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precipi-nation-blog · 5 years

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Scenario: The cup clattered to the floor... (Nordics)

Warning: Swear words

Denmark:

... As you rushed to the sink to wash your mouth out.

“What the hell was that?” You spat between heaves of the awful concoction that Matthias had offered to you.

“An Irish car bomb?” Your reaction had turned his otherwise exclamatory phrase into a question, whilst he moved to rub your back. You finally coughed the last of it up, and used the spray nozzle of the sink to wash the remaining taste out of your mouth. Once the offensive taste had retreated, you raised your head from the basin of the sink to glare at Matthias.

“That was not an Irish car bomb! What’d you put in it?” You demanded, and the once-bold Nordic fiddled with his collar in response.

“Well, I didn’t have any of that Irish beer, so I substituted some of mine. And I couldn’t find any cream stuff either, so I put in coffee creamer.” He explained, looking at you through his eyelashes in hopes that you’d go easy on him.

You weren’t entirely sure that you wanted to know what his other stand-in was, but your mouth moved before you could get ahold of it.

“What ‘some of yours’ did you use, then?”

At this, Matthias smiled proudly.

“Only the best there is: Pilsner!”

Matthias’ smile was quick to flee the premises when he saw your face drop into one of disbelief.

“You used Pilsner? You used a Danish pale lager, instead of an Irish black stout, such as, I don’t know, Guiness, the only beer you’re supposed to use to make an Irish car bomb! And don’t get me started on the fact that you used coffee creamer instead of Baileys! Do you not realize that Baileys is just another alcohol? Just because it’s a cream alcohol doesn’t mean you can just dump some sugary garbage into a shot glass and make an Irish car bomb out of it!”

While he only paid about half an ear to your rant, Matthias lent both eyes to the passionate luster in your own and was quickly enveloped in the fire they possessed, warming him down to his bones with affection for you. Quick to stop you before you could rant for another half an hour, he reached a hand out and cupped one of yours.

“Want to go out so I can treat you to a real Irish car bomb?”

“... Sure.”

Finland:

... As opposed to the garbage can, where it was supposed to go.

You sighed in disappointment and got up to put it in its place, unwilling to litter in such a beautiful area. Padding back over to where Tino waited with an amused smile, you grumbled a half-hearted demand for him to hush before continuing on the path with him.

The silence, pierced only by the noise your boots made as they beat down the snow underfoot, went unbroken by purposeful sound. It was a little ironic, Tino thought to himself- The whole point of getting out of the house was that you two wouldn’t make noise and rouse the others from their slumbers, seeing as you both had happened to get up early. But now that you were outside, the two of you were as quiet as was nearly impossible in the house.

It was anything but unwelcome to either of you, though. And without sharing a single word, the two of you came to agree on that fact, and allowed the hushed air to continue its rounds undisturbed with your own waves of sound.

Perhaps it was because of this respectful pact with nature that it granted you sight of things typically hidden from those outside of its residence. Your walk was punctuated with appearances of all walks of life, from gray owls preening themselves high in the evergreens, to a family of deer picking out the sparse greenery hidden in the folds of white. The most that either Tino or yourself did, though, was motion to it with a smile. There was something pure, some kind of sanctuary here, and neither of you were willing to invade it.

Along the way, your head ended up propped against his shoulder. Wordlessly, Tino capped it with his own, and on you went to experience the magic of the forest together.

Iceland:

... And shattered against the tile.

“Shit!” You shouted under your breath, frozen where you stood. Emil rolled his eyes at your behavior and grabbed a broom from a closet, quickly returning and handing it off to you.

“It’s not a big deal, just clean it up. I doubt you woke anyone up anyway, they all sleep like logs.” More annoyed by the noise you produced than anything, Emil leaned back against the counter, staring out the gap between the curtains in the kitchen window.

“Hey, you’re the one who wanted to do a midnight raid for hot chocolate,” you offered, trying to escape the blame while sweeping up pieces of what was decidedly your mess.

“You’re the one who suggested it in the first place!” Your companion shot back, crossing his arms.

Unable to find any kind of comeback for the blatant truth, you sighed out the last of your indignation and threw the shards of the mug into the trash can.

“Sorry for breaking your mug.” You looked guiltily back at Emil, tapping the dustpan against the bin to get the last bits of ceramic out of it.

Emil’s eyes flicked over to you, frosted back over with his usual composure.

“It wasn’t even my mug.”

“Oh.” You returned. Lacking anything to say, and having finished your task, you set your tools down and joined Emil in slouching against the counter.

After about fifteen seconds of staring at the white curtains, you ejected a “Hold on,” moving forward to push them out of the way of the chilled glass.

Emil watched silently as you did this, as you opened up a portal to a vast, unending nebula of stars, accompanied by a peeking sliver of the just-past-new moon.

And just as silently, when you settled back at his side to join his vigil, he slipped his hand in yours.

Norway:

... Along with the rest of your careful stack of dishes. You dragged a hand through your hair in irritation, bending down to pick all of them up, biting back a choice word or two for the loud- but thankfully unbroken- glassware. You had just gotten the last plate into the sink when you heard the kitchen door swing open, and you knew exactly who it was.

“You can make more than one trip between the sink and the dinner table, you know,” Lukas started.

“It’s faster this way,” was the utterance with which you chose to defend your actions, as you plunged your hands into the soapy water and began to scrub.

“Not when you spend ten minutes every time picking up all the dirty plates, cups, and silverware that you drop all over the ground.” The man who was apparently deemed the backseat dishwasher quipped.

You didn’t bother continuing the argument, knowing that he would win one way or another. Instead, you huffed into your shoulder, scratching your chin against it in place of your wet, occupied hands.

Reading the mood like the book he had set down moments ago, Lukas decided to drop his very one-sided debate as well, instead walking over to join you at the sink. Rolling up his sleeves, he set to work on rinsing the dishes that you had scraped clean.

“It’s not your turn to do the dishes,” you pointed out. With a wry smile, you added, “And it won’t get you out of your next turn if you help me.”

“I know,” he replied. “I just wanted to help you.”

“Weren’t you reading, though?” You turned to him with this question on your lips, and he looked over at you once he saw your pivot in his periphery.

Taking one look at you was all he needed to confirm his decision to abandon his novel on the couch. With just a glance, he found every story he’d ever want to read written on your person.

He nodded, and turned the plate in his hands under the tap, washing the suds off the back.

Sweden:

... Once your arm jerked to the side to stretch. Your tired eyes could barely keep up with the speed that gravity lent the mug, but it definitely had your attention when the coffee inside of it spilled out.

“Ah, damn,” you muttered. “I’m sorry, Berwald.”

The man sitting across the table from you simply set his own mug down and moved to grab some paper towels, quick to sop the dark sepia tones up from the lighter wood of his kitchen floor. Not needing to be asked, Berwald poured you another cup of coffee, mixing with it just what you liked before handing the fresh brew off to you.

“Thanks,” you mumbled into the rim of your cup, rearing your upper lip to blow at the surface before taking a sip.

“You can go back to bed,” the introvert suggested as he settled back down, picking up his own mug and disrupting the still surface of the coffee with his own long draft.

“No, I want to stay up with you,” You protested, rubbing an eye and sitting up straighter as if to prove to him that you could.

“You said that fika is an important thing in Swedish culture, and if it’s important to you, it’s important to me. Plus, I looked it up, and you’re not supposed to do it alone. If...” You trailed off to look blearily behind you in an attempt at reading the microwave. “... 3:30 is when you want to fika, I’ll do it with you!”

Berwald gave your drowsy figure a long stare, while thoughts poured over his internal dialogue like your previous cup of coffee over his clean floor.

“I’m glad that you care enough to get up early and fika with me. And you look very cute, almost falling asleep into your coffee like that. Should I say that? ... No, too embarrassing. I’ll say it later.”

In the meantime, though, he afforded you a small smile, and that was better than any dream you had missed.

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mtmono · 4 years

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Hetalia s/o requests!

Lol hey fam I’m new to this stuff but I wanna start a Hetalia&s/o headcanon page thing since everyone’s pages are so cute, so if you were to send in requests with six characters max that would be lit. Also no nsfw cause I’m saving myself and children from both inappropriate shiz and crappy writing aha. Also I’m really bad at writing headcanons for 2ps but if ya really want it for me I will do my research and deliver uwu. Okay that is all please send in requests ahhhhh

#Hetalia #HetaliaHeadcanons #HetaliaImagines #Hetalias/o #Hetaliaaph #aphhetalia #Ihopeimdoinghastagsrightlmao

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nations-imagined · 5 years

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The sky was as blue as it would ever be. You sat on a bench outside a bus station in England with your luggage tucked behind your legs. Busses rumbled to life as you sat there.

War swept across Europe, and you found in inescapable. One bombing from the Germans after another. You were scared to sleep at night. You thought that maybe, just maybe, you could find someplace safer.

That’s why you were at the bus station. You thought that you could go north. Disappear for awhile.

You kept your head down and watched some ants march across the armrest of the bench. You really weren’t in the mood for talking.

Until someone sat down beside you. Out of all the benches, they pick the one with you. Just your luck, too. Hopefully they were just as tired as you.

“Beautiful day, isn’t it?” They were loud and happy and so not British. Stupid Americans. All the more reason to leave. They set up shop and had yet to leave.

You look over at the man. He was tan and blonde and tall and big. Everything about him screamed look at me! And it was hard not to. “Uh, yes, it is.”

He pushed his glasses up on his nose and looked over at you. “I’m glad all the rain is over with! Now I can go back up!” He pointed at the sky. You noticed his bomber jacket and rolled your eyes.

Pilots. They were the worst. They were always the cockiest. “Oh, well, have fun.” Hopefully your bus would be there soon. Then you could get out of the awkward small talk that you were trapped in.

He looked you up and down, and you watched him from the corner of your eye. “Hey, where are you going?” He pointed at your suitcase, and it was hard not to notice how rough his hands were.

You moved your legs until your suitcase was covered some more. “Away.”

Bloody nosy Americans.

“Where to?” You finally looked him the eye, and they sparkled like the ocean on a clear day. You felt your cheeks heat up before turning away.

“Up north.” He wasn’t entitled to any information about you. Why answer? You wouldn’t remember him in a few weeks or maybe even days.

“Aw! Now don’t be so secretive!” He clamped down on your shoulder and crossed his legs. “Where are you going to?”

His touch made you freeze. “I don’t owe you any information.”

His smile never ceased. Could he not read the mood? “Are you afraid because I’m a stranger? How about I tell you my name? It’s Alfred F. Jones with the United States Air Force!”

He gave a tiny salute. You crossed your arms and huffed a little bit. Stupid people were your biggest pet peeve.

Alfred waited before saying, “Now is when you would usually tell me your name.”

Just then, a bus rolled up. Your bus! You jumped up and grabbed your suitcase. “It’s (y/n), but that doesn’t matter because you’ll never see me again!”

He stood beside you. “Did you ever think that this was my bus, too?” He walked towards it. “Come on. I’ll let you have the window seat!”

#aph america #hetaliaimagines

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hetaimagine · 7 years

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What would the 1p allies (including Canada because hes left out a lot) do if they found out that 1p Russia could do full pointe ballet?

((When you forget password to everything for like a year))

Of course, America will tease him so much about it, not knowing Russia will full pointe kick his ass.

Most of the other countries will just star at him in awe, while he perfects full pointe in every way possible.

France does it with him, England is screaming in the corner. China is very confused on how a man that is over 6′ can hold his weight on the tip of his toes.

Dont fuck with Russia in full pointe. He’ll kick your ass all while doing the most perfect ballet ever.

((Such an late answer, I have no excuses am sorry ;^;))

#hetaliaimagines #hetalia

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heta-stuff · 5 years

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★ Dating ____ Would Include ★

Iceland - Emil Steilson

- You could be literally married, and he’d still blush every time you kissed him.

- Mr Puffin loves to tell you embarrassing stories about Emil. You love it, but poor Emil goes crazy every time.

- Emil still has nightmares. He never mentions them and gets particularly upset if they’re brought up. If you turned a blind eye to them, he’d be very grateful.

- He’ll start off awfully shy, but once he becomes comfortable enough around you, he’ll shower you in little kisses and hugs

- His kisses never last long, but they’re always sweet and meaningful.

- Once he’s super comfortable, he’ll begin calling you “elskan mín” [my love, my darling]

- Emil is always worried that Lukas’ overprotective tendencies would scare you away. However, if he approves of you, Lukas would back off a little bit and give you both space

- He’s used to being the youngest and the shortest. If you’re younger or shorter than him, you will never hear the end of it.

- But if you’re older or taller than him, he’ll get pissed off every time you mention it.

- He hates being sick more that anything. If he’s ever got an illness, be prepared to have to deal with a mean, sleep-deprived, whiny 5-year-old boyfriend.

- However mainstream or niche your hobbies are, Emil is impressed by every single one of them.

- Emil’s idea of a date is often Netflix marathons with tons of blankets snacks. He’s down to watch almost anything as long as he can hold you close.

- He tends to bottle his emotions up. If he’s ever feeling down, you won’t be able to tell at first glance. However, if you know Emil well you’ll easily notice the dullness in his gaze and his scrunched-up frame. It’ll be very hard to coax him into opening up, though.

- However, he’s very attune to your emotions and can always sense how you’re feeling, no matter how well you conceal it.

- Emil pretends to hate it when you give him affection. If you try to hug or kiss him he’ll act all flustered and annoyed, but secretly he absolutely adores the attention.

Norway - Lukas Bondevik

- Taking long, long walks in nature is when you’ll see Lukas really come to life. He seems to perk up and become chattier when he’s away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

- Behind his shy facade, Lukas is surprisingly talkative with those he trusts. Be prepared to listen to all the random facts he’s gathered over the years.

- He 100% tells his trolls everything about you. They’re like a family to him.

- Lukas likes spoiling you. He’s always coming home with random gifts that reminded him of you.

- If you want to date Lukas, you have to be alright with comfortable silences. Sometimes his social-battery burns out and he needs total silence for a while.

- He loves to cook, but he’s not very good at it. If his s/o was good at cooking, he’d shyly watch them until they asked him if he wanted to help.

- Meeting your family would be absolutely terrifying for him and he’d make excuses to try and get out of visiting them. However, when he does meet them, he’s perfectly fine and calm, and your parents would have no idea he was so anxious.

- Surprisingly, Lukas would have a preference for extroverts. He’s painfully shy and would lean towards a s/o who can keep a conversation going and help him break out of his shell a bit. Just don’t drag him to huge parties with lots of strangers…

- It would absolutely amazing for Lukas if you got along with Emil.

- Lukas isn’t fond of throwing pet names around carelessly. He’d probably call you by a nickname of your first name at first. Once you’ve been in a committed relationship for a long time, though, he will refer to you as “min kjære” [my dear]

- If you wanted to get a cat, Lukas would 100% approve, no questions asked. He absolutely adores cats oh my god. You’d go to the shelter looking for one, and come back with about five. His favourite cats are fluffy ones - Norwegian forest cats are his favourite, of course.

- Dogs are a different story. He’s secretly terrified of dogs (although he won’t let you know that) and it would take a lot of coaxing to get him to agree. However, he’d probably warm up to the puppy straight away and it would become his baby. He’d end up loving it. He would prefer smaller dogs until he got used to them, though.

- Lukas shows most of his love for you through simply asking you how your doing. Even little things such as “how was your day?”, “did you sleep well?”, and “did you eat?” are ways in which Lukas is showing his love for you.

- When it comes to physical affection, Lukas is very, very shy. You’ll be the one initiating the vast majority of hugs, kisses, hand-holding, and any other affectionate actions. However, he absolutely adores affection - especially cuddling. If you do initiate a cuddle, he’ll hold you as tightly as he can and bury his face in your soft hair.

- He’ll never tell you this, but he still sleeps with a stuffed animal. It’s a really old but pristine pink bunny. He keeps it well-hidden, but you ever mentioned it he’d get super flustered and embarrassed.

Denmark - Mathias Køhler

- Mathias absolutely adores PDA. If his s/o likes it too, he’d be absolutely ecstatic.

- Whether you’ve been dating for days or married for years, his passion never dies out. For Mathias, he falls in love with you every single day.

- He hugs you from behind, and if you’re shorter than him he’ll rest his chin on your head.

- Kisses you at every single opportunity. And everywhere on your body. Your hands, your lips, your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your neck, anywhere he can get at.

- Mathias leans towards exciting dates - think amusement parks, roller skating, winter sports, and super-competitive bowling. He loves to be constantly active and thrives off adrenaline, so you’ll see the best of Mathias in circumstances where he gets to jump about.

- If you’re ever feeling sad, Mathias will be prepared with a specially-built pillow fort, two mugs of hot chocolate, and a ton of your favourite films.

- Completely unrelated; he’s amazing at building pillow forts for some reason? Like, his forts will be tall enough for you to stand in, and they’ll be super stable - you could spend all day in one. You always ask him what his secret is but he’ll never tell.

- He loves to bake, and you will be his Personal Taste Tester.

- Also, he gives you treats at every occasion. Birthday cake, Christmas cinnamon rolls, Easter hot cross buns, and sometimes just “hi [y/n] I made too many Danish pastries do you want 16 of them?”

- Pet names start pretty quickly in the relationship, with “min prinsesse” [my princess] and “min skat” [my treasure] being his favourite terms to use.

- He likes to wind you up by trying to get you to pronounce Danish tongue twisters, and then crying with laughter when you fail. [Unless your Danish. If that’s the case, he’d see how fast you could say them.]

- Mathias would never say no to a pet. He seems to prefer dogs, but that’s only because they match his energetic personality. He especially loves big, active dogs. He wouldn’t say no to a cat, but it would be hard for him to leave the cat alone sometimes. He’d get used to it eventually.

- Mathias is one flirty boy oh lord. He’s always yelling some kind of pick up line down you ear - yikes.

- Sometimes Mathias gets really restless and rowdy. This could potentially irritate his s/o and they should be aware of this.

- Please, please, please enjoy physical activities such as sport. You don’t have to be any good at it, but Mathias adores sport and if you enjoy it too, he’d love to spend time doing sports with you.

Sweden - Berwald Öxenstierna

- Berwald is a man of few words, but he loves to write heartfelt, poetic letters to express his love for you. He used to hide them, but one day you found them, so nowadays he just hands you them directly.

- He loves woodworking. He also loves you. The result? Lots of handmade wooden gifts from Berwald.

- If you were patient with Peter and Erling, he’d really appreciate it.

- You find post-it notes all around the house with silly little puns and doodles on them.

- “You’re my significant otter” “I have so mushroom in my heart for you” “I love you a latte”

- If he ever has to go away on nation duty, he will call you as much as possible. He’s addicted to your voice.

- Berwald gives the best hugs. He’ll hold you tight and run his fingers trough your hair as he rests his chin on your head.

- You will be the one to initiate kissing. No doubts about that.

- But after a kiss Berwald will press his forehead against yours and whisper sweet nothings.

- He likes to hold your hand a lot, but finds it hard to initiate anything more than that.

- He calls you a lot of Swedish pet names, but “mitt hjärta” [my heart] is his favourite.

- Sleeping in the same bed as Berwald is almost perfect. He’s silent, still, and sleeps like a baby. The only issue is his size - he’s so tall that he practically fills most of the bed aha.

- Berwald gets super jealous, super easily. In his mind you’re way too good for him, so he’s prone to get jealous over the smallest of things.

- What he lacks in words he makes up in actions. He’s always doting on you to show his love - wether that’s

- If you’re dating Berwald, you’re his best friend. Nobody comes before you.

Finland - Tino Väinämöinen

- For Tino, Christmas [and all of its celebrations] begins on the 1st of November. Good luck.

- Tino’s chatty, but he doesn’t really mind whether his s/o is an introvert or extrovert. As long as you’re happy to put up with his constant rambling, he’s content.

- Hanatamago will be weary of you at first, but quickly warm up to you.

- He calls you his “rakas” [love]

- Laughter will be a core value in your relationship. He loves a good laugh and he’s do best with a s/o who will appreciate his sense of humour.

- If you’re ever sick, he will wrap you up in a blanket and put reruns of the Moomins on whilst he gives you your medicine.

- He enjoys teaching you random Finnish words as a joke, but is really impressed once you remember and begin to use them.

- He truly is a sweetheart. You’re on his mind 24/7 and he loves to compliment you. He constantly dotes on you - akin to a mother - and is prone to spoiling you. No matter what he’s doing, he’s always thinking about you.

- He loves cuddling his s/o. Big spoon, little spoon, he doesn’t really care. As long as you’re pressed up tight against him and he can hold you close, Tino’s happy.

- Tino tends to get insecure at times - particularly at night. He’d appreciate a s/o who would understand and comfort him as opposed to mocking him.

- He’s super sweet, really, but if somebody hurt you, they’ll be taught a lesson. [A lesson that may or may not result in hospitalisation.]

- Please, please, please enjoy saunas and hot tubs. They’re Tino’s absolute favourite places on earth and he’d love to take his s/o to one.

- Bonding with the other Nordics would be essential for anybody who wants to date Tino. He cares deeply about his family and would find it extremely upsetting if his s/o and family didn’t get along.

- Be prepared to receive tons of texts, Snapchats, and phone calls when you guys are apart. Deep down, he has a dead of being forgotten and this is his way of dealing with that. He also does it because seeing your replies genuinely make his day.

- Tino loves winter and will happily partake in any snow or Christmas-themed activities with his s/o. Be it baking, snowball-fighting, snowman-making, skiing, or anything of the sort. He just loves the cool snow.

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awesomehetaliantrash · 8 years

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Say No to Flipping Tables

Imagine the Nordic 5 having a groupchat, and someone, maybe Iceland, being so done with this countries' shit that he'll say

Dammit! flips table ((for additional effects)) (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

And then Sweden lecturing him in Caps Lock about not flipping his tables (babies), and then

flips table back I'm done.

┬──┬ ノ( ゜-゜ノ)

#hetalia #imagines #hetaliaimagines #aph sweden #nordic #nordic five #aph iceland

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allthingshetalia · 4 years

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❤I just found your blog last night and I am in love with it and how you write all the characters! I'm fairly certain I've already read all your posts and they are all fantastic.❤ I especially love how you portray Canada and I would really enjoy some writing on his more dominate side. Could I please get a scenario of a heated makeout session with his s/o or just some headcanons of Canada being a dom? (P.S. : I hope you are happy, healthy, and doing well.) Much Love, Canadian Anon

💕because you are so fricking sweet and I don’t have a lot of Canada on my blog I’ll do a scenario and headcons💕and who doesn’t love a hockey dom daddy💕

Pull his hair

That gets him going

He loves to bite and kiss your skin

Especially when it’s cold and your body heats up because of his kisses

His favorite thing is when you are trying to be quiet and your just whimper into his shoulder

He will make your legs shake

He prefers to be on top of you- instead of you ontop of him

It will take a little convincing and a few times in bed for him to actually be rough with you

He growls when he gets really into it

Not a big fan of dirty talk but will throw a few lewd statements when you are at your peak

Loves foreplay

And doesn’t mind bringing a few toys into the bedroom

His favorite position is you on your back with your legs over his shoulder

He likes it because he can watch every little action you do

Will pamper the hell out of you after

🇨🇦❤️🇨🇦❤️🇨🇦❤️🇨🇦❤️🇨🇦

“Eeeek.” You squealed as you were thrown onto the bed. Your body bounced against the mattress and you flinched as your bare body laid against the cold comforter.

But your temperature rose quickly again as a hand grabbed your leg and a mouth placed small quick kisses from your ankle up. Your hands instinctively went to grip his long blonde hair and tugged him close. He ignored your pull and continued to place kisses on your thigh and nipped at your skin once he reached the very end of your thigh. Turning his head he placed a light kiss against your pearl before sitting up and grabbing both of your thighs and pulling your lower half against his.

He was still standing at the edge of the bed. You knew that as soon as he would lean over you, his large frame would cover your body entirely. His broad shoulders quivered lightly as you pushed your hips forward and skimmed against his large buldge. You went to sit up but he quickly put his hand behind your head and gripped your hair softly pulling you back down.

You grabbed his arm and pulled him so he was leaning over you and quickly pressed your lips against his.

He smirked softly and pulled away making you whine.

Grabbing the back of your thighs he pushed you up farther on the bed. He quickly went back to leaning over you and pressed another hard kiss against your lips.

His hand traced your waist and darted between your legs causing a loud whimper to leave your lips. He only laughed and the used his other hand that was up by your head to softly massage your scalp.

You pulled him against you as much as you could and used both of your hands to keep his face against yours. Your lips moved in a perfect sync even though you paused every other second to moan or whimper.

“Mathew, please.” You murmured. You placed a couple of quick kisses against his lips before going back to a full make out.

“Please what?” He grinned.

“You know what.” You grumbled. You ran your hands down his chest stopping at the band of his boxers and tugged at them signaling what you wanted.

“But Maple, I’m just getting started.”

#allthingshetalia #hetalia headcons #hetalia x reader #x reader #canada x reader #canada headcons #aph canada #canada hetalia #hetaliaimagines #hetaliaimagineblog

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precipi-nation-blog · 5 years

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I suppose I should introduce myself, huh?

I made the great decision of hesitating to make this blog so long that I ended up creating it right in the middle of the Great Hetalia Discourse of 2019, so I’m sure this’ll go swimmingly.

I’m... Uhh... Not sure yet, honestly. I see so many blogs with cool admin names but I don’t know what to call myself. So I’ll just let everyone else decide. Anyone who sends in a request or something can just come up with a name for me, and I’ll pick one that I like.

Speaking of requests, there’s another point to this post:

Rules

I write imagines/scenarios/fan fiction (really can’t tell the difference) for country x reader. I don’t do country x country ships.

I write match-ups as well, but you’ll have to tell me a little about yourself to do that. I don’t have specific requirements, just whatever you’re comfortable with sharing. It could be hair color, height, Myers-Briggs personality type, anything.

I’ll try my hand at aesthetics, but since I’ve had this account for less than 24 hours I can’t tell you how good they’ll be. The aesthetics can be for countries or country x reader pairings, and I guess I can try just making them for people who request, too.

I don’t know how I feel about NSFW. At the moment, I’m not comfortable writing it, and I know that if i did, it would be garbage. Please do not request it. The most I’m okay with doing is a brief mention of sex having happened at some point.

I don’t know how I feel about yandere, either. Personally I’m not a huge fan, but if someone requests it for a character I know enough about, I can try writing it.

Please don’t spam the ask box. That’s just common sense.

I honestly doubt that anyone’s interested in me personally, but if anyone has any questions for me, please don’t ask anything creepy or too personal.

I can try AUs. I’m not opposed to them, it just depends on what you request. Some I don’t know much about, so if you request something that I’m in the dark about but am willing to write, I’d appreciate it if you explained it for me.

Requests can be as specific or vague as you want, just know that the more specific the request, the closer I can write to what you originally wanted.

No rape, non-con, incest, bestiality, etc. Any requests for these will be promptly deleted!

My posts might include swearing, violence, etc. It depends on what is asked of me. I will put warnings at the beginning of my chapters. I will allow requests that involve violence, but it cannot be gratuitous.

I am fine with depicting mental illness, but I will not stigmatize it. Please give me specific symptoms of the illness that you would like the reader to exhibit so that I can portray them properly.

The rules might change or be added to as I go. For now, though let’s talk about...

My specialties

The characters I know the most about/can write the best are the Nordics, the Italies, and Spain. I will still take requests for any character, but if it’s one that I don’t know much about (Greece, Egypt, Turkey), it’ll take a bit for me to get to your request because I’ll need to do some research to get them right.

I’m a big fan of historical Hetalia, so any historical AUs, especially when combined with the aforementioned characters, is right up my alley. You can tell me a period of time (1500s!Spain), occupation (Viking!Norway), or specific event/war/battle in history (BattleofPultowa!Sweden), and I’ll write it. Seriously, I’m a sucker for history.

That being said, I will not glorify war, fascism, etc, but I will depict it how it really was. If the Spanish Empire was greedy and destructive (which it was), that’s how I’m portraying it.

However, since all the Hetalia characters are the protagonists in a way, I’m not going to make a character one-dimensionally evil to fit a story. People have good reasons for doing bad things, and vice versa. I refuse to demonize any character, because none of them are wholly bad.

Also, if you ask for a historical event/time period that I’m not familiar with, I will do some research, so it might take a little while for me to finish your request.

I quite like the Soulmate AU, but I like being creative with it. You can only see so many of the tattoo or “the writing on your arm shows up on theirs” before you wonder just how far you can take it.

I like the Mermaid and Wingtalia AUs. Generally, I just like writing anything with magic, but if you expect an explanation as to how that magic got there, I might disappoint you. The sources of magic in my stories will vary and sometimes be left unexplained.

I have a knack for writing angst. I’m not opposed to depicting suicide or self-harm, but I’m not doing it like everyone else does it (”I wear baggy, black clothes all the time and slit my wrists and say it’s all okay and hide my tears behind my smile!”). I’m not exactly sure about angst for cheating, though, because I’ve never really written about cheating, and I wouldn’t want to make that fully angst because I’m tired of the typical depictions of cheating.

If you do/don’t want the language of your country of choice included in your request, please specify. I hate Google Translate, so I will always try my best to learn how to say something in another language before I put it in a story without using that poor excuse for a translator. I do speak Spanish, though, so if anyone has a request involving Spain or something and wants there to be Spanish words in it, I can do that better than for other languages.

And I’m pretty sure that’s it. If there’s anything that’s unclear or that you want to make sure of, go ahead and ask me! I’d be happy to answer any questions. It’s better to ask first and have me clarify than to request something and get it deleted.

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nations-imagined · 7 years

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Allies reaction to a female S/O who is welcome to the idea of having children, but is terrified of pregnancy?

America:That’s okay! He’s terrified about that too! You could work through it together?

Canada:Matthew would try his best to walk his s/o through it.

China:He has seen more pregnancies than anyone ever, and he knows that they hurt. Yao would be honest with you.

England:Arthur wouldn’t sugarcoat it. He’d agree that it’s painful, but how awesome would it be to bring a baby into the world?

France:He wouldn’t make you do anything that you were scared to do.

Russia:He’s scared to just have children. Ivan doesn’t mind waiting.

#aph allies #hetalia #hetaliaimagines

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asktheocnations · 9 years

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Heya, have some rules

Hello. And welcome to yet another imagines blog, with a twist. Not only can you ask the nations, but you can ask the admins OCs questions too! We are : Admin Xalos ♧ And Admin Incaria 🐦

We will be doing ; NSFW Sleepover Saturday Character’s opinions on characters Our opinions on characters Ask the nations (ocs and canon) Text posts And just about anything else an imagines blog can do! (and more, somehow.) So ask away, I don’t always bite! ;) Ask box is almost always open so don’t be afraid to ask anything! (but tell us if you want anything tagged for triggers!) Remember, we are AdminXalos and Admin Incaria, and we can’t wait for you to ask us anything. ~AdminXalos ♧ ~Admin Incaria

#hetalia #hetaliaimagines #imagines #admin #oc #imagineblog #imaginehetalia #xalos #incaria

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taichansky · 9 years

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Imagine North Italy being the good cop and South Italy being the bad cop.

#hetaliaimagines #awwsocool #Lovino #Feliciano #randomthought

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boku-hetarimagines-blog · 9 years

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Introduction: Admin Sammy

Hey y'all! Welcome to Hetalia Imagines blog!! This was run by three admins~ I'll introduce this blog and talk a little about myself, m'kay? This blog is where we will post imagines, one-shots, short stories and headcanons with many AUs. We will post at least 2-3 per day, depends with our schedule.. You can also request one for us to write! Don't be afraid to drop a request in our box! We might post some art and edit as well.. I'm Sammy, one of three admins! I'm the manger of this blog because I'm older than them- //shot But, the other admin came up with the idea of running a blog together! Anyways, I enjoy writing and drawing! I portray America mostly because he's such a dork. XD I have a RP account for Deaf!Alfred on Instagram -> @/deaf.hero ! Uh, that's it about me. XD Oh! And we all met in Instagram cx Hope you enjoy this blog! cx

#hetalia #aphetalia #aph #hetaliaimagines #imagines #blog #oneshots #oneshot #au #headcanon #aphamerica

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nations4all · 9 years

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imagine if you woke up one day with a fully functional curl

#Hetaliaimagines #Just Reader-chan #MOD Theweirdo'squeen

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allthingshetalia · 5 years

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Hey, can I please get some headcanons or short scenarios for America, Japan, England, Germany, Russia, Lithuania and Romania reacting to their very petite (short and scrawny) s/o wearing one of their shirts? And since she's so short, it absolutely just drapes over her and it's all super fluffy and cute? Thanks so much!

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America

A grin spread across his face as you came out of the bathroom. His shirt from the night before was drapped over you. It went past your knees and the sleeves were much to long. Not to mention it was one of his favorites. It was a white dress shirt that had an America flag sewn into the collar. His possessive side practically melted at the claim. It also didn’t help the fact you had some dark brusing on your collar bone and neck. Pushing his glasses further up his nose he cleared his throat to grab your attention. Your head snapped away from the drawer you were digging through to look at him.

His bare chest was on display and the sheets hung extremely low. His chest and body was covered in a layer of fat but you knew as soon as he moved his muscles would pop out. Light traces of hair ran down his chest getting thicker the further you went.

“Come back to bed baby girl.” He stated lifting the covers, making you blush. His voice was deep and raspy from just having woken up 5 minutes ago. Biting your lip you crawled back into the bed, curling yourself up against his side.

Japan

His dark brown eyes watched as you bit your lip, to engrossed into the show to notice his staring. You were wearing one of his favorite sweaters. It was a dark grey and was probably made from the softest fabric in the world. Your knee high socks make him swallow harshly.

Turning his head away he tried to focus on the anime playing infront of his eyes. But he couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering back over to you.

You groaned as one of your favorite characters made another stupid decision. Adjusting yourself you moved so your shoulder was pressed against his side and you tucked one of your legs under your butt.

“What is he thinking?” You asked rhetorically. You leaned your head against his side, the top of your head almost going into his pit.

(He’s always clean so don’t worry)

His arm was thrown over the back of the couch but he brought it down so you were pressed closer against him. You looked up at him not expecting him to do that.

He was still staring at you but flashed you a small relaxed smile making your heart flutter. Smiling broadly you snuggled against his chest as he breathed in the combination of your sent and his.

England

“Love have you seen my bl”- he cut himself off seeing your small form wrapped in the same shirt he was looking for. It was a plain black shirt that he always wore under his uniforms.

“Your what?” You asked tilting your head to the side. The action cause some stray hair to fall in your face but you quickly blew them away, making his knee buckle from cuteness.

“Nevermind.” He quickly stated, coming around the counter so he could get a better view. You just shrugged and turned back to your mixing bowl. He had a meeting to go to in a few hours so you were making him some scones.

His emerald eyes scanned up and down your form. His shirt went down past your knees and he swore when you reached up to get something he could see the very bottom of his boxers on your form.

(They were clean calm down-boxers are hella comfy. I buy them for myself to waltz around the house in)

Smirking softly he came up behind you and placed his strong hands on your hips. He pressed a hard kiss against the back of your head before he rested his chin on top of it.

“You’re so beautiful.” He murmured leaning down and softly kissing your neck and down your exposed shoulder. He chuckled against your skin when he heard a sharp gasp and felt your body melt against his.

After all he did have 3 hours to kill.

Russia

All of the loneliness he had gone through had been worth it and he would gladly do it again if it meant he could always come home to this sight.

He had come home from a long and boring meeting with his boss, wanting nothing more than to escape from the cold and feel you curled up against his chest.

As soon as he came home he was greeted with the sight of your sleeping form curled up on the couch in one of his shirts. It was an old soccer jersey that had his last name on it.

He was 100% going to wear it after you.

His insides practically purred as he quickly took off all of his clothes except for his boxers. He carefully lifted you up making sure you didn’t wake up and laid down placing you on your designated spot on his chest. You instinctively buried yourself deeper into his slightly chubby body. Grabbing the faux fur blanket off the back of the couch he draped it over both of you and held you tightly against him.

Lithuania

He couldn’t contain the smile as he watched you dance around the bedroom in nothing but his shirt.

It was dark green and went all the way down to your knees. And every time you lifted up your arms he caught a small glimpse of your bare bottom.

Your dog/cat watched and even ran around you as you sung to it.

He will never get how someone like you could ever love someone as scarred and broken as him. But who is he to complain.

As the song ended your dancing slowed down and eventually halted as the closing lines became quieter and quieter.

Panting softly your turned around and looked at your boyfriend who had a lazy smile across his perfect face.

He straightened up so he wasn’t leaning on his arms and held them out to you. You took his unspoken offer and rushed into his arms, practically jumping on him. Once you were in his arms he fell back so you were on his chest and listened as the sappy lyrics of your favorite love song played through the happy room.

Romania

His eyes couldn’t focus on the pages infront of him as the kept finding their way back to you. You were laying on the bed next to him on your computer paying Poptropica :) and you silently cursed to yourself when your character catapulted themselves off a cliff on accident.

His eyes scanned themselves down your form biting the inside of his cheek when he saw his large shirt pooling around you.

It was dark red and had a few small rips in it from being so old but it was his favorite shirt- and as it turns out it was yours too.

Putting his book down he turned off his bedside lamp and leaned over and grabbed your computer away from you. He quickly pressed save and then closed the device and also place it on his night stand.

“I was just about to figure out who had been ruining all the carrots!” You declared glaring at your boyfriend.

“You can play tomorrow.” He replied smiling lightly. He reached over and turned off your light. He then softly grabbed you and pulled you so you were his little spoon. “I love you.” He murmured against your head.

Germany

He watched you protectively as you climbed up the rock trail. He always walked behind you to make sure if you ever did fall he was right there to catch you before. Reaching out he put a hand on your hip lightly guiding you up the steep climb.

He tried to focus completely on the path in front of you but he couldn’t seem to take his eyes away from you.

Well that wasn’t unusual- but this time it was different.

You had both decided to go on a hike and you just decided to throw on his shirt and a pair of workout shorts. It was a black shirt with a big German flag printed on the back. The fact you were wrapped up in his flag made his protective and clingy side shudder. It was like a warning to every person who even dared to look or god forbid touch you. It was a warning sign that screamed;

“Don’t touch what’s mine.”

And he was living for it.

Once you finally made it to the top he gave your hip a light squeeze before releasing you. He bent his arm behind him grabbing a water bottle out of the side pocket of his backpack. Handing it to you he watched as you took a few large gulps before handing it back to him. Bringing the water bottle up to his lips he quickly finished the rest of it and threw it in a nearby trash can.

“Look at how pretty it is!” You giggled grabbing his huge arm and pulling him to the edge. He instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist preventing you from getting to close.

The view was outstanding.

But he wasn’t talking about the same one you were.

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allthingshetalia · 5 years

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How about a fluffy cuddle session in bed with Romano and s/o?

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“Loviiiiiii stop.” You giggled softly pushing your boyfriend away.

“Shhhhhh.” He replied barley stopping his trail of kisses even when you pushed him away.

It was around 9:30 am and both of you didn’t have any desire to get up. You’re boyfriend decided that the best way to spend his time was to plant kisses down the back of your neck stopping when he reached your bare shoulder blades and making his way back up.

“Ugh.” He groaned burying his face in the back of your head. He laid down on top of you, making sure to support most of himself with his arms so he wasn’t putting all his weight on you.

“I’m tired.” You complained flipping over so you were face to face with your godlike boyfriend.

“Tired? You slept for 10 hours.” He chuckled rolling over with you so you were tucked to his side.

“It wasn’t enough.” You murmured against his lightly muscled (but yet chubby) chest. “And you wore me out.” You smirked.

“I wore you out? More like the other way around.” He argued bringing his hand under the sheets and giving your bottom a playful pinch.

“Ow!” You jumped smacking his arm. He just laughed.

“You’re right I did do all the work.” He reasoned.

“Not all of it.” You grumbled still not satisfied with his answer. He brought you back against him and planted a kiss on your messy head. “What should we do today?” You asked bring the sheets up so both you and him were wrapped in a blanket burrito.

“Nothing .” He sighed squeezing your hip softly.

“Nothing? At all?” You asked, wanting to know if he would at least get up and make you some breakfast.

“Nope, Nothing, not even food. You’re on your own princess.” He stated opening one of his closed eyes to see your reaction. He had to stop a chuckle once he saw your shocked and slightly heartbroken face.

“But you make the best food ever! Please Roma!” You begged kissing up his chest to his jaw. You felt his cheeks heat up giving you some confidence.

“Fine, I’ll make some food but you have to help and then we come back to bed immediately, understand?” He asked making you nod and hop up rapidly. “God if I didn’t love you so much I swear.” He mumbled to himself as he watched your naked form rush down the hall to the kitchen.

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