Ivan replies firmly.
Francis caves and does not fight the scarf. He can’t help but take in the scent of the scarf, noticing that it smells like Ivan. It’s comforting, despite Ivan literally being a few paces away.
After what felt like a millennium, they arrived at a small wooden cottage at the edge of the forest. It was surrounded by empty grassland. Francis shivered as the wind pounded against him more harshly than when they were in the forest.
“Good. We are here. I will unlock the door.” Ivan says gently as he rustles around in his pockets to find the key. 
He quickly unlocked the front door and the two men shuffled in. It’s cold and dark, but there’s plenty of firewood by the fire and it’s well decorated.
“You stay in here. I’ll go get the generator started.” Ivan insisted before shutting Francis inside the cozy cottage.
Francis shivers a bit, but without the wind, he feels a little bit warmer. He reaches up to undo his jacket and remembers that he’s still wearing Ivan’s scarf, and that he should probably return it, so his boyfriend doesn’t freeze to death outside.
As his hands touched the door handle, the lights came on in the little cottage. With the lights on, it seemed much brighter and warmer inside, despite there being no internal heating.
After a few moments Ivan came shuffling in through the door. He shook his body thoroughly, snow falling off of him like an avalanche. As his hair shook back and forth, Francis couldn’t help but remember why he fell in love with the Russian in the first place.
The moment was ruined by Francis sneezing again.
“We should get you warmed up now.”
“Now?!” Francis said in surprise with what he assumed Ivan was insinuating.
Ivan shook his head as he went over to the fireplace to start a warm fire.
“Not like that. I am cold and tired tonight. I simply wish to enjoy a fire, warm drinks, and some cuddles tonight, is that alright with you?” Ivan asked, looking over his shoulder at Francis.
Francis’ face softened as he wrapped his arms around Ivan’s waist.
“Of course. We came here to relax and enjoy ourselves. I would fight the world for you my love.”
“I can’t make a fire with you doing that. Go relax. I will take care of you today.”
“You spoil me.” Francis coos as he releases Ivan’s waist.
“Go sit. I’ll make a fire and then get us something warm to drink.”
Francis finally got the chance to take off his coat and snow pants and settle into the couch besides the fireplace. Ivan started the fire then hopped off to the kitchen, humming a familiar tune as he made something for the two of them to drink.
He closed his eyes for just a moment and melted into the couch. Before he knew it, he could hear Ivan carefully walking towards him, so he opened his blue eyes to a glass full of purplish brown liquid in a mug.
“Hm? What’s this?”
“сбитень”
“Sbiten?” Francis echoes back.
“It’s like Glühwein, but without alcohol.”
“No alcohol?”
“You’re picky about your red wines.”
“Fair enough. Give it here.” Francis says smoothly as he takes the warm drink from Ivan’s hands. He takes a sip and finds it absolutely delicious.
“I’m not complaining, but why are we all the way out here?” Francis asks as he replaces the scarf he borrowed onto Ivan’s neck before snuggling into the larger man’s shoulder.
“Well, I thought I’d show you the izba that’s been in my family’s name since the 1700’s.”
Francis looked around at the cottage in disbelief. Ivan laughed at Francis’ confusion.
“Well, not the actual building. It’s modeled after the original building that was built here, but it’s long since been remodeled. Still, my family built it in the same style as the original building to keep true to history. Plus, this place is very important to my family. I wanted to share that with you.
“I see.” Francis replies with a yawn. The warmth from the drink and the fire was making him quite warm and sleepy.
Ivan gives Francis a little kiss on the top of his head of blonde waves.
“Sleep for now. We can do more tomorrow.”
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maryeve-the-bitch · 10 months
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@luciality
yeah. you can thanks @koolkat9 for that lmao
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hetalia-rarepairweek · 8 months
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Day 1 (September 24) :
Royal | Cottage
Day 2 (September 25) :
Culture | Comfort
Day 3 (September 26) :
Mythical creatures | Celebrity
Day 4 (September 27) :
Folkore | Assassins
Day 5 (September 28) :
Historical | Meeting the family
Day 6 (September 29) :
Magical and Fantasy | Ghost
Day 7 (September 30) :
Free
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unhonestlymirror · 7 months
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September 24 Prompt: Royal | Cottage
Ukraine/Lithuania
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koolkat9 · 7 months
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Rare Pair Week 2023 - Day 1
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Prompt: Royal || Cottage
Rating: T
Pairing: CuCan
Word Count: 908
Read on AO3
Just You and Me
“You didn’t have to bring all those sweaters and pants,” Matthew tisked. More playful than judgmental, but still a bit nagging.
Carlos rolled his eyes. “Like I trust you when it comes to judging the temperature.”
“Hey!” He nudged Carlos’s hip. “Believe me. In the summer it may not be super hot here, but it’s just the perfect temperature. Especially with the sun. And we’re supposed to have a sunny week ahead of us.”
“You forget I like my heat.”
“Okay, okay. But please tell me you brought some shorts. It can get hot sometimes.”
“Your weather is unreliable in many ways, of course I did.”
“We can at least agree on that,” Matthew chuckled, wrapping an arm around Carlos’s waist. He kissed his cheek before guiding Carlos out to the porch.
The sun glistened off the peaceful waters just down the hill. Across the way, trees sat atop jagged cliffs across the way, shutting out the outside world.
“It’s no golden sand beach but–”
“It’s beautiful,” Carlos murmured in awe.
A faint blush crept across Matthew’s cheeks. He looked off to the side awkwardly. “I…uh…Thank you…” He coughed awkwardly before continuing: “Let’s get our swimsuits on and head down to the lake to cool off.”
Carlos smirked, pulling Matthew closer by his belt loops, nose brushing Matthew’s. “You definitely look like you need to cool off.”
Matthew leaned forward and kissed him. “You’re such a tease,” he muttered against Carlos’s lips.
After a few minutes of making out, then a few more minutes to get their swimsuits and sunscreen on before making a run for the water. Matthew dived right into the water, splashing Carlos with his waves.
Carlos stepped back, shivering at the impact. “Pinga!”
“S-Sorry…” Matthew grinned sheepishly. “Come on, just stick your feet in. The shallow water should be warmer.”
Carlos grumbled slightly, but how could he say no when Matthew looked at him with those big eyes and soft smile? He waddled into the water. Matthew was right, it wasn’t so bad though as he ventured deeper, it got cooler so he didn’t go any farther than where the water reached his knees.
Matthew pouted slightly and came closer. Then, his eyes brightened. “Wait! I have an idea.” He clambered out of the water and over to the nearby shed. Spending a good fifteen minutes or so in there, Matthew emerged with an inflatable tube. “Here. Lounging in one of these is probably the best way to spend the day on the lake.”
“Okay…” Carlos agreed warily.
With Matthew holding the tube so it didn’t float away, Carlos took a seat in it. He shivered again as the water hit his butt, but after a few minutes, he got used to it, leaning back and enjoying the sun on his face.
They spent the rest of the afternoon like that. Carlos relaxed on the tube, and Matthew either guided him around the little bay that was near their cottage or lounged in the water as they chatted. At some point, Matthew had started fishing. Carlos assumed it was for dinner. It was peaceful. Domestic even.
As Carlos suspected, They had fish that night. Nothing beat freshly caught fish, especially with Matthew so expertly seasoning it and pairing it with the perfect sides.
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Matthew peeked out the window as they finished up dinner. “Perfect timing,” he whispered under his breath.
Carlos squinted. What was his lover planning now?
He was led back down to the lake, and Matthew pushed a canoe into the water.
“Up for a canoe ride before we turn in for the night?” Matthew asked. His eyes shone in the golden evening, almost like an excited child.
Matthew rarely asked for things, and it was even rarer to get that light of excitement ignited like that. And yet, Carlos was starting to see it more and more since they started dating. “Okay. But I never rode one of these things, so you’re going to be doing most of the work.”
Matthew grinned. “No problem. Hop in!”
Matthew took them down the river. Or was it just a thin lake? It didn’t really matter in the end. They arrived at a clearing where the water opened up into a wider body, giving a clear view of the setting sun.
Splotches of yellow, red, purple, and orange ran across the sky, framed by the shadowy figures of trees.
“Up here is one of the best places to watch the sunset,” Matthew mused, looking up at the sky. “The trees and water…I don’t know…enhance it I guess?”
“I get it. It’s very beautiful. And the trees add to the sky.”
They sat there in silence until the sun disappeared behind the trees. The crickets and cicadas set the background music for the peaceful scene. It was as if only the two of them and the sky existed. But it was over far too soon.
Matthew leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Don’t be too down babe, we can always come back tomorrow. Perhaps I’ll take you to the waterfall instead.”
Right. They had two weeks for all the sunsets and canoeing. Carlos smiled widely. “I’d like that.”
Unfortunately the next day it was rainy and cold. No lounging at the lake, no canoe ride, and no sunset. But cuddling up on the porch with Matthew, watching the rain fall was just as cozy. After all, they were together, Carlos couldn’t ask for more.
Translation:
Pinga = According to the website I found (https://www.baconismagic.ca/cuba/cuban-slang-cuban-spanish/) said direct translation it means dick but is often used similarly to fuck/shit. Feel free to correct me if there is a more accurate cuban term for fuck/shit since I don’t know how reliable the website is lol.
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yeoldehetalian · 7 months
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💘 - What's the most obscure pairing you've got a soft spot for?
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Hetalia Rarepair Week 2023
Day 7 – Free day
Cameroon and Macau!
(the above is just a simple edit with canon art by Himaruya, the meat of the post is below:)
So, “Macaroon” eh? – more than just a dessert item, it could also be a delightfully obscure Hetalia rarepair! I've never seen anything with this pair before (maybe I just missed it), so I made them a bit of an introductory post.
There may be controversy over macaroons vs macarons, which word to use for which exact dessert, but here’s what shouldn’t be controversial – how good these two look together!   Aren't they just so handsome? 
But a ship should have more than just looks, right?  Of course! Let’s start off with some things they have in common:
-described as being like a “big brother”
-described as being easy to get along with/easy going
-both seem fairly relaxed, personality-wise
-despite the above, both have serious sides that can come out
-are tall
-wear glasses
-would be close to the same age
-both nations got their current English names via Portuguese traders/explorers in the 1400s-1500s
Other things I would like to bring to your attention:
Due to the Portugal connection, they may have been aware of each other for some time before they actually met in person. Maybe Porgutal introduced them to each other some how. Macau is much more closely tied to Portugal, though, I don’t think Cameroon has much of a tie except the history of his name – but I could be wrong.
I feel that these two would get along well even if they don’t share all the same interests. Some compelling contrasts here could be – Macau is expert at tourism with his economy almost solely dependent on it, and Cameroon is looking to increase tourism, so there could be some collaboration there.  Likewise, Cameroon has much more land, with a diversity of beautiful landscapes, lots of farming, animals, etc, something that Macau lacks (Macau is tiny, land-wise, despite his height!) so he might like to go visit there to relax in nature.
Cameroon seems like he is great with kids – he is seen playing football (soccer) with kids and seems to have a fun-loving side.  He also seems to be good with animals.  Macau was described as doing some toy manufacture (though in reality this seems to be declining) and being very hospitable, and he seems to get along pretty well with his neighboring nations/family. And both seem chill and easy going.  This all adds up to: potential to be a super domestic!  I mean, whatever you do, don’t envision Macau bringing out some delicious treats and drinks for Cameroon and all the random kids he was playing with outside all afternoon. It is just too adorable! Don’t think about Cameroon taking Macau out into his nature for a secluded picnic in the shade of a tree on a sunny day.  Surely you would not want to consider them just having the most chillax relationship ever simply because they are naturally so easy to get along with and have zero reason to interact in kind of antagonistic way as nations.
Unfortunately, there isn’t a huge amount of canon material for either of these two (You can find most of it by going to https://hetarchive.net/ and typing in a name in the search bar).  So I have a lot of unanswered questions, like what does Macau enjoy doing for fun/relaxation?  What are Cameroon’s interactions with his neighbor nations like?  What were they both like as young nations? Do either of them have “human” names?
That’s about all I have for you now, please give Macaroon some consideration!  Maybe you can add some headcanons in the tags.  Or send me some :D  Go for it!
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marsinout · 7 months
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sleeping😌
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@hetalia-rarepairweek Day 2: Comfort
They're sleeping ☺️
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folightening · 6 months
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Hetalia - Braport Set during Brazil's war of independence. Someone had assassinated Brazil; Portugal couldn't not go see him.
When he woke, there was a commotion outside the room. The light around him was too bright for his already aching head and he closed his eyes again with a groan. As he adjusted to living again the door slammed open. The sudden shouted jumble of his humans' language hurt his ears and he was grateful when the door slammed shut. Unfortunately there were footsteps across the floor and he considered pretending to still be dead.
"Lucinho. I know you're back."
The warm familiar voice convinced him to be alive again. Portugal was leaned over him, warmth in his eyes despite the frown. Even at war, there was no one he'd rather see first thing after waking.
"Your people tried to kill me," Brazil said.
"I know."
Brazil sighed at the pleasant feeling of Portugal's fingers through his hair. His touch soothed the lingering pain and comforted him in a way nothing else could.
"What was all that outside?"
"Your people thought they could stop me from seeing you."
Brazil laughed and took Portugal's hand, lightly kissing his fingers before placing it over his heart.
"You know we're at war."
"Our humans are at war. That has nothing to do with me."
Brazil closed his eyes again with a hum. As much as he agreed with what his humans were trying to achieve, as much as their collective feelings could affect his personal emotions, he still loved Portugal.
"How are you?"
"Alive. But I still feel dead. I might need a kiss."
Portugal snorted and shook his head.
"What am I going to do with you?"
But he did lean down. First he kissed his forehead, then his nose, then his cheeks, and Brazil was about to express his displeasure when Portugal finally got his lips. That was what he'd been missing.
Portugal withdrew before Brazil was finished, just far enough to lean his forehead on Brazil's. Brazil pulled the ribbon loose and combed his fingers through Portugal's hair. Playing with Portugal's hair always helped him feel better.
"How long was I dead?"
"Just a few days."
"Anything important happen?"
"A few battles ended in your favor."
"Good. For my humans."
Portugal laughed and straightened again. Immediately Brazil missed the intimate closeness.
"Your humans are determined, and fighting hard. Even harder after you were killed."
Brazil remembered the emotions that had surged through him as he fell. Panic, worry, anger. Shooting him had pissed them off more than anything. Given them another reason to fight. Personally, he'd been terrified.
"They haven't told me who shot you."
Brazil smiled and pat Portugal's hand. Of course they weren't going to. Whoever that human was, they had guts shooting him like that. Ordered to or otherwise. Brazil had thought any death he experienced would be at the hands of another nation. Not a human in the name of Portugal.
"I don't know what they hoped to accomplish. Surely they know we can't die."
"Sending a message. Or maybe they thought with the war, you would stay dead."
"And leave you in a world without me? I would never."
Portugal laughed and it was the best sound Brazil had heard in a while. Then he leaned down and this time, the kiss was more to Brazil's satisfaction. Until Portugal stopped with a sigh.
"I should be going. I don't want to anger your people more than I already have."
"What if I want my Afonso? What are they going to do about it?"
"Question how much you care about them."
"That's dumb. I love my people."
Portugal chuckled and pecked his lips again before standing.
"They won't see it that way. Now do what you need to do. I'll be waiting."
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nedrarepairweek · 8 months
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Debuting NedRarepairWeek 2023!
Mod: @egg2k16 & @gerswe
Date: Nov 19 - 25
Prompts: TBA
Please follow @nedrarepairweek and #nedrarepairweek2023 for upcoming information! :D
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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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arthurhonda · 7 months
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Hetalia Rarepair Day 2
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Romano x America Prompt: Comfort
“What the hell is this?” Savino asked loudly, gesturing the box in front of him.
“I was gonna make pasta.” Alfred replied innocently.
Savino scrunched up his nose with a large frown.
“I come all the way from Bari, and you’re making Kraft mac and cheese…and you have the audacity to call it pasta!”
“Well, why don’t you show me how it’s done properly.” America asks with a grin.
Savino grins widely and rolls up his sleeves.
“Just watch.”
Approximately 5 minutes later, Alfred found himself thrown out of the kitchen by an indignant Italian. He attempted to return at least twice but was met with the same fate every time.
Meanwhile, when he wasn’t throwing Alfred out of the kitchen, Savino went about making fresh pasta and a savory sauce to go with it. He had been in Alfred’s kitchen often enough that he knew his way around it, very carefully crafting a delicious meal. The only time he paused was to ask Alfred where something was before kicking the blonde out of the kitchen again.
About an hour later, there was a lovely meal with a lovely wine that Savino happened to find in the cabinet as well. The wine just so happened to be a nice Italian wine that went perfectly with the Braciole that he just finished.
With that done, Savino needed to have a little chat with Alfred. As Savino let him back in, Alfred rushed past him to take in the scent of the pasta dinner that was sitting on two plates.
“Smells great ‘Vino.” He said happily, completely disarming the brunette with his genuine smile.
“Al-” Savino tried again.
“I’ll go set the table!” Alfred shouted as he ran back out of the kitchen into the dining room to set the table.
This was yet another thing that tipped off Savino. Usually, neither of them wanted to set the table. Alfred seemed a little too eager today. Plus, the guy seemed pretty nervous for no reason. He also seemed very insistent to be the one who said grace.
Finally, Savino had enough.
“Alfred, we need to talk.”
“’Bout how awesome this food tastes?” Alfred said clearly attempting to avoid a conversation.
“If you’re not going to be honest with me…I’ll…do something.” Savino attempted to threaten, not being able to come up with a realistic threat towards the man he loved, but he stood up to make a point.
Alfred sighed and muttered something under his breath before stuffing his face with pasta.
“What was that?” Savino asked genuinely.
“I just wanted to eat your cooking.” Alfred finally responded, looking like a kicked puppy.
“Why all the fuss then?” Savino sighed tiredly. “Why not just say ‘Savino, can you cook tonight?’”
Alfred began poking at the pasta that was left on his plate.
“You’d say no. Your cooking is always so good, and I look forward to eating it. It’s like comfort food, ya know? I thought since you just flew in you wouldn’t want to cook, so I figured I’d have to trick you into cooking for me.” Alfred said sadly.
Savino brushed his hand through his hair in frustration. Had he really come off that way?
“Look damnit, if you want me to cook and you’ll do the dishes I’ll do it. So long as you’re not interrupting my siesta or anything stupid like that.” Savino replied in a grumpy tone.
“You’re not mad at me?” Alfred asked one last question, his bright blue eyes piercing into Savino’s heart.
“No idiot, I’m not mad at you. I-I love y-AAAH”
Savino was interrupted by a very excited American glomping him. He began half cursing the American out in surprise and attempted to peel the taller man off of him.
“You are getting pasta sauce all over my shirt!” Savino complained.
Still, Savino wouldn’t have it any other way though. He was spending a comfortable week with the man he loved, even if that man got pasta sauce on his nice shirt. The shirt could be replaced. These memories couldn’t.
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hermannsprecursors · 7 months
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Hetalia Rarepair Week day 5
I think this is my favorite one so far
Day 5: Historical | Meeting the family
Nyo!Prussia x Nyo!Lithuania
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I apparently am just taking this week as an excuse to draw hot women and toxic yuri. I suppose there are worse things. We live to have fun, you know?
Anyways uhhhh inspired by that war I guess. You know the one. 1400s. Crazy time.
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hetalia-rarepairweek · 3 months
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Welcome. This is the 2024 edition of Hetalia rare pair week. Please check the pinned post for the rules, banned ships and other important information.
Accepting prompts (send an ask) until 3rd of June 2024
voting on prompts from 3rd of June to 8th of July
Prompts reveal between 8th of July and 11st of July.
Event week between 11th of August and 17th of August.
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unhonestlymirror · 6 months
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Day 3: Mythical creatures | Celebrity
Відьма і Чорт
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Inspired by the old movie "Village evenings near Dykan'ka":
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yeoldehetalian · 7 months
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Hetalia Rarepair Week 2023 Day 5: Historical - America and Lithuania 1992 was a historic year for Olympic basketball for both Lithuania and America!
I've been wanting to try out make some shrinky dink standees recently so this was the perfect excuse :)
More info and images below:
1992?! Historical? Hopefully that counts. Anyway, in 1992 two things happened in the world of Olympic basketball:
Lithuania's story is way more compelling so we will go with America's first. 1992 was the first year that NBA players were sent to the Olympics, rather than more amateur players. This team was called the "Dream Team" and given how stacked they were they did go on to win the gold! By the way, at the previous Olympics in '88, the Americans were beaten by the USSR team which included several Lithuanian players...
As for Lithuania, this would be the first time that Lithuanian basketball players would be able to represent their own nation in Olympic basketball instead of playing under USSR, which was a huge thing! There were economic troubles at the time and it wasn't certain the nation would be able to send a team due to the cost of doing so, but they rallied the nation and other organizations/entities and came up with the funds. They went on to win the bronze, pretty impressive! You can find lots of articles and such about this online, or check out "The Other Dream Team" documentary/movie, etc. I think the NBA even put out a Lithuania-focused mini-doc recently.
But wait, there's more. One of the "entities" that helped fund the Lithuanian team was...the Grateful Dead. Yes, an American band gave them $$$. Yeah, we've reached the even more AmeLiet-ish part of the story. Apparently Jerry Garcia appreciated the Lithuanians' struggle for Freedom and Liberty. Also a New York(I think?) sports artist created a skeleton slam-dunking tie-dyed t-shirt that was like...the Grateful Dead meets Lithuanian flag meets basketball, ha ha. These shirts were sold at the Olympics and beyond to raise funds, and you can still buy them today. The shirts were popular at the Olympics and really helped bring even more attention to the Lithuanian team, especially when they wore them while accepting their medals! Check out some pics online, it is AMAZING.
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As for the standees, they are wearing their nations' '92 Olympic uniforms. Their numbers are just their independence holiday dates. They are made with the "ruff n' ready" shrinky dink plastic and Prismacolor colored pencils. They were pretty easy to make and I love them. I hope to make them some basketball-court looking stands, but that will be a bit more complicated. Someday...
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