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(Hetalia Main 8 x Reader) How they talk about you!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~

Most people around Alfred would probably not realize you two are romantically involved. The way he talks about you is less like a partner and more like a best friend.

But that said, everyone would know who you are. It’s immediately obvious how close your relationship is. He seems to know everything about you.

He won’t bring you up constantly, but your presence is around him in some way.

“Who are you texting during the meeting?!” “Oh, Y/N! Right now they’re-”

“Who are you inviting?” “Y/N! I really think they’d have fun coming along-”

“Are you free tonight?” “Mm, sorry dude. I’m with Y/N tonight, just like last night, and the night before we-”

But if anyone asks, he loves talking about you. You make everything more fun, so even thinking about you makes him feel so much better!

He doesn’t bring you up much, but when he does it’s so obvious how much he loves you. Always looking in the distance longingly…

Doesn’t share a lot of personal details, probably doesn’t even mention your name. He always calls you nicknames or just “my lover.”

Arthur prefers to keep you his little secret.

“Ah, I have to go. I have an engagement with… someone special.”

So it's usually very stilted and formal, but not because of a lack of affection. He thinks that PDA and gushing about romance in public is tactless, so he refrains.

You’re like royalty to him so he always makes sure to make his respect more apparent than anything. No one is more special to him than you <3

The second most normal out of any of them. Although he always refers to you very romantically, that isn’t very out of line for how he normally is.

It seems as if he sees you as perfect, above others in every way. He always praises you and everything you do, to an absolutely absurd degree.

Always has very specific things he calls you in front of others.

“Ah, this reminds me of my S/O. They are like poetry in motion…”

“Every day I am inspired by Y/N, even the most impressive works of art are nothing compared to them.”

“My eternal love, they are calling to me… I must go!”  “Just say you wanna get outta here!”

He can’t help but gush about how perfect you are. He would say you are nothing less than soulmates.

Yao is a very traditional man. From the start of your relationship, he’s always referred to you as if you were married.

Sometimes he’ll refer to you like those old men who hate their wives, but only because he doesn’t realize the full implications.

“”Aiyaa! Have to go tend to the ball and chain, see you later!”

Except when he says that, he means it affectionately. By “tending to the old ball and chain” he means laying his head in your lap for two hours and telling you about how stupid his friends are.

He’d love nothing more than to just talk to you and you alone, he doesn’t care what anyone else thinks of you two.

Ivan CANNOT stop talking about you! Seriously, everyone is very annoyed by it. But he just can’t hold himself back, he needs everyone to know about how much he loves you.

Anytime anyone brings up something that reminds him of you, he has to go on a whole tangent. God forbid someone brings up an interest of yours, then it goes on forever.

They probably won’t even know your name because he just always uses some adorable pet name for you (:

When he misses you, it’s even worse. Anything just immediately results in,

“My darling used to call me that…” “Because it’s your name!”

If he could, he would bring you everywhere with him. So, he’ll do so in his own way (: (telling everyone who breathes in his direction about you)

Everyone is immediately aware of your existence. He LOVES bringing you up at every opportunity. All his friends need to know about his lovely S/O right now!!!

Definitely tries to show you off.

“You know whose really attractive? My S/O! Look, see!!!”

“I just thought of something funny, one time Y/N did that! But like, they were super hot!”

“Cuore mio, everyone should see how wonderful you are. Don’t be embarrassed!”

When he gets drunk, he can’t help but talk anyone’s ear off about you. About how much you mean to him, about how proud he is of you, a lot of other stuff that seems way too sentimental for an easy-going guy like him.

Often ends up bursting into rooms just to bring news of you. He gets so emotional it can become unbearable for those around him.

He can’t imagine his life without you, and everything is just a reminder of that fact. Feliciano loves you more than anything!

Ludwig wouldn’t not talk about you… but he wouldn’t go out of his way to do so. Not because he’s embarrassed of you, but because he’s embarrassed of how much he’s in love with you!

You make him so soft… and the thoughts of you are constantly distracting him! His darling (you) lives in his head rent-free, damn you!

“Oi Germany, is that a person on your lock-screen?” “N-No! Well… it’s my S/O… don’t make it into a situation!”

He thinks very highly of you, and trusts your judgment completely. Talking to you helps him think out his problems. That fact is so obvious that a lot of times, his friends will call you up for him when he’s panicking.

Not a fan of pet names, and can seem cold about your relationship in public. But don’t let that fool you, he doesn’t want to go a day without you!

Very casual about you. You’re his partner, you matter a lot to him, and he’s not embarrassed about it. 

But he does use his experiences with you to help him relate to others, so you get brought up quite a lot with his friends. When he’s having trouble socially, he tries to remember everything you’ve ever told him and repeat it.

“My S/O had something similar happen to them. May I consult them on this?”

“This reminds me of something that Y/N said to me last week. Shouldn’t we just put the past behind us? They said it’s no good to dwell on these things.”

“Hm… maybe we should just go home and rest before making a decision. Besides, I want to talk to Y/N about this.” “Are you sure you don’t just miss them?” “That is a possibility.”

He acts as if you two are married, but just because you have become so important to him so quickly. You make his life so much better and easier, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Nice blog! You wouldn't mind if I took a little chomp out of it yeah? :D

Mmmmm can I request France,Germany,England, Prussia and Russia with an s/o who really likes there accent and voice. S/o would listen to them talk all day just to hear there voice/accent? There just mesmerized by it.

Much appreciated partner and have a great day🙏🙏‼️‼️🔥🔥⁉️⁉️🪑🪑🪑🪑

(France, Germany, England, Prussia & Russia x Reader) S/O that loves their accent!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N have fun eating my blog but beware. Theres poison sometimes :)

Trigger Warning: None, just fluff!

Oh, you do not need to tell him that. He knows. And he adores how obsessed you are with just his voice. Don’t worry, he won’t tease you too bad

But expect to be woken up a couple of times by him reading you love poems in French. Actually, he’s doing that all the time. Anytime that he can speak to you in French, he’s doing it.

“My beautiful language for a beautiful person, no?”

It’s also pretty obvious that he exaggerates his accent for you. Sure, he’s been speaking English for centuries, but you’d never guess that from how he talks to you. It’s a little childish, but he just can’t get enough of your face whenever he says anything even remotely romantic in that silky voice of his.

Whenever he catches you staring, he can’t do anything but grin, promising himself that he’ll spoil you sometime soon for being so cute.

Ludwig has never really liked his own voice that much, so at least someone does for him. He always complains it’s too harsh and too loud. And years of people judging him for his accent didn’t help that…

But he trusts you completely. If you say you want to hear him, he’ll talk as much as you want. But since you’re not giving him a prompt, you’re hearing about 1870s train logistics. He doesn’t make the rules.

He would try to be all affectionate and sweet like you want him to… but that is really not his forte. He tries! But you’ll just both end up blushing and stuttering and getting nothing done then. If it’s just his handsome accent you want though, you’re all good. He can make a manual on building an IKEA chair sound hot.

He’d rather hear YOU ramble than do so himself. Even if he does love how adorable you are when you’re so infatuated with him.

No surprise there. You’re not the first partner of his to love his voice, and you won’t be the last. Luckily that means he’s got a whole lot of experience, so he knows exactly what to say to melt your heart.

“Come on, Darling, don’t look at me like that.  Why don’t we get out of here, just me and you? How about that, Love?”

He’s not much for rambling, much less talking about himself, but he can absolutely fulfil your need for his voice elsewhere. A lot of your nights spent together will be him reading some ancient novel to you, his voice soothing as ever, until you inevitably fall asleep cuddled up next to him.

He must admit, he loves having that power over you. Being able to make you fall in love with him using nothing but his words? You’re just so cute, he can’t resist flustering you on purpose.

Well, of course you do! He’s spent centuries making sure he sounds hot as hell! But… you’re being serious right? You aren’t annoyed by how high-pitched he can get? Ok, thank god.

He is so excited once you tell him that. It’s hard to stop himself from immediately teasing you about it. After all, there isn’t a single sight that’s cuter to him than your pretty face all lost in love for him.

If you’re ever feeling down, he tries to distract you by simply telling you a long, overly complicated story from his past. Which, with those purple eyes fixed on you and a goofy smile plastered across his face, all the while his voice drips with accent, it’s hard to not get distracted.

He loves talking about himself anyway. It’s a good thing you like hearing him. Most people don’t. But that’s just what makes you two meant to be <3

Oh, you like his voice? He’s confused. You’re being serious? … why?

The poor guy is really insecure about his voice. He worries his accent is too strong, too ugly, and his voice is way too high-pitched. It seems like no one likes when he talks… they say he’s rude and weird. So… your adoration for him and how he speaks is a real shock.

Whenever you ask him to talk more, he gets all embarrassed and doesn’t know what to say! Especially if you compliment his accent, then he just freezes up and dismisses you. Anywhere you are, he’ll start talking all quietly and cover his face with his hands. But you can still see him blushing underneath them…

But once he’s used to it, he loves just narrating the things he’s doing. Sometimes you’ll wake up and come downstairs to see him coming up with some silly song about the breakfast he’s cooking you. Learning that you like hearing him has definitely made him include stuff like that in his daily routine. 

Plus, now when he wants a reaction out of you… he’ll lean into it. Rolling his r’s dramatically, whispering to you in Russian… when he wants to be, he’s quite a tease.

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Feline Fiasco

Hetalia x Reader

This is written for a female reader but there isn't really anything specific that would suggest that besides a few references. If you want to read, I'm not going to stop you.

Also (Y/n) is completely uninterested in the countries for the majority of this, all she's interested in is the cats. This is way fluffier than anything else I've posted, which is two things, and this part is relatively America-centric because (Y/n) works for him. This is also way less quality work than those two posts but idk deal with it?

There is more to this but it's unfinished and I'll probably never post it. My friend also helped with the cat names so if you don't like them... uh assume that they chose them. One last note, I thought it would be funny to write the accents so you also have to deal with that.

As one of the many secretaries working in the White House, it was actually quite a surprise to you that you ended up as the main secretary to the human personification of the U.S.A.

Because of this, you had become quite close to Mr. F. Jones and more importantly: his cat.

You couldn't help but coo at the adorable and floofy feline. Sure, you should probably finish filing those papers, but national security can wait a few more minutes. Besides you couldn't resist the allure of the purr. It would be an understatement to say, when you learned that the other personifications also had furry friends of their own, you were excited.

America didn't want you interacting with the other countries, especially not Russia. But you honestly didn't care and you weren't the recording secretary for those meetings, so it's not like you were in attendance anyways. That somehow didn't stop you from having to tag along and meeting more nation cats; of which you weren't sure why they had brought them along in the first place. It's not like you were complaining.

Ball of fur after ball of fur. No cat went un-petted. Except for Germany's cat; he had evaded you time and time again. But no longer! For today was the last day and you were going to pet that cat if it was the last thing you did.

There it was. It's sleek black fur, the ribbon in Germany's signature colors around its neck, and that always alert look on its face. He would evade you no more. You crouched down in your very inflexible pencil skirt and prepared to pounce.

"Vhat are jou doing?" A voice thick with a German accent called out, startling you and the cat who decided to bound back towards him and into his arms.

"Uhhhh." You blanked.

"You're America's secretary right? Vat vere jou trying to do to my cat?" He questioned, eyes narrowing with suspicion.

You gulped and tried to explain your actions in a way that didn't sound absolutely ridiculous.

"I-uh. I wanted to pet your cat and… he kept evading me and I thought if I snuck up on him that I could pet him." You looked away and pitifully whispered, "Sorry."

"If jou vanted to pet him, all you had to do was ask."

"Really!?" Your eyes lit up and you looked up at the German with pure and unbridled excitement. He coughed and looked away with a slight blush resting on his cheeks.

"Of course." He held the cat out. You, with no hesitation whatsoever, immediately started to adore and love the cat, even shifting it from Germany's arms to your own.

As you continued to pet the cat, who despite his earlier refusal, seemed quite happy, you asked Germany a question. "My name's (Y/n). What's yours if you're willing to share? No pressure though."

His eyes widened a bit before he shook it off and gave you an answer. "Ludwig Beilschmidt." He responded, studying his cat. "Germouser seems to like jou."

You could barely stifle a laugh at the name he had given to the black cat. He sensed your amusement and gave an explanation.

"Feli- Italy named him. I vas going to name him Johann or something similar. Italy was zoroughly horrified by my suggestions and vould not rest until I vent vith his."

You smiled at the Italian's antics and shook your head with amusement. "Germouser is a fine name for an absolutely wonderful cat."

Germany seemed to get flustered again as he watched you coo at his cat, completely ignoring his presence. He would have just left him with you, but the meeting was starting soon and he didn't want to be late. Luckily for him, America decided to pop around the corner, demanding your attention. So you were forced to give up the precious kitty cat and return with Mr. Jones.

Alfred was annoyed. Not at you but at everyone else. Why did they have any right to be around you? You were an American citizen. His citizen. Sure, all you were really interested in was their cats. But what if you thought that they and their cats were so cool that you left him and went to live in a different country instead? He couldn't let that happen.

"So, (Y/n), dude, broette." He said on the way to the meeting room. "Here's the deal."

You gave him a look and raised an eyebrow.

"I need someone to watch Hero for me and my sitter flaked so you're gonna be watching him." He fingered-gunned at you and stars seemed to shine in the air around him. This, of course, was nothing new to you. It wasn’t like you would have rather been attending the meeting anyways.

So you stayed in a different unoccupied meeting room with a lovely, furry friend. It wasn't until he started hissing at a corner that you were in trouble.

"Hero, what's wrong?" You asked, concerned at the agitated cat. His tail bristled up and his ears flattened down as he took a defensive position. Out of nowhere another fluffy cat waltzed in from the very corner that Hero had been hissing at. It was Boris, a cat that belonged to Russia.

You hadn't actually gotten to pet him yet because to be honest, you were also scared of Russia. But… He wasn't around… and his cat was. And his cat was purring.

That was about all the reasoning that you needed to brush past Hero and scoop Boris up into your arms. The former started yowling for your attention and followed you as you went to sit down with the Russian cat.

You laid down on the plush carpeted floor and lifted the cat that you were holding up above you. Boris’ fluffy body was placed onto your chest and he immediately started purring louder once he got comfortable. He nuzzled his face into your neck, much to the annoyance of the American cat. Hero yowled at you and pawed at Boris, desperately trying to get him off.

Boris only gave him a smug look in return and kneaded into you, further solidifying his spot. Hero decided that it wasn’t worth the fight and that he was going to get his owner to remove the Russian cat and put him back into his mother’s lap: aka you.

The surprisingly smart and agile cat leapt around the room and pushed down the door handle, slipping out through the crack. You didn’t notice this as you were currently immersed in the bliss of a cat sitting on you and letting you pet it.

Eventually the purring lulled you into a peaceful and warm slumber, the two of you deciding to take a cat nap.

It would be Russia who found you first. Ivan realized that his cat had gone missing and he honestly didn’t care enough about the meeting to stay. It's not like anyone would try to stop him.

So as Hero bounded down the halls towards the meeting room, Mr. Ivan Braginsky came from the other direction; his sense of where his cat was at any one moment was completely uncanny.

The Russian gradually opened the wooden door and it quietly opened without any resistance. He turned his head towards where he heard purring and was met with a surprising sight. It was America’s secretary, with his cat, lying, with his cat.

You were breathing softly and the movements of your chest moving up and down also moved Boris. Ivan couldn’t help but faintly smile at the sight. Said cat opened a singular eye to acknowledge the new presence in the room. He flicked his tail and settled back into his spot. Not wanting to bother you or the cat, Ivan pulled out a chair and sat down. 

He pulled out some paperwork, seemingly from nowhere, and began to work on it. The sounds of your quiet breathing, combined with the light purr from Boris, made for a calming work environment. 

As the three of you remained in peaceful bliss, another kitty cat was running around the corner on the never ending search for food. Itabby trotted up and down the corridors looking for an open door that might lead to some food that didn’t come from England. Her golden fur glimmered as the sun shined through the many windows in the building. She looked over at a door that had opened slightly and was too blinded by the thought of food to notice the scarily familiar scent coming from the room.

Itabby scampered over to the door but screeched and meowed as she was sent flying by an American blonde and his equally irritated cat. She tentatively peered around the door at the scene forming.

“HEY!” Alfred yelled, startling both you and the cat. You shot up straight, Boris falling into your lap. “What are you doing with her?!” He yelled again, getting his face up into Ivan’s. The other man gave him an unamused look and stood up, towering over him. Alfred, despite this, did not back down and continued to stare angrily at him.

“Go away.” The white-haired male said, his accent heavy as he crossed his arms. “You have startled them with your unnecessary noise. You are just like the rest of your country.”

The air tensed and became heavier as the seconds went on. They began to size each other up as Hero, ironically, “heroically” walked proudly over to you and with his front paws, pushed Boris off of your lap. He quickly took his place and started purring. Boris’ fur began to puff up as he hunched down and prepared to pounce. His back legs flexed and he made the jump, sending both him and Hero flying towards their fighting owners, who were remarkably somehow not in a physical fight. Yet.

You very quickly realized that you did not want to be in the middle of  two superpowers fighting and quietly took your leave. (E/c) eyes met feline amber ones and you swept up the cat and made your escape, leaving behind the feuding men and cats.

Itabby snuggled into your arms as you finally slowed down to catch your breath. Her round tail whooshed back and forth as you tiredly walked through the long hallway. The two of you eventually ended up in the rose gardens of the meeting building. The area was well taken care of and beautiful if you did say so yourself. The meeting was taking place in England and Mr. Jones had told you about how the Brit enjoyed gardening, so it made sense as to why it was here.

Speaking of the British, you spotted a fluffy feline shape from the corner of your eye. It was deeper into the gardens and among the trees. Itabby finally decided that it was time to go and return to her owner. She gracefully leaped out of your arms and landed on all fours and trotted off to beg Italy for some pasta. You instead continued your approach to the cat, which at this point, you could tell was a Scottish Fold.

The left side of his face was brown and so was his tail. Alike to his owner, he seemed to have what you assumed were some kind of eyebrows and when he opened his eyes to look at you, his olive eyes stared into yours. He flicked his tail and layed back down onto the wall that he was laying on. His collar jingled as he moved and you quietly moved up to him. On the gold circle attached to the same olive color collar, was a name.

‘Scone’ You thought. ‘Oh my god. This is the most English cat name I have ever seen.’

You almost started laughing but the smoldering glare the cat gave you made you think otherwise. The stone wall was surprisingly cold for the summer sun and as you sat down, you took a look at Scone. He seemed to still be quite grumpy, but he knew you from earlier in the week, so he was not alarmed. You lifted up and moved your left arm forward to start petting him.

Scone was soft and clearly well-taken care of. His fur was clean and had no knots or dirt insight, despite laying around a garden for half a day. You continued your actions and the both of you started to fall back into slumber. Your hand hovered on the back of the feline and your head slumped alongside your body.

It was peaceful. With birds chirping and the wind lightly blowing. There was a river babbling somewhere in the background and it made for a serene scene. The only reason he had let you pet him was because you had fed him earlier in the week. He didn’t have his collar at that point so this was the first time you had gotten his name. Your eyes closed as you recalled the event from a couple of days prior.

The day after the plane landed you were on the hunt for felines. Armed with some cat food, a retractable mouse-on-a-stick and hope, you made your way around the building England had set aside for housing the rampant countries, and byproduct, their cats. France’s cat, Monsieur, was an absolute attention wh-. He really liked attention, and would rub himself against your leg anytime the two of you crossed paths. It’s not like France, or Francis, was much better.

It’s not like you minded petting him. He was adorable after all. The cat, not Francis. But you had wanted to meet as many other cats as you could and so you had to stop by Francis’ room multiple times to drop off Monsieur.

“Je suis désolé.” He said, taking Monsieur out of your arms. “He keeps getting out. But I guess he knows when there’s a lovely lady around.”

You ignored his attempts at flirting and instead scratched Monsieur’s chin one last time before leaving. He purred at you and while you felt bad about leaving him, you were on a mission! Besides, you had a certain Japanese cat to track down. Monsieur meowed at you as you walked down the hallway and if you didn’t know better you’d say so did Francis.

Either way, nothing was going to stop you from petting Tama, Japan’s cat. He was an adorable little black and white feline with the cutest little bob for a tail. You had actually spotted him earlier and was about to go up to him before Monsieur literally jumped into your arms, demanding attention. Of course you weren’t going to say no so Tama quickly left your sight as you went to return Monsieur. 

Wait, isn't Monsieur just sir in French? Oh well there was no time to think about questionable cat names, this building was full of them.

Monsieur wasn’t the only attention whore of a cat. Prussia’s cat, Purrussia, wasn’t much better. He would follow you down hallways and meow with his scratchy meow at you while Austria’s cat, Allegro, whined behind him. He literally tried to jump up at you a few times.

Of course both of them were interrupted when Hero ran straight at you and tackled you like a professional linebacker. You had thought that it was mostly fluff, but no, apparently Hero could pack a punch. He knocked the wind out of you as you fell backwards onto the tiled floor. The cat sat proudly on you and looked around like he was waiting for something or someone. Whoever he was waiting for, however, wouldn’t show up fast enough to see Purrussia return the favor and tackle Hero off of you, much to Allegro’s horror. 

The white cat had a German ribbon as well but it looked like it was fraying at the edges. The reason you were bringing this up was because Hero was currently using one of the edges to try to choke Purrussia and Allegro was using the other to try to pull Purrussia away from Hero. Neither was really working and all it was really doing was making Purrussia more and more agitated.

“PURRUSSIA!!!” A shrill voice yelled out from down the hallway.

The cats stopped their roughhousing to see two of the countries barrelling down towards them. Well Prussia was. Austria was slowly walking over, looking more inconvenienced than anything else.

“Purrussia! Purrussia!” Prussia reiterated, pulling his cat up by its arms. “Did jou vin?!”

Everyone but the two Prussians stared in disbelief at his statement. The albino feline furiously nodded his head and if he could have talked you would have imagined that he would have been saying, ‘I’m awesome!’

Hero angrily meowed down below, as if to oppose Purrussia’s non-verbal statement. Allegro just haughtily licked his paw and stuck his nose up as if to pretend that he was disgusted with their fighting as if he hadn’t just been a part of it. Austria picked up his in-denial cat and you picked up Hero who calmed down as soon as you did. 

“Sorry about him.” You said, brushing his unruly fur down with your hand. “He gets a little competitive.”

“Ja. It’s fine.” Austria said, petting his own cat. “Purrussia is not much better.”

“HEY!” Prussia yelled. “My awesome Purrussia is doing his best! And besides, at least he actually does something!”

“Jour cat picked a fight vith a vall (wall) Gilbert.” Austria sassed.

“Vell jour cat’s piano playing is trash!”

Austria gave a gasp of horror before inching closer to the Prussian.

“Jou take zat back, RIGHT NOW!”

Prussia just laughed, still letting Purrussia’s back paws dangle as he held him like one would a toddler. He got in close to the Austrian’s face, smiling deviously at him.

“Nein.”

He suddenly, while still holding Purrussia, took off, running away from Austria. He wasn’t far behind though and you could hear the man yelling in German all the way down the far corridor.

“Well Hero.” You said, looking down at the cat who had made himself very comfortable. “That was weird.”

He just snuggled closer to you and you sighed. You scratched him once more before heading down the opposite hallway. The destination was clear, before you could continue your cat quest, you’d have to get this one safely back to its owner.

You suddenly snapped back to reality, still sitting on the wall. The sun was now high in the sky and the spot underneath you was no longer cold. You were especially warm as you now had a Scottish Fold sitting comfortably upon your lap. Quietly cooing at the cat, you looked to see if there was any way to escape your furry prison. The most important rule of cats: once a cat sits on you, you’re not moving until they do.

You sighed, legs uncomfortably stiff. Scone was far more content and his bushy tail occasionally brushed against your leg. It was incredibly cute but it didn’t make your back stop hurting from being hunched over for the last half hour.

Voices came from farther within the garden. There were two people currently engaged in a soft conversation. You caught bits and pieces of it; there was a man with a British accent and a man with what you thought was American until you heard him say ‘aboot.’ You couldn’t help but snicker at your own observation, disturbing Scone in the process.

He scornfully meowed at you and you offered pets in an apology. Around the corner turned Scone’s owner and a man who looked incredibly similar to America. They both turned to look at you when the Scottish Fold you were fondling stretched out to impossible lengths and complained like a cat while he did it. England looked down at your lap to see his cat very happily cushioned on your thighs. The man next to him was also holding a cat who again looked very similar to America’s.

They were clearly different though. This man’s hair was more auburn and his eyes were a shade of impossible purple. There was also more of a wave to it whereas America’s hair was as straight as hair comes. Familiarity lit up in your eyes, not for the man however.

“Maple!” You exclaimed, wanting to go to the cat but also not willing to disturb the one on you. “How have you been?”

The men stared at you, wondering if you were talking to them or the cat. Of course Maple himself answered this as he jumped out of his owner’s arms and darted over to you. He gracefully climbed up the small wall and placed himself down by you. Scone was on your lap and he was nicer than Hero so as to not push him off. You moved one of your arms to pet Maple and kept the other on Scone. They were so cute you felt like you were going to explode.

“Oh.” A quiet voice spoke out. It came from the man behind England. “You’re Alfred’s secretary right?”

You smiled and nodded at the man. “And I assume that means you’re Canada, right?”

He looked a tad taken aback before nodding himself. “Yeah…” He trailed off and England instead picked up the conversation.

“I thought you were supposed to be watching his furrball cat, Hero.” He walked over and leaned against the wall.

“I was. But then he and Boris got into a catfight… and then America and Russia got into a catfight.”

Canada laughed in the background but quickly covered it up. England stared at Scone, looking to see if there was anyway to get him off of you without being scratched himself. He had enough injuries, that should have scarred had he not been a country, from the cat. He shivered a bit, though also began to pet the feline, scratching his under the chin.

“That sounds like those two.”

You hummed in agreement, continuing your affections. Canada also came over to pet his own cat who ironically did smell like maple syrup. 

“Can I make you the villain of this story?” You asked England, gesturing to Scone. “I do actually have somewhere I need to be.”

“Oh I suppose I can assume that role.” He mused, carefully picking up his cat. He was not happy to be moved but England just shushed him.

Canada also picked up his cat who was slightly nicer about the whole thing. He fidgeted with Maple’s ear as he held him.

“I’m Matthew.” He said, carefully shifting Maple so he could put one arm out to shake your hand.

You finished the formal greeting. “I’m (Y/n).”

The other blonde butted in from the background. “I’m Arthur, love.”

“It’s very nice to formally meet both of you. Seeing you from across a meeting room doesn’t really count.” You smiled and gave a small pat to each of the feline’s heads. “Well I wasn’t kidding about needing to get somewhere. I really didn’t mean to get stopped as long as I did.” 

You playfully glared at the Scottish Fold sitting comfortably in his owner's arms. He promptly ignored you, instead turning around cutely. England apologized but you told him it was fine. You were at least 50% sure that Mr. Jones was probably still fighting with Russia. Those two really were like angry cats. You waved the two men off and went on your way to find out the answer to that question.

Instead of coming across two feuding superpowers, you came across two of the Asian nations’ cats. You had already met them both but this was the first time you were seeing them together. Tama was sitting up high on a shelf while China’s cat, Meowzedong, was angrily meowing at him from down below. Everytime he tried to climb up, Tama would use a paw and swipe a book or other object down at him.

You flinched as a very breakable, very expensive-looking, vase crashed down. It was this movement that alerted the two cats to your presence and Meowzedong wasted no time at all to come over to you and complain. Now you couldn’t exactly speak cat but you got the jist.

Bending down, you carefully picked up the cat. Meowzedong always had a weird clump of fur that looked almost like a ponytail that, no matter how much China cut it, always grew back. He yowled at you and pointed a furry paw in Tama’s direction. The other cat had already loafed on top of the high shelf and you looked at him, back at Meowzedong, back at Tama, and then back at Meowzedong again.

“I don’t know how tall you think I am but I’m not that tall.”

Meowzedong just narrowed his eyes and meowed at you again. You sighed, looking back at Tama. If he had a long enough tail to flick it at you he would’ve. Sensing the futility of his quest, Meowzedong instead spread himself out in your arms and if you didn’t know better you would have said that he was mocking Tama. And if you really didn’t know better you’d say that it was working and that the bobtail was getting more irritated by the second. The personifications might have had to act cordial but their cats had no such qualms.

Finally, Tama de-loafed himself and gracefully hopped down a few other layers before reaching the bottom. He gracefully walked over to you and sat on your foot… Well shoot. What were you supposed to do now?

So here you were, from one cat prison to the next. Standing in the middle of some random, out-of-the-way hallway because the nations’ cats were all attention-hogging, though very adorable, brats.

You didn’t know how much time had actually passed. There was no clock in the hallway, you didn’t wear a watch, and both of your hands were occupied so you couldn’t check your phone. As cute as they were, your legs felt like they were about to collapse in on themselves. You couldn’t even shift how you were standing because Tama had taken it upon himself to lay across both of your shoes. Your arms also felt like they were going to fall off at any second. Meowzedong wasn’t a particularly heavy cat but try holding anything over five pounds for longer than five minutes.

You were desperately hoping that either they would finally get bored and leave or someone would come to save you. Wow you guessed you really did need a “Hero” right about now… Dammit you thought that referencing needing a hero in your head would magically summon America or his equally hotheaded cat.

“Tama. Meowzedong.” You murmured. “Can you please get off?” You hoped to whatever god or gods were out there that they didn’t hear the desperation in your voice. Never show weakness to a cat.

The two cats made eye contact with each other for a moment and seemed to come to an agreement. Meowzedong stretched his body out before jumping onto the ground. Tama did the same but instead greeted Meowzedong when he landed.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration if you said that you collapsed onto the wooden floor below. You quickly got up however as you didn’t want them to see it as another chance to sit on you. At least not right now. You pulled out your phone to see all of the messages and calls you missed. You had put it on silent while watching Hero and forgot to turn it back to vibrate.

‘Oh my god Mr. Jones called me twenty-three times.’ You thought, frantic. ‘I’m gonna be in so much trouble!’

You raced down the hallway, startling a group of micronations as you went. There was no time to apologize! You had to keep your job! If not for you then for the cats!

Not even thinking to knock you burst open the door where America was staying, side note why wasn’t it locked? And were greeted with the sight of!... Mr. Jones… crying? His cat looked pretty dejected too and was currently hanging himself off the side of the bed like a rug.

“Sir?” His head shot up to look at you.

He quickly snapped his head back away, mushing at his face in an attempt to try to make it seem like he wasn’t crying.

“(Y-Y/n)” He stuttered for a second, before immediately going back to the hero persona. “Where’ve you been!?”

“Are you okay?” You ignore him, instead asking your own question.

You titiled your body to look at what he was looking at… Was that a framed picture of you?!

It didn’t matter because he was very quickly all in your face again. You could see what seemed to be a rapidly healing black eye and a tooth that hadn’t fully regrown in yet as he smiled at you. Just how long was he fighting with Russia for?

You sat him down on his bed, considering if you should even bother getting a medkit for him. Either way you ended up spending the rest of the day with him, watching movies and sitting what you considered a good ways away from each other on the plush couch. He apparently had a nicer room in all of England’s properties from when he used to live there during parts of the year.

Hero filled the gap in-between you of which America was mildly annoyed about. He kept trying to get you to use ‘Alfred’ but you insisted that it was unprofessional. He’d close the gap one day.

#hetalia x reader #hetalia #hws france x reader #hws america x reader #hws england x reader #hws canada x reader #hws russia x reader #hws china x reader #hws italy x reader #hws germany x reader #hws japan x reader #hws austria x reader #america x reader #canada x reader #england x reader #france x reader #russia x reader #china x reader #italy x reader #germany x reader #japan x reader #austria x reader #hws prussia x reader #prussia x reader #nekotalia

[hailed-storms]

Hi! Hope you’re doing well! Could I request, Either a Germany or Belarus with a Fragile reader, that’s always bound in thick clothing? They’re constantly at risk of getting sick, and have horrible Physical health? Platonic or romantic is fine! Please choose whatever!

✿ Being sick is better with a friend!

Introducing... LUDWIG BEILSCHMIT!

Platonic headcanons with GN!reader.

(A/N: I'm doing okayish but thanks for asking!! Also we need more platonic stuff these days tbh (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) )

We all know Ludwig cares a lot about physical health so of course he would be concerned about yours!

So he would try his best to make you at least feel a bit better by making you go with him when he jogs or coercing you to eat something healthy like a fruit.

He makes sure you actually take your medicine properly and drink plenty of water after.

"But-"

"Nein, no buts. Y/N, you have to take this to get better. Just drink the water after you take the medicine."

Cooks you soup and stuff like the male wife he is when you feel really really bad and need someone to help you.

Goes with you to the doctor sometimes.

He asks if you want to go somewhere outside, like the park, or take a walk in the forest to get some sunlight to help your physical health.

Tells you to maintain a balanced diet to feel better.

"Y/n are you sure you're not too hot in that..??"

He's a little worried when he sees you in thick clothing a lot because.. aren't you hot that?? Are you sure you aren't gonna overheat or something??

Overall he would be a good friend to have when you have a bad immune system or horrible physical health because he's gonna try to at least help you a bit when you actually need it.

#hetalia x reader #hws germany x reader #platonic #aph

[mxlovinovargas]

MY TIMING IS OFF — GERMANY x READER

Synopsis: He tries really hard to woo you.

My Timing Is off

CW: Obsession, Obsessive Thoughts, Creepy Behavior, Stalking, Borderline-Stalker Behavior, Use of Country Names, Reader-Insert.

Word Count: .900

My timing is off.

“I… have come to the conclusion that I… I am in love with you.” 

Germany can tell whenever you look at him with those sad, lidded eyes before you avert your gaze. You don’t say anything, the words have died on the tip of your tongue but Germany leans forward even by just a fraction to hear them. When nothing comes out, he looks back up to your eyes and finds them so cut away that you probably don’t even see him. He swallows hard, and it’s an awkward lump that makes words hard to come out. You just aren’t ready. 

It’s all that I got, to offer you a beautiful bouquet of roses that Germany spent the whole morning picking by hand and snipping off those harsh thorns and tying it up with a ribbon that’s your favorite color—it’s all that Germany bore for the world whenever he confessed to you. He worked so hard for this and he tried really hard, come on, he made sure that even the little diner he chose was one of your favorites. He’s wearing the most crisp and clean suit he owns, Germany doesn’t understand why you don’t recognize all that he’s doing for you. The truth between us cannot hide. Don’t you feel what he feels when his heart bleeds? 

And whenever you murmur out an excuse to leave and then bid your farewells, Germany can only stutter and swallow through a reply as he watches you depart. The situation doesn’t fit. You just weren’t ready. 

Germany furrows his brows and glances down to his laced fingers with just as concentrated of a look. He knows what he feels. He just chose the wrong place, the wrong date, the wrong flowers, the wrong clothes, the wrong everything. That must be why you couldn’t accept him. Germany reprimands himself internally as he stands and stiffly stalks through the diner, the metaphorical weight of all eyes on him as he exits the building and goes back home. 

And I know that this is really… all that Germany can do. He doesn’t think he knows how to face you again. He wishes he could trail after you, romantically confess his feelings, and let his soul bind with yours in a passionate kiss that seals all—but everything it’s all about is the simple and harsh fact that you just walked away from his love. But you’re just not ready. He doesn’t have a single doubt about that. 

My timing is Off. 

“I’m in love with you.” 

Again and again. More and more confident each and every time. Germany grows bolder with his emotions every time he manages to pull himself out of the rubble and truly confess to you. Every time is more real than the last, even with those weary and downcast eyes painted on your lovely face. Sometimes that’s how it all works. You sit there, you listen, and then you leave. Every single time, without a stutter or a skip in your stride. Believe it or not, Germany anticipates it. He thinks about it, fantasizes about the day that he’s able to confess in just the right way to make you swoon into him: to make you his. He doesn’t have a choice anymore, Germany knows this is how it is, the matters of the heart. 

In life, whenever you let yourself free, you have to face the world with grit teeth and a hard face that challenges the coming day. You should ball your face, dip forward, and stride with confidence and bravery, without fear and brazen straight through it all. Germany understands this, he knows this as fact. That’s how he works, and it’s how his love works. With love, there’s the need for a lack of doubt. You have to be ready to love, and you have to be ready to return it. Germany’s ready. 

That’s why he doesn’t care whenever he stops you everywhere to tell you 

“I am in love with you, forever and always. I want to be with you.” 

MY Timing IS off. 

Germany smiles. 

And you wince away from him, standing so demurely in the grocery store, and you don’t quite meet his looming and wide stare that catches all. He knows that this is what you want. He knows that you just need the right kind of man to open himself up to you in the right kind of confession. 

You know that it’s real. 

You can’t deny that whenever Germany holds an assortment of flowers—cloves, arbutus, honeysuckles, bellflowers—in your face so tenderly and smiles at you with that million dollar shine. You know that you love him, too, and you can’t just keep turning him away. Nothing else is more important than this love, right here and now, and you need to understand, you need to know; you need to feel, to think, to breathe, to do, to love to love to love to love to 

Germany smiles harder and gently jostles that bouquet. 

“Be together with me, ja?” 

Tears well in the corners of your eyes. 

This isn’t like that other mess. 

But Germany only reaches forward, ignores the way you move away from him, and wipes the few tears that have spilled over with the back of his finger. They glitter with a translucent sheen. He looks down at it, sees it twinkle, and then he’s back to seeing only you again. 

The flowers at hand.

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #hetalia x reader #hws germany x reader #germany x reader #Cib Writes SPICY Fics

[mxromanoitaly]

Could I request K, N and R from the SFW alphabet for 2P! Germany? If you're comfortable with multiple letters that is!!

2P! GERMANY FLUFF ALPHABET ( K, N, R)

warnings: none, pure fluff !

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like? 

Luther kisses like he’s about to fall into a deep and relaxing sleep. His kisses are slow, soft, and ginger. Each kiss is like butter cream and he always places a hand behind your head to cradle you with splayed fingers. He likes to smile into kisses, too, so you can always feel the corners of his lips curl upward. 

The first kiss with him was something so sweet and so chaste that you almost forgot how to breathe. Luther cupped your jaw so gently, like you were made out of porcelain, and he edged forward as such too. It was only a peck, but it was so warm and passionate that you felt your legs get all wobbly. 

N icknames - What do they call their s/o? 

Various things such as: Kätzchen, Schatzi, Liebling, and Maus. He’s kind of obvious and stereotypical with pet names. He doesn’t think too hard about it, but he prefers to say your name the most. 

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Luther isn’t that romantic, but he can be sweet sometimes. He’ll wrap an arm around your shoulder and hold you close, maybe kiss your forehead—but he’ll be few and far between with giving you roses and chocolates. He does sweet gestures sometimes, too, such as pulling out your chair or letting you wear his jacket whenever you get cold. He’s rough around the edges, but he means well. He might not be creative, but he’s easy and warm on you. That’s all that matters.

#hetalia x reader #hetalia x you #hetalia germany x reader #hws germany x reader #2p germany #2p germany x reader #Cib Writes SFW

[milaisreading]

Y/N: Can you guys please do something for me? *Giving them a cute face.*

*The Hetalia guys are blushing.* The countries: Anything for you. What is it?

Y/N: Can you guys help me to hide a dead body?

Italy, not even bothering to listen: Let me help you, bella!

Germany, calculating in his head how to make the body disappear: Alright, I need gloves,bleach, a bathtub, acid...

Japan, after debating in his head for a moment: Let me call my good old friends.

Yn: Who?

Japan: The Yakuza

America: Alright there, dudette! You hero will go a shovel a hole and you go and think of an alibi!

Canada,after his soul traveled around the globe and came back to him: Alright... I know a place where there is a lot of ice and snow right now

England: Consider that a done job, love. After I am done with it we could maybe grab some food-

France, covering his mouth while looking excitedly at Yn: I will do that, cherie! Then WE can go and have a quiet dinner!

Yn, sweatdropping as they start fighting: You two...

China: Aiya! None of you are old or experienced enough to hide dead bodies, let me do that.

Yn, bow more worried: E-experienced?! You did this before?

China: How do you think did I get rid of your suitors?

Yn: My what?!

China: Not important.

Russia: I will call on a few people I know. Don't worry, sunflower, you won't be suspected even for a second :)

Yn: T-thanks, Russia-

Russia: But, just to make sure, you should stay at my house for a while

The rest of twb group: NO! ARE YOU INSANE?!

Yn, while the others are arguing:... Denmark will pay for this dare...

#hetalia #aph #hetalia axis powers #hetalia allies #hetalia world stars #hetalia world series #hws italy #hws germany #hws japan #hws america #hws canada #hws france #hws england #hws china #hws russia #hetalia reactions #hetalia x reader

[hwsing]

nsfw alphabet for germany and/or prussia? thank you!!!!

germany nsfw alphabet

notes: 18+, reader is gender neutral and i don’t think genitalia is really mentioned. includes: germany (ludwig). as always, reblogs are appreciated!

cws: mostly top + dom! ludwig; cockwarming, power dynamics, restraints/bondage, piss kink, pet play, size difference, toys, overstim + edging, pet play. let me know if i forgot any through replies, anon or PMs. wc: about 2k words. not really proof read.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

king of overthinking so trust that he’s likely to go above and beyond, especially at first. it’s also partially because he’s pretty deep in kink culture, but not quite porn dead brained; instead, he’s like… really conscious of being mindful. he’s not really the type for pillow talk and he can get pretty flustered after sex, so he’s gonna busy himself with getting you what you need.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

for him, it’s probably his overall physique since we all know this madlad works out like the world is about to request him to singlehandedly carry it on his shoulders. as much as he can be self critical, he’s pretty proud of himself!! he likes the confidence he can have in his strength and health and all that good stuff.

on his partner’s, he’d probably say something like their smile in an almost bashful way, but in reality it’s going to be their chest/hips/thighs/butt; whichever catches his attention the most, really. he just feels a bit bad that he’s that perverted, but you’ll know by how much he pays attention to that spot. i think he’s a boob guy (regardless of size/gender) though

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

ludwig is nasty in a way that should be studied. for someone who is so neat, he is very messy with cum — *both* yours and his. the type to kiss you after you swallow his cum, to stuff his fingers into whatever hole he creamed into to ensure it doesn’t leak, make you suck his fingers after getting you off with his hand. he likes to cum in you, but he does like how demeaning it is to cum on your body

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

what isn’t a dirty secret of his would be easier to answer… everything is a dirty secret to him. he’s a private person, okay! god forbid you somehow find his private tab. regardless of if you’ve been dating for years or a short time, he’s so embarrassed that he’ll go red.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he’s not super experienced because 1. he has little to no game, ESPECIALLY with feminine presenting people and 2. he’s always been pretty busy. by modern day and age he’s by no means a virgin, though. he’s gotten around enough — but he still is pretty awkward and tense at first. knows what he’s doing, but can find it hard to actually go through with it is all. give him a second to hype himself up!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

anon stop it you’re embarrassing him with these questions :( LOL no but he’s pretty versatile, probably likes positions you’ve never even heard of but … maybe the seashell is his favourite. overall, likes positions where he can more or less go to town and put some weight on you, because even when bondage isn’t involved he’s inclined to pin you down.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

please do not make a joke while his dick and balls are out they’ll literally shiver up inside him and never come out again

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

when he has a partner he’s extremely well groomed. shaves by default but if his partner makes it known they like some bush he’ll grow some out

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

intimacy is something ludwig struggles with a bit. he worries he’s too awkward and just butchers it, completely ruining the mood; still, he definitely tries, especially when things are still just starting. he’s not very smooth with sweet words, and he knows he isn’t either. so, this intimacy is going to come from what he’s doing — the way his strong hands carefully hold you, how his lips kiss up your leg while he undresses you, the feeling of him holding your hands tightly while fucking you.

he does find cockwarming to be extremely intimate. ludwig does like it quite a bit; he’s not easily overstimulated either so he can handle it for a good period of time as well. he likes to big spoon for peak intimacy… holding you makes his heart almost give out

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

this isn’t terribly uncommon for ludwig. his sex drive is high, and he doesn’t get game often. he will use his own imagination, but only under the condition that something is inspiring him; for example, his crush or partner. otherwise, he has plenty of porn saved.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

we would be here all day if i said all of them. so lets just unpack a few

power dynamics: he kind of needs a sub/dom dynamic in the bedroom. he greatly prefers being the dom, but he can find it a bit hard to bring himself to actually act on his desires. and so, he really, really likes when you play up the submissive thing; the more pathetic you are, the more he’s gonna feel the urge to make you a mess. his mess though! he’s likely to manhandle you since he’s… probably stronger than you.

restraints: he’s not super picky with this one because as long as you’re at his mercy he’s satisfied but, he REALLY likes bondage benches. loves them actually. be warned because he’s gonna go to pound town with this one

piss kink: very into humiliation and he’s not above purposely making you piss yourself. the more embarrassed you are, the better, really; he’d entertain the idea of pissing on or in you as a punishment. would understand if you are not into this though because he is self aware enough to know it’s nasty

pet play: feel like this one is a given but anyways, he does like the kitty thing but he especially likes the puppy side so he can train and discipline you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

anywhere around his or your house/apartment. “risky” sex would spike his anxiety in ways that should not be apart his foreplay… overall prefers a bed but he’s not above fucking you bent over the counter or smushed up against the wallz

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

unfortunately for him, just about anything. he’s horribly down bad. the lingering scent of your perfume/cologne/etc after you leave is enough for him to get him stiff.

i would say his biggest turn on’s though are; times when your size difference (if there is one) is prominent, when you’re struggling physically with something (the small groans/moans/whimpers… his mind travels FAST), and if you wear makeup. he likes the idea of ruining it

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

this is hard because i struggle to imagine him having a big no other than, like, surprises/not respecting boundaries and things of that nature. he’s pretty open minded because he of all people has no room to judge…!

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

here

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

prefers fast and rough for obvious reasons.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

does not like quickies. ludwig can see the appeal but… he’s only going to do it if he gets caught up in the moment enough to. not a common thing to expect from him

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

now you already know. he’s pretty open minded. the main times he’d be hesitant would be if the idea includes him bottoming or subbing, but he’s usually still down to at least try once

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he generally lasts a decent amount of time, but the first few times he sleeps with his partner he tends to take forever to cum because he gets SO nervous he cannot let himself. he prefers 2-3 rounds generally, but he does draw them out as much as he can. generally, he makes you cum at least twice before he does at all.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he’s easily one of the most into toys out of the cast in my opinion. he doesn’t like them on himself as much as he likes using them on you. he does have a handful, but will expand the collection with his own money if he discovers more online or his partner shows interest in a new one. i wrote a bit about this here

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

him being a sadist is well known i think 😭 he’s nervous to do it at first, as he is with everything, but once he feels comfortable prepare yourself because this man will not be your peace in the bedroom. whether it’s edging or overstim, making you get off on his boot or thigh, keeping you restrained with one of those fuck machines… he’s awfully creative.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

ludwig isn’t very loud and isn’t very talkative. unless he’s in enough of a headspace to degrade you anyways……. he groans quite a bit when he gets close but he’s not much of a screamer. even when he does talk during sex, it’s pretty much to the point and without many filler words. he does check in pretty often though, just to see how you’re doing.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

gets a lot of dom drops/post nut clarity after particularly intense sessions but he’s very reluctant to share this. he just feels embarrassed/ashamed about reaching out for reassurance or comfort. it’s pretty easy to tell when he’s feeling like this though, he’ll be extremely quiet and have a tense look on his face while he goes extra with your aftercare while completely neglecting himself

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

now rarely do i give a man the credit of being well endowed but… i have to say that he is. i simply cannot picture him without a massive dick. i personally would guess around 8”, thick AND veiny; most certainly struggled to know what to do with it at first but he discovered the power of it soon enough!! actually kind of shy about it because he’s had a notable amount of experiences with a partner being iffy about how big he was. lmao

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

clearly pretty high. he’s also pretty well disciplined though, so it’s not enough to like.. take over his life or anything. ends up sexually frustrated often because of this… he has a poor habit of ignoring his needs

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

ludwig doesn’t usually fall asleep after sex unless it’s like just before his usual bed time. and even then, he probably will fall asleep after you since he’s busying himself with aftercare and whatnot. sleeps the best after getting to empty his balls once or twice though!

#sorry this one is a bit nasty #my in my defence so is he #my work #germany x reader #ludwig beilschmidt x reader #hetalia x reader #hetalia #aph germany #aph hetalia #hetalia hc #hetalia headcanons #hws hetalia #hws germany

[erina-writes-headcanons]

Feliciano Vargas, Lovino Vargas, Ludwig Beilschmidt, and Yao Wang with S/O Who are Serious Most Of The Time Until They Received Their Affection and Get Shy

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A/N: Hey @thekitsuneyokumoku! I knew you requested Hetalia Headcanons in the chat and I let it slide this time because I prefer if you request me in the Ask Button instead of in the chat. Anyway, thank you so much for your idea for this headcanon and I hope you like the final result.

Warning: None

Gender: Neutral

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Feliciano Vargas - North Italy

Feliciano is very cuddly and he likes to hug people around him so it wasn't really a surprise if he tries to hug you as his S/O. Then rubbing his cheeks on your face.

Not only cuddly but Feliciano would kiss your cheeks just out of nowhere because he is affectionate to everyone. If you watch the anime, you would see hugs from Lovino to Kiku. He also tried to hug Ludwig.

You are serious most of the time? I would be not surprised if Feliciano is trying to break your guard just to fluster you with his little affection.

Also, he is also a great cook so he would make perfect pasta for you just to show his love to you when you are hungry but really busy because of your work.

Despite his innocent smile and closed eyes. He enjoys when you are getting flustered when you get shy as you receive his affection but he won't show it.

He is still trying to play this innocently while hugging, kissing, and making pasta for you when you try to talk about how shy you are with his affection. "Huh, what's wrong with it mi amor? I'm just being There's nothing wrong about it, right?"

He thinks you are very adorable when you are getting shy because you receive his kisses and his hugs as your face is burning because of him. He won't stop even if you ask him.

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(Y/N) sat in front of their computer, their/her/his eyes fixed on the screen, fingers dancing across the keyboard. The soft glow of the monitor illuminated their focused expression, casting a warm hue on their determined features. The room was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the computer and the occasional tapping of keys.

A mug of hot, steaming coffee sat on (Y/N)'s table. The comforting aroma enveloped the air around them, creating a room filled with a warm coffee scent. As (Y/N) worked diligently, their/her/his hand occasionally reached out to grasp the mug's handle, the porcelain radiating a soothing heat that travelled up their fingers and took a sip of the bitter yet sweet beverage.

Feliciano peered out from behind the slightly ajar door, he couldn't help but feel a pang of concern as he observed your relentless dedication to the task at hand. He wanted to step in, to offer his warm and comforting hugs so you two could just cuddle together and forget all of the burdens.

Aware that interrupting (Y/N)'s focused work would make you pissed off and receive silent treatment from you. Feliciano decided he could do something sweet for you instead of bothering you and ending up annoying the hell out of you.

An idea sparked in his mind, and a bright smile spread across his face. He quietly retreated from behind the door and headed to the kitchen. With his experience in the kitchen, he gathered the ingredients needed for a comforting meal: fresh basil leaves, pine nuts, garlic, Parmesan cheese, and a box of spaghetti.

Feliciano's heart warmed at the thought of surprising you with a delicious homemade meal, something that would surely bring a smile to your face amidst your demanding workload. He couldn't wait to see the surprise and happiness in your eyes when he presented the plate of fragrant pesto spaghetti, a small gesture of love to remind them that taking a moment for themselves was just as important as their dedication to their tasks.

With the pesto spaghetti prepared to perfection, Feliciano held the dish in his hands. He gently knocked on the door before slowly pushing it open. (Y/N) glanced up from their/her/his work, surprised by the unexpected interruption. Feliciano's warm smile greeted them as he entered, holding the plate of steaming pasta. "Mi Amor!!! I thought you might need a break, so I made some Pesto Spaghetti for you," He skips in happily before putting the plate on your table.

With a soft, affectionate smile, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on each of their cheeks. (Y/N)'s surprise was evident, your cheeks warming even more as you blinked in astonishment. You glance at the floor, not expecting a kiss from your boyfriend. "T-thank you, Feliciano," (Y/N) stutters.

Feliciano couldn't resist a playful glint in his eyes as he noticed the pink tint spreading across (Y/N)'s cheeks after the gentle kisses. He leaned against the doorway, his smile dancing with mischief. "Oh, I didn't know a simple kiss on the cheeks would turn you into such a blushing masterpiece, Mi Amor" he teased, his tone light and affectionate. Y/N's shyness deepened, and they tried to suppress a smile as they playfully rolled their eyes.

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Lovino Vargas - South Italy

Unlike Feliciano, Lovino is much more Tsundere when he is trying to show his affection around his crush. You know how he treats Spain so don't expect him to be as cuddly as Feliciano.

However, he does see his other side with his pickup lines so I could see that he would try to make you blush with his Italian pickup lines to try to make you blush.

This can be a little bit awkward though because mostly you are serious and he's not really teasing as much as Feliciano but he can be quite romantic.

Lovino does hug you or kiss you but not in public because he does not want to be teased so he would only be doing it in the bedroom where you two are cosy.

He does think you look cute though when you are blushing but he is not going to admit it as loud as Feliciano unless he does plan to fluster you.

Would also whisper sweet nothing just to fluster you when the two of you are not in public. He's Italian, so he's as experienced as Feliciano in the art of flirting and romance.

Also, he would surprisingly make pizza for you instead of Pasta. His special pizza and he would be pissed if you decide to eat those fake pizza from convenient store.

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As the sun began its descent on a Friday evening, (Y/N) and Lovino. They had been looking forward to this movie night all week long. The living room was adorned with cosy blankets, and a couple of sodas chilling in the ice bucket but it was not complete with the snacks for the movie night.

Lovino arrived first, his trademark scowl softened by the upcoming evening's prospect. He kicked off his shoes and settled onto the couch, sending a quick text to Y/N that he was there. Soon enough, (Y/N) joined him from Kitchen once you place the ice bucket filled with cold drinks next to the couch, your smile infectious as they entered the room.

"Hey, Lovino! Ready for another movie night?" Y/N asked with a soft smile on her/his/their face.

"Yeah, yeah, I guess so," he muttered, trying to mask his own anticipation.

Lovino Vargas leaned back on the couch, his attention divided between the Netflix menu and the movie selection. He shifted slightly, glancing at (Y/N) seated beside him. With a bashful smile that he tried to hide, he wrapped his arm around you. As he pretended to scroll through the movie options, his fingers brushed against (Y/N)'s arm, a subtle way of conveying his affection.

Lovino's heart raced as he felt a mixture of nerves and excitement, his arm wrapped around (Y/N). Just as he was beginning to feel more at ease, the distant sound of the doorbell pierced the air. He quickly pulled his arm away, the sudden movement accompanied by a muttered grumble under his breath. His cheeks tinged with a faint blush as he tried to regain his composure, cursing his own awkwardness.

As the doorbell rang, (Y/N) sprang up from the couch. (Y/N) hurried to the door, their/her/his steps quick but controlled. Opening the door revealed the pizza delivery person with a frown on the delivery man face. "Here's your pizza," the guy hands the pizza box. "Alright and here's the cash and the tip too," (Y/N) mutters before pulling out a few bucks and giving it to the delivery man.

As (Y/N) reentered the room, pizza box in hand, Lovino's eyes flickered towards the delicious prize they held. However, Lovino glances at the pizza box. The box is written 'American Express Pizza' and he puffs his cheeks together. "Mi amor. Did you buy that Horrible American Pizza?" he asks. "They are not horrible and yes, I did," (Y/N) looks at Lovino.

Lovino's nose wrinkled ever so slightly at the mention of American Express Pizza, his preference for Italian cuisine evident in his expression. "Ugh, American Express Pizza? You know I can't stand that stuff," he quipped. "Hey, how about this? Since I can actually make a proper Italian pizza, why don't we make one together? I'll show you the real deal, and then we can enjoy it while watching the movie," He held one of your hands and drag you to the kitchen.

A light blush painted (Y/N)'s cheeks as Lovino gently took your hand, his touch sending a subtle thrill through you. His actions were unexpectedly tender, and they followed him willingly as he led them to the kitchen. The scent of ingredients and the warmth of the oven filled the air, creating a cosy atmosphere that matched their fluttering emotions.

Lovino turned towards them, his gaze meeting theirs. Before (Y/N) could say anything, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on each of (Y/N) cheeks, his affectionate gesture momentarily leaving her/him/them breathless. The surprise of his kiss deepened your blush, (Y/N) heart beating a little faster.

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Ludwig Beilschmidt - Germany

Unlike Feliciano, he is much more shy with showing affection so it is going to be awkward between the two of you. He does love you but it takes a long time for him to hold your hand or to give a kiss on your cheeks.

To show his affection to you how much he loves you mostly from his chocolate cake since he could bake the best chocolate cake since we know he doe love baking.

Other than baking chocolate cake for you. Ludwig would be most likely show his affection to you through Act service. It would be like cleaning your room, teaching you the subjects you did not understand, or protecting you.

Nevertheless, Ludwig does try to be affectionate to you. Each time he goes home from the world meeting. He would give a little kiss on the crown on your head but he doesn't always do it often because he would get a bit shy when giving you a kiss.

Sometimes he would try to make himself brave by kissing you on the lips even though it ended up causing him to blush madly and things getting even a bit more awkward than before.

Ludwig might be not affectionate in public but he does give you some little kisses when in the house and no one is watching. He's aware that his brother are going to tease him so he only being affectionate when no one is there too.

Also, he does think when you blush are endearing byt just like Lovino. He is not going to admit it out loud when you are blushing because of his kisses.

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On a tranquil afternoon, (Y/N) found themselves immersed in the company of Ludwig's Dogs, Arter, Berlitz and Blackie. The soft glow of the TV illuminated their faces as they all settled in for a movie night. Blackie lay by (Y/N)'s feet, a comforting presence emitting a quiet warmth. Berlitz perched excitedly on the cushion next to (Y/N), occasionally tilting their head in response to the flickering images on the screen.

Lastly, Aster occupied the space by the window, as if keeping a watchful eye on the world outside and waiting for her master to go home just like (Y/N) too. Despite sitting together with the triple furbabies, (Y/N) could not help but feel lonely as Ludwig had been staying in another country for the world meeting.

Despite the movie playing on the TV screen, (Y/N) found their/her/his thoughts wandering elsewhere, unable to focus on the storyline. Ludwig had been away in America for a week. (Y/N)'s mind was fixated on the front door. Every distant sound, every creak in the house stirred a spark of hope that it might be Ludwig's arrival.

As the minutes stretched into the night, (Y/N)'s gaze shifted from the TV to the clock on the wall. The hands of time seemed to be moving at an excruciatingly slow pace, reminding you that it was growing late. With a sigh, (Y/N) reluctantly tore their attention away from the door and decided to head to the kitchen. The dogs followed closely, their/her/his presence a comforting reminder of the waiting they were all engaged in.

In the warm glow of the kitchen lights, (Y/N) set about preparing a simple meal. They gathered ingredients, chopped vegetables and seasoned the chicken. The dogs sat nearby, their attentive eyes fixed on every movement, their tails occasionally thumping against the floor in anticipation. As the scent of food filled the air, (Y/N) couldn't help but smile at the three dogs' excitement.

For Blackie, Aster and Berlitz, diced some leftover chicken that you had used and some scrambled eggs for the extra since she did not want them to get bored with only chicken. The dogs, their tails wagging in excitement, gathered around their designated bowls, ready to devour their given food.

A sudden hush fell over the kitchen as the distinct sound of boots echoed from outside. The dogs, their ears perked up in unison, froze in their tracks, their meals momentarily forgotten. Blackie, Berlitz, and Aster exchanged knowing glances, their instincts alert to the approaching presence.

The triplets moved in unison towards the living room, their sensitive noses catching the scent of someone familiar. Ludwig had finally returned. The kitchen fell silent but the sounds of the dogs barking from the living room reached out to (Y/N)'s ears. This causes (Y/N) to stand up from the chair, following Balckie, Berlitz and Aster together.

The door swung open, revealing Ludwig's figure framed by the warm light spilling in from the outside. (Y/N)'s heart leapt at the sight, a mixture of relief and excitement flooding your senses. Without hesitation, Ludwig closed the distance between them. As he reached (Y/N), a shy yet affectionate smile curved his lips.

With a gentle gesture, he reached out, cupping (Y/N)'s face in his hands, his eyes never leaving theirs. And then, in a moment that felt like a whisper of time, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and then placed his lips on top of your lips. The tender kiss from Ludwig left (Y/N) feeling a rush of emotions that spread like wildfire across your cheeks. A delicate blush crept up, tinting their skin with a rosy hue.

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Yao Wang - China

Yao Wang is shameless when he is showing his love so it was not surprising that he would latch out on you out of nowhere when he feels cuddly.

Yao wang is just as affectionate as Feliciano but a little bit more stern when he is taking care of you when you are sick, scolding you and feeding you hot soup.

When you are blushing. he would squeal as he thinks you look really adorable when you are getting shy as he is showing his affection to you.

You could expect him glomping on you and telling you how much adorable you are when you are blushing madly. Also, not going to let go of you even though you told him to get away.

Does not mind PDA at all and does not even realize that he is really embarrassed as everyone watches him being lovey-dovey to you. Would hug and kiss you everywhere and anywhere but not kiss on the lips. He's surprisingly a little bit shy when it comes to kissing on the lips.

Also, would even smush your cheeks when you are getting shy when he sees you getting embarrassed after he kisses you or hugs you.

Another guy who would be willingly try to break your guard and your serious face just to see you blush and giggles when he is being cuddly to you.

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In the midst of her/his/their daily routine, (Y/N) settled into a virtual Zoom meeting, connecting with your manager and fellow colleagues scattered across different locations. As faces appeared on the screen in the computer screen, the manager greeted their teammates with a smile on his face. "Good afternoon everyone. Let's discuss our project with our upcoming plan for a drink," he places his arms on the table.

Yao Wang found himself reclining on the bed, his patience gradually waning as he awaited (Y/N)'s meeting to come to an end. The passing minutes seemed to stretch, and he couldn't help but sigh softly, his expressive eyes reflecting a mix of anticipation and restlessness. As the voices from the virtual meeting continued to emanate from (Y/N)'s device, Yao Wang shifted his position, starting at the bald glasses men.

Yao Wang's eyes began to droop as the minutes dragged on, the monotony of waiting causing drowsiness to creep over him. The hum of the meeting had transformed into a distant buzz, and he stifled a yawn, his eyelids feeling heavier with each passing moment. Until suddenly a spark of inspiration lit up in his mind.

With renewed energy, Yao Wang pushed himself up from the bed, his boredom momentarily forgotten as he had tons of ideas about what to do to take your attention away from the bald manager. The man decides to surprise (Y/N) with a homemade culinary extravaganza as he dove into the culinary world.

With determination in his eyes, he gathered the necessary ingredients and set about recreating a trio of beloved Chinese dishes. The kitchen came alive with activity as Yao Wang skillfully chopped vegetables, marinated meats, and orchestrated the symphony of sizzling pans. The aroma of sizzling meats and the mingling scents of various sauces filled the air, promising a mouthwatering feast in the making.

With unwavering focus, he whipped up a sumptuous Kung Pao Chicken, the marriage of spices, peanuts, and succulent chicken pieces tantalizing his senses. Lastly, Yao Wang decides to create an Orange Chicken as the chicken fried until perfectly golden-brown and coated with Orange Sauce.

Strutting inside the bedroom with pride, Yao Wang entered the room where (Y/N) is still talking with the other workers and their/her/his manager with the tray in his hand inside there are rice along with the chicken that he made and a pair of chopsticks. Yao Wang set the plates and the bowl on the table, arranging them thoughtfully as he sets them on the table.

A delightful and enticing aroma wafted through the air, drawing (Y/N)'s attention away from the meeting. As you turned around, your eyes met the scene before them, a beautifully laid-out lunch spread that showcased Yao Wang's meals and Chinese food specialities. With a mix of surprise and appreciation, (Y/N) couldn't help but smile a little bit with a blush on (Y/N)'s face.

Yao Wang's observant eyes caught the flush that graced (Y/N)'s cheeks as (Y/N) realizes the meal that he had prepared. A small smile played at his lips, his heart warming at the sight of your reaction. He closed the distance between them with a soft yet purposeful step. As he reached (Y/N), placing a gentle kiss on your cheeks.

"我爱你，你害羞的时候真可爱." (Wǒ ài nǐ, nǐ hàixiū de shíhòu zhēn kě'ài - I love you, you're really cute when you blush.)

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Ok umm. Yandere god Canada, America, Russia, Austria, Germany, and France with a nature Goddess reader.

🤡💧anon ~

Technically, I have already done this ask in a way so this will only contain some drabbles!! Hope you liked it. Austria is a new one, tho!

Warning: Contains usual yandere themes, toxic relationships and the like.

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Canada || Matthew Williams 🇨🇦

Sitting atop a grassy hill, surrounded by vibrant blooming flowers, Matthew watches you with an admiring gaze. The calmness you give off brings a sense of peace to his soul, and he could spend hours simply observing your serene demeanor.

However, beneath your calm exterior, a storm rages within. Containing your seething fury, you make a decision not to show Matthew the extent of your anger. He had held you captive, subjecting you to his relentless beasts—creatures both mortal and immortal, magical and fierce.

His mighty wolves encircle you, seeking solace and warmth, as if yearning for a mother's touch. But you are far from their mother, yet you dare not push them away, lest you lose half of your body.

While your injuries may heal, the pain would prove burdensome, and that is the last thing you desire.

Matthew has succeeded in breaking your spirit through fear, ensuring your submission to his will. Meanwhile, delicate creatures flutter around you, drawn to the beauty of the blossoming flowers, as if inviting them into an embrace.

Sitting on the hill, you keenly sense Matthew's loving gaze upon you, his watchful eyes drinking in every detail of your presence.

"Your presence brings me a tranquility I haven't felt in eons,"

He murmurs, walking closer to where you sit, his hands clasped behind his back. He stalks towards you, paying no mind to the flowers crushed under his boots as he positions himself besides you. In his outstretched palm, a delicate butterfly finds solace.

His eyes, a shade of soothing lavender, gaze at you with a glint of delight. He reaches out, intertwining his fingers with yours, binding them tightly together. The fluttering creatures find respite around both of you, creating a delicate barrier.

You manage to suppress a shudder at his words, a bitter irony lingering in your mind. For he has brought you nothing but misfortune after misfortune. Trapped in this place, guarded by unfathomable creatures, you find yourself drained and wearied. His clinginess, has only soured over time, leaving you with a distaste that grows stronger with each passing moment.

At the very least, he hasn’t taken you far away from your domain.

America || Alfred F Jones 🇺🇸

The palace of the divine king stood in all its splendor, a spectacular sight of celestial marble adorned with magnificent statues. Pearls of various kinds adorned every corner, while golden rings encircled the ceilings, creating an ambiance fit for the heavens.

Yet, for you, it was a personal hell.

Alfred had positioned you on his lap, gripping you tightly as he attended to his duties and other matters, leaving you unable to attend to your own responsibilities. Your connection to your own domain felt distant, slipping through your fingers like sand.

There was no solace to be found within these walls.

But of course, Alfred was busy with showcasing you, parading you around, while purposely disregarding your legitimate concerns. It often felt as if he intentionally sought to provoke you, to ignite his wrath within you.

Perhaps that was exactly what he desired.

There is no piece or a leaf of your domain to be found near his castle, his territory, his domain, because his insufferable pride wouldn’t let that happen anytime soon. Instead, he to claim you as his, not as an another immortal being, but his wife, his woman, his lover. That’s the only identity you ought to have in his eyes.

Except for the garden, a sprawling expanse adorned with lush nature, you were forbidden to enter without his presence by your side. He would lead you beneath the thick foliage of the trees, that’s where he pleased you as he so wished, over and over again, until he was satisfied. The flowers bloomed with an ardent passion, glistening with dewdrops that adorned the garden like delicate jewels. It was a place solely dedicated to your pleasure, a sanctuary of sensory delights.

As if he was saying without telling, that even in this sanctuary you cannot have solace or peace without him by your side.

His hands were now inching towards your thighs, the dress slipping away smooth as milk as goosebumps raised on your skin, he stared at you with a lustful gaze, sitting between your naked thighs.

"It’s always a pleasure to be on my knees for you".

Russia || Ivan Brangisky 🇷🇺

He was more than aware that the frigidness of his domain did not suit you well and often clashed with the climate of your domain. Frost clung to your delicate skin, causing you to tremble ever so slightly in the face of the biting cold breeze.

He inhaled softly through his nose, a smile slowly spreading across his lips as he imagined you snugly wrapped in his coat, finding warmth and comfort within its embrace.

Sadly, you had politely refused.

Ivan set a steaming bowl of hot soup before you, urging you to partake as he settled into a seat across from you. His gaze, filled with intensity, roamed freely over your form, appreciating your beauty. You were indeed a stunning woman, a captivating sight that was truly a feast for the eyes.

He held a special fondness for the moments when you brought life and beauty to his desolate domain, watching nature bloom in all its loveliness and delight. It was a sight that touched his heart and filled him with a rare warmth, a feeling he rarely experienced within his own realm and in his life as a whole.

And it was precisely because of this profound connection that he felt compelled to carry out what he was about to do.

With deep violet eyes sparkling with delight and a hint of amusement, he watched as a vibrant cluster of sunflowers flourished around his house. Your cheerful laughter and radiant smile tugged at his heartstrings, bringing warmth to the depths of his being.

You were undeniably enchanting, blissfully unaware of the healing power you possessed. In your presence, the scars that tore at his heart and the wars that ravaged his immortal soul seemed to fade away.

It was you, and only you, who had the ability to mend the shattered pieces and bring solace to his troubled existence.

Austria || Roderick Edelstein 🇦🇹

Glowing bluebells sway delicately from fragile stems, emitting a soft, ethereal glow. As you run your fingers tenderly across their petals, a melodic serenade reminiscent of piano keys fills the air. With a sigh, you become aware that you are under the watchful scrutiny of keen plum-colored eyes.

You have long stopped caring about such things, focusing on the peaceful arrangements of nature around you, swaying with their own set of tunes which was such a joy to hear.

Emerging from his hiding place, Roderick would reprimand you about the seemingly chaotic music that resonates in the surroundings. Swiftly taking control of the situation, and in response to his commands, the flowers obediently bloom and unfurl themselves once more. The melodies that fill the air follow his guidance, harmonizing in a more orderly manner.

At the very least, you would be near your domain and Roderick, as much as judgmental he is about some things, whether it be how your too much of a carefree woman or being agitated by your chaotic domain, he had no qualms about separating you from your home.

You supposed you will take what you get, as he exclaims that it is now time for dinner and grabs you inside his mansion by gently placing a hand on your waist and demanding you to clean yourself up.

It wasn’t all that bad, you supposed with an exasperated look directed towards him and go ahead, to wash yourself up for dinner.

Germany || Ludwig Beilschmidt 🇩🇪

You swim around the extravagantly colorful reefs with a burst of speed as dozen fishes follow your trail. Playfully, you swirl around and watch as they circle around you, filling your heart with warmth unlike the cold water which was your home.

Your tail, looked like a part of the nature itself, scales glistening with shades of green, mimicking hues of lush moss that clung to ancient stones, delicate tendrils of seaweed and aquatic flora intertwined with the moss-like scales.

It shimmered vibrantly in the ocean, as you glided through the vibrant reefs, leaving a trail of luminous pearls in their wake, so you could be easily tracked by the Deity of the twelve Oceans.

You feel the sudden change of current in the ocean, as he swims near you skillfully, his powerful tail a deep shade of forest green, with a golden hue.

The water lilies swim above you, blooming in your presence as they gently make way for the sunlight to fall upon you both. Following your and Ludwig's command with perfect harmony.

"You have been wandering quite a lot, I can’t help but be worried about you. I suppose the pearls were a good idea after all".

Solemnly you nod, as the former giddiness you shared with the fishes fades away into an empty space in your chest. Ludwig takes your hand and together you both take a dive, deeper into the ocean.

The pearls would make a fine jewelry for a more fortunate woman someday, you think, as Ludwig can’t help but collect few in with his hands.

France || Francis Bonnefoy 🇫🇷

A necklace adorned with a delicate array of ethereal feathers, gracefully embraced your neck. In the mirror's reflection, you could see the reflection of Francis, dreamy expression adorning his face, captivated by your appearance.

You swiftly avert your gaze from his, he gently takes a hold of your hand, pressing a series of tender kisses upon the top of your knuckles, his affectionate gestures ascending to graze your neck.

You don’t bother saying anything, not that he would listen to what do you have to say. Staying still, as he presses kisses across your collarbone, his hands inching towards the sides of your bosom.

In your divine beauty, you stood as a celestial masterpiece, crafted from stardust that cascaded across the vast expanse of the universe. With a single glance, you effortlessly ensnared his heart, drawing him into a realm of enchantment from which he could never escape. Your allure was irresistible and mesmerizing, leaving him forever spellbound by your radiant presence.

His adoration for you knew no bounds. He was madly in love with every curves of your body, his hands tenderly skimmed through the strands of your hair, cherishing each delicate strand. A shudder comes through you as he pushes your dress down, and then presses a passionate kiss on your lips, hands grabbing whatever they could find.

You were the nature's most precious treasure, indeed.

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I love your Hetalia main eight headcanons, how would they be with an British s/o? Cuz I personally believe that with France and America would be funny ^____^

(Hetalia Main 8 x Reader) British S/O!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N it isnt as funny as you probably expected (i cant help but be sappy) but i hope u like it <3 ALSO two requests already?!?!?! im loisng my mind over here keep em comin

This is also hysterical to him. Like, he’s always had so many issues with the British and now he’s in LOVE with a British person?! What reality is this?!

Because your native language is English like his, he’ll completely forget that the UK is not like the US.

“What do you mean you’ve never had Snickers salad?! Everyone has!”

“Hold on… what did you just say I need to get?... a “bog roll”? Wh- are you kidding me? You’re making that one up.”

Probably a little bitch about it not going to lie. He respects where you come from, but he’s probably gonna insist on things being more American than British.

Alfred has been to the UK many times, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t gonna be very whiney about it. Except when it comes to your family, who he LOVES. Seriously, he would be so great with your relatives.

Obviously, as a British person himself, this is not out of the ordinary at all. Most likely his S/O would be British, I can’t see him having much of a thing for foreigners anymore.

But he is very happy that he doesn’t have to simplify how he talks, god forbid learn another language.

He appreciates having a S/O that he doesn’t have to explain anything about his country to. He can go on living his life the same way (which is so frustratingly important to him) and you’ll have no problem.

It’s always comforting to him knowing his S/O lives in his country, it removes so much pressure off his shoulders.

Oh boy, oh lord, what is Arthur going to say! Having to put all of his constant British-specific insults aside because now his S/O is what he’s always hated!

“Those rostbif l'idiotes, they’re d- oh, my apologies. I- uh… that doesn’t include you, my love.”

He’s definitely gonna insist you learn French. He says it’s because he wants to distance you from Arthur, but really he just thinks your accent is so cute-

Francis knows a lot about British culture, so you probably won’t have to explain anything to him. But he’s definitely gonna try to immerse you in his own culture, no pressure of course.

It’s really a surprise to him how little your nationality bothers him. I guess love can always change a man’s heart <3

Depending on the time period, Yao’s reaction would vary. Nowadays, he doesn’t really care that much. But if it was any earlier, he would be so ashamed of himself!

He’d try to teach you Mandarin, but that wouldn’t last long. His version of Mandarin is a mess of like 50 dead dialects, and he would get real annoyed when you mess it up, sorry /:

Yao has had to deal with foreigners so much nowadays, he doesn’t care much to learn about your country or teach you about his. He’ll assume you already know about his culture.

He doesn’t like traveling, but he’ll always make an exception for you and your family <3 Just… be aware he’s gonna try to get you to move to China constantly.

Ivan would quite like this arrangement actually! He’s always had an admiration for the UK, plus now he has something to bother Arthur with-

He wouldn’t care much about the language thing (he might even try stopping you from learning Russian,) but if you make fun of his bad English he would take it so personally ):

He wants you to take him on tours around where you’ve lived in the UK!!! Tell him everything!!! No one usually wants him to visit their country, so he’s very excited to come home with you!

Fully embraces your multi-cultural little family unit!

Frankly, I don’t think Feliciano would have much of a reaction. Him and Arthur are not close, but he’s never had any real animosity for the country. He loves foreigners, where exactly you’re from doesn’t make much difference!

Loves speaking to you in Italian! He thinks your confused and flushed face is just the cutest.

As much as he likes hearing about your country, he is way more excited to show you the sights and sounds of his own.

Gives you a lot of homemade cultural foods but forgets you’re British and makes them way too … seasoned.

You may be from across the continent, but you’ll always be his persona amata.

Despite Ludwig’s general annoyance towards British politics, he actually quite likes that his S/O is British! He finds a lot to enjoy about the culture.

Will insist that you teach him about growing up in the UK. He just finds it fascinating!

German and English are relatively similar languages, so he’ll suggest you learn at least a little. But he’s not gonna push you on it, your accent is terrible anyway.

You guys probably live and eat very similarly, since Ludwig has adapted very quickly to globalization. Very convenient for you, very annoying for Gilbert.

Overall, this would be a great relationship. Ludwig would be very casual about you being British (cough cough, Alfred)

Generally, Kiku finds most Europeans quite annoying to deal with, but he’ll always make an exception for you <3

Considering how Arthur reacted to Japanese, he’s not even gonna try to get you to learn. He’ll teach you if you ask nicely, but only then.

He’s not very into teaching you about Japan, more casually explains cultural things as they come up.

He would love to go back to the UK with you! He’s very touristy, and would love if you are too.

Kiku is always willing to set aside any bias or personal history aside for you <3

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hiii can i request russia, canada, germany and greece seeing their s/o wearing their clothes for the first time? good luck on ur finals :D !!

hetalia russia, canada, germany, and greece seeing their s/o wear their clothes

1.0k words ~ gender neutral headcanons / scenarios

tw: none!

a/n: holy shit tthis request is so old that its a new finals season :sob: guys im trying. ALSO idk how to write greece. but hopefully its ok

Russia

Ivan wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you wore his clothing. Like, he just never expected anyone to ever… want to do that?

Plus, if you’re any shorter than 6’ 5”, his clothes are more like blankets than anything wearable.)

Mornings at Ivan's house were always cold. His dacha had been built long before the invention of home heating systems, and he had always refused to modernize anything he owned.

So, when you finally woke up, you grabbed one of Ivan's jackets to keep yourself warm while you made breakfast. It was huge, on him and you, and lined with fur from animals killed centuries ago.

The house was quiet aside from the quiet sizzling of an egg on a pan. Or at least, it was until you heard the dull thuds drawing closer behind you.

In an instant, Ivan wrapped his firm arms around you, picking you up off the floor for a second.

“G-Good morning to you too,” You tease him softly. All he responds with is a quiet grunt, muffled as he buries his face in your hair.

“Should I make you something too?”

He shook his head, “You are too perfect to be cooking right now...”

“Aww, Ivan...”

”Please wear things like this more often...“ He mumbled, seemingly embarrassed.

”What, your things? Should I steal more jackets?“

“Yes... please...“ He said, and you could feel his smile, even if you couldn't see it.

He just can't get enough of you wearing his stuff. He thinks it makes you two look like a real couple. Then everyone will know that you're his (:

Canada

From the start of your relationship, Matthew had been trying to subtly coerce you into wearing his clothes. It's like, one of his main relationship goals.

So if you did it without him asking, his brain would fry.

“D-Dear, what are you- a-are you...?” Matthew's shaking voice makes it way past your earbuds, which you promptly rip out.

You turn away from your desk to face him, and his face immediately lights up.

”Sorry, I- I didn't have an-“ Is all you sputter out before you're interrupted by a hug that sends you tumbling backwards. He's warm as he curls around you, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

”Oh. Uh-”

“W-Wait, sorry... I- I didn't mean to um-”

“You're f-”

“No- I mean-” He pulls away, letting go of you completely.

“Math-”

“Sorry!”

“MATTHEW,” You finally manage to break him out of his stuttering state, “It's fine.”

He averts his gaze as he stands before you, awkwardly playing with his hoodie cuffs, ”I- I just really think you're um- cute in that...“

”Matt, it's just a hoodie.“

”Yeah but it- it has um... that...“ He points to the maple leaf pattern covering the hoodie. That makes you pause, looking up at him like he said something weird.

“It's just leaves.”

His cheeks immediately turn the same shade as the leaves on his hoodie, ”W-Well! It's better than stars and stripes!“

Seriously, anything that shows that you're showing him over America will make him go crazy.

Germany

Ludwig doesn't have a lot of casual clothes, so you're kind of limited in your “stealing t-shirts for pyjamas” options

And sorry to disappoint, but his stoic demeanour isn't getting majorly cracked even by that.

It was a rare occurrence for Ludwig to let you do anything around the house. He cooked the meals, he cleaned the dishes, he did most of the laundry, and the sweeping, mopping, and literally any other task that had to be done. So, in a moment you thought would never come, you were actually excited to be doing the dishes for him.

But, because of his disaster of a “modern, ergonomic” sink, that meant getting water all over your shirt. And seeing how you were wearing something nice for a date night with him, you only had one choice. Throwing on one of his torn and faded old t-shirts.

After a few minutes of washing the dishes alone, Ludwig took his place beside you, leaning against the counter and watching you intently.

“Yes?“ You prompt him, and he immediately looks a little embarrassed.

”Thanks for doing this.“

”You do this every night, so like, it's fine?“

”Y-Yes, but, I still appreciate it.“ He tells you quickly, before placing a hang on your shoulder. You turn off the water for a moment, plunging the kitchen into silence again.

Before you could register it, you were pulled closer to him. 

“You should wear my things more often…” He mumbled before leaning down to kiss your cheek.

“Buy more normal person clothes then.”

Then he pulled away with a groan, “OK, the moment is over.”

Greece

Heracles probably didn't even notice until you said something. Anytime he's looking at you, your clothes are the last thing he registers.

”Oh, wait... uh- sorry,“ You blurt out once you look down and remember what you're wearing, ”I forgot to ask if I could...“

He looks over you as your hands fidget with the hem of his oversized t-shirt. The design said something in Greek, but all you could make out were the words ”FOOD“ and ”CATS” (It was more important that it was comfortable than stylish.) For his part, he looked completely disinterested in whatever you were saying.

“If you could what?” Heracles asks, his tone dry and tired.

“If I could wear your shirt...”

“Oh,” Then he glances over your direction, barely looking over his tea, ”Yes, I see that now.“

”Do you... care?“

”No.“ He says as if what you had just asked was as obvious as the colour of the sky. Despite that, it didn't seem to bother or excite him in the slightest.

He might find it a little amusing when his clothes don't fit you, but generally he doesn't care. He believes strongly in the idea that ”What's his is yours, and what's yours is his.“

Because of that, he'll steal your clothes too. And he might rip them. Oops.

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[headingalaxys-spicy]

Hi!

Could you please write a headcanon on how Canada, Russia, Germany, Prussia and England (with England both Arthur and Alice) would react on coming home wile their s/o dozed off on the couch from exhaustion?

Oooooh a chance for some fluff. Here you go 🌟

🇨🇦 Canada 🇨🇦

He would find it cute that you’re splayed all over the couch like an exhausted polar bear after a massive brunch. He would boop your nose and see how many times he can get away with doing so before you wake up. He will even pull out a counter. It takes him a minute to realize that many papers are crowded behind you on the couch. When you finally become conscious, you immediately recognize the concern on his face. You explain that the latest project that will need to be completed by mid-spring has a few issues that have come up. Matthew will offer to make you a hot drink and run your nightly bath. He will put his nose to yours and say:

“I love you my sweet maple.”

🇬🇧 England 🇬🇧

“How adorable,” He will say to himself as he enters the living room that had dimming light from the early evening sun. He snaps his fingers and flying mint bunny appears in a paparazzi outfit. The green bunny was ready to get the scoop. He took impromptu photos while you were in your deep slumber. Arthur saves these photos for a secret scrapbook that he may or may not show you one day. He will walk over to get a better view of your beautiful face. As he removes some of the hair from your face, he can see that the bags under your eyes have expanded over the last few months. He worried about your increasing workload and some of the other things that have been happening in your life. Arthur will stroke your face gently and leave you with a kiss on the cheek.

“I suppose I should prepare some tea.”

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🌼 England Nyo! 🌼🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

Each time she comes home to you she considers herself lucky. A sense of ease washes over her as you slept soundly on the couch. However, Alice is a bit of a worrywart when it comes to you. You’d been coming home to pass out on the couch daily for the past few weeks. She placed her hand on top of your forehead to make sure you weren’t running a fever. Once she sees that the coffee table is covered in books, documents, and highlighters, she immediately knows the testing season is underway. Alice still thought working this much wasn’t normal, but she was eager to see you achieve your dreams. Out of love and valuing it higher above her ego, she’ll give France a call and ask for assistance in making an incredible meal that tastes great and gets you your energy back.

🇩🇪 Germany 🇩🇪

He’s not so great at describing what his heart feels so a smile graces his face as well as the sudden appearance of butterflies and Edelweiss. This is his standard reaction since most can’t relax within his presence. However, as he came over so that he could have a better view of you he was concerned. A pen was held in your fist while you were face down on some papers as your lungs dragged in oxygen. Ludwig accidentally stepped on some of the documents that had fallen to the floor. This will give him pause and make him question just how strenuous your job has become for you lately. As you let out a yawn and turn yourself over, Ludwig can’t help but admire you for a few moments as you continue your slumber. He will organize your papers and leave you to slumber soundly.

🐥 Prussia 🐥

Gilbert will rouse you from your slumber as he shouts your name loudly as soon as he gets through the door. When he comes to you on the couch, he takes notice of your extremely messy hair, indentations of your skin from the couches’ pillows, and dried-up drool.

“Wow, someone had an insanely crazy nap! You look like you haven’t slept in weeks! Vhats going on with you lately?”

Once you explain that the combination of school and work is beginning to make you reach burnout, Gilbert will be quick to offer to help you with chores. He wants you to be successful and not quit what you’ve started. He will aggressively tussle your hair and pinch your cheeks as he looks you dead in your eyes and says:

“Remember that tassel is worth the hassle!”

🇷🇺 Russia 🇷🇺

Ivan heard you drop like a Nordmann fir passing out in an empty forest. He couldn’t react right away since he was in the middle of a Zoom meeting with his boss. Once he came into the living room to see that you’d already reached the cavernous depths of slumber, he decided it was best to keep you there. A shiver caught his eye as you shifted in your sleep. The late winter frost had taken a bite out of you. Ivan reaches for the blankets draped on the back of the couch. He couldn’t let you freeze, but he also couldn’t let you reach burnout, either. Ivan had noticed that you’d been giving it your all in your career, but you’d never had any energy to spare when you’d gotten home. It was a conversation for a later time, but he kept it in the back of his mind as he took a moment to take in your sleeping face that the winter air had kissed. His giant bear paw hands warm your cheeks as he kisses your forehead. Before he leaves you to rest, he lit up the fireplace to ensure your comfort.

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[merbear25]

Can you do Hetalia Axis x female reader x Allies? They are all figthing for the reader's love.

Hello! Even though this is more than the 3 character limit, I realize it would kind of defeat the fun and purpose of the ask to limit it. Instead, I decided to put them on a scale of most to least competitive with blurbs. Hope you like it!

CW: SFW, fem!reader in mind but nothing specific mentioned

Most to least competitive with a shared romantic interest (Axis and Allies)

Most

Italy: He'd constantly be around, chatting with you, being touchy feely, and overall hard to ignore. This might be his greatest advantage: you would have constant exposure to his silly ways which would make him hard to forget.

France: It was hard deciding if he'd be more or less competitive than Italy, but his means of getting your attention are far less of a resemblance to spamming. He'd rely heavily on romantic gestures, which may just do the trick.

England: In spite of his moments of self-loathing, he'd be confident enough to pursue you. He couldn't bear the thought of any of the others being with someone as lovely as you. You deserved a gentleman, and he'd be good and ready to fit that.

Germany: Even though he's more reserved and quiet, he's a go-getter. If he wanted something, he'd go by whichever means to get it ―this would include you. He'd be thoughtful about how he got your attention but would still be super nervous about his feelings for you.

America: Despite dominating nearly every conversation he's apart of, he wouldn't have the easiest time maintaining your attention. Sure, he'd be one of the first to come chat you up, but he wouldn't be the most suave with his flirting. He'd try but it may be a hit or miss.

China: Not nearly the loudest of the first half but the loudest of the last, he'd be insistent on working in time to see each other. He'd go the most mature route when it came to actually getting your attention, but when amongst the others his overall patience would run thin.

Japan: Self-assurance is something that has never been an issue for him. He wouldn't be the most successful when getting your attention in a group setting, since he's more reserved. If he was able to find you off by yourself, he'd feel confident going up and exchanging pleasentries.

Russia: He'd be slightly hopeful at first based on your interactions with him, but he'd ultimately lose steam as the others practically bulldozed their way to you. If he felt strongly enough towards you, and if you reignited his hope, he'd be ruthless. However, that'd be a big 'if'.

Canada: Unfortunately, his only real hope when competing for your love and attention would be if you were similar to him: the quiet and soft-spoken type. His confidence, when compared to the others', does not measure up in the slightest, leading to him discouraging himself.

Least

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would i be able to have germany love?

Germany x fem reader imagines

Minors DNI.

-Ludwig being so focussed on his paperwork that he doesn’t even seem to notice you, his cute little secretary, bending over the table to try and get him to look your way, but later on when his work is all finished he gently bends you over the edge of your desk and clicks his tongue “y/n, don’t distract me when I have work to do, it took way longer to finish up today because of your actions.”

-Ludwig being a long term friend of yours from a transfer program and when you two get to meet up for coffee he’s brought you flowers. You accept them wholeheartedly and he’s shy about it til you kiss him in the cheek. Once you cross a physical touch barrier with him he’s practically tearing off your clothes right there in the parking lot.

-Ludwig, fucked out and catching his breath. that’s it, just the mental image alone makes me wanna jump those bones.

-Getting a glimpse of how big Ludwig is when you go swimming with him and his trunks decide to show you the outline of his dick.

-🥵🥵🥵🥵LUDWIG TAKING SWEATY SELFIES AT THE GYM AND YOU CAN SEE HIS OUTLINE THROUGH HIS SWEATS 🥵🥵🥵🥵 I’m all about dick print.

-Like ok listen I’m not into blonds but Ludwig pushing his locks out of his face as he’s plowing into you missionary style, bottoming out as he pushes his entire length into you and saying “that’s it, that’s it, you can do it, sweetheart.”

-IMAGINE RIDING AND GRINDING YOUR PUSSY ONTO LUDWIGS BIG GIANT MANLY HANDS, He has those big man fingers so getting fucked with one is like being fucked by 2.

-Ludwig eating you out by holding you up,your legs over his shoulders and your back pressed against a wall.

-Ludwig trashing and ripping his clothes by accident during a drunken brawl, he’s got a bruised eye and a bloody nose, you can see the skin of his broad shoulders from under the tears in his seams.

-Ludwig being SO embarrassed the first time he opens a naked pic you sent him but you see “Ludwig screenshot your photo” pop up moments after. He doesn’t know Snapchat records that type of stuff.

-Ludwig just hanging with Kiku and Feliciano when he picks up his phone for the table, and plays an audio recording you sent him. “Aaah~ mmm oh fuck me lud-“ he whips his phone at the nearest wall and keeps eating like nothing happened.

-Getting spanked by Ludwig when you’re acting up!

-LUDWIG BEING A PROF WHOS CLASS YOU ATTENDED SHORTLY, AND HERE HE IS FUCKING YOU ON HIS DESK JUST BECAUSE YOU ASKED HIM TOO.

-Having scary dog privilege and no one fucking with you or even looking at you when you go anywhere with him, it’s like having your own personal body guard.

-Treating Ludwig by letting him eat you out when you’re dressed as a cat girl. He’s a SUCKER for cat girls.

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[hetalia-fannn]

Can you do Allies x reader x Axis? They are all fighting for reader's love.

Sure thing!

I'm so sorry it's late :"(

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Hetalia

Characters: Aph America, Aph England, Aph France, Aph Canada (added), Aph Russia, Aph China ->Allies + Aph Germany, Aph Italy, Aph Japan ->Axis

Reader: Gender-neutral

italy gif, couldn't find a one with all

Allies + Canada and Axis fighting for reader's love headcanons:

When all of the members of your friend group fall in love with you, what would you do?

You had no clue but suddenly both Allies and Axis countries seemed to be interested in you. It all started when you noticed they wanted to go out with you.

One day, you promised to eat hamburgers with America, and immediately after that Canada asked if it was okay for you to go to watch a hockey match with him.

Not after a while, England invited you to have tea with him, Russia seemed to ask for a chat while Germany had flowers especially for you.

Japan got you his newest mangas as a gift, Italy cooked pasta for you and called you "Bella*" and China was excited to talk about history while going to a museum. (*= Bella means "Beautiful" in Italian, people most likely already know that but wanted to add in case)

You had so many plans with them but bad part was most of these events were at the same time, yet you just couldn't say no to their faces but you had no idea how to catch up on everything.

Then you saw all of them at the same time, in front of your door.

They were all fighting, when you came there they immediately stopped.

America: S/o please go out with meee!!! Canada: S/o I r-really like you! We should watch that match, eh? France: S/o mon amour, I love you so much~

England: Forget that bastard, think about drinking tea with me /// China: S/o I like you aru. Russia: I think chatting with me is the best idea, right s/o?

Meanwhile Italy was screaming: Bella I've made you pasta ve.

You also saw Germany with more flowers with a note saying "Ich Liebe Dich*" and Japan with more mangas. (*Ich liebe dich= I love you in German)

Japan: S/o-san these are for you...

Germany: Yeah,,, I g-got this for you S/o

You really didn't know what to do but two things were sure, they both were looking very adorable and secondly looks like it was about to start of ww3 ooops.

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I hope you enjoy this anon ^^' I feel like I'm not really good at writing with s/o :")

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