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renonv · 6 months

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Can you draw Netherlands? And the version of him but how finland see him? And...well... some NedPort? Sorry, I know bad grammar...Ah! Thanks so so so much!!

you ain’t gotta worry about grammar ever on this blog!! And I fucking love Ned but I never draw him so here you go!!

Also completely forgot about that scene between Fin and him so I had to do some research ajsjsnsj hopefully this is what u meant lol

#Romano somehow ended up here as well #also first fin drawing ever 💀 I need to actually draw him #hetalia #aph #aph romano #aph netherlands #aph portugal #nedport #hws #hws romano #hws netherlands #hws portugal #hetalia world series #hetalia world twinkle #hetalia world stars

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askcardsuits · 3 months

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What happend to Netherlands ti have a so big scar??! (I know bad grammar)

#cardverse #hetalia #hws netherlands #hws portugal #nedport #comic #why must my favorite ships also be violent

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kemuri-verdecv525 · 4 months

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How do you measure a year?

Lyrics from Seasons of love.

#nedport

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ifindus · 3 months

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Sorry Sorry Sorry

But Can you draw some fluffy christmas with NedPort??

Thanks so so so so much(⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)⁠♡

Sorry this is so late 🙈💖 hope you still enjoy it ~

#hetalia #aph portugal #nedport #aph netherlands #hws portugal #hws netherlands #thanks for the ask 🥰#hope this counts as fluffy 😅😅#nedport is such a good ship 😩😩✨✨

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nurmiiii · 9 months

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Nedport for today!

The image is not mine! check the link and take a look to its author's Twitter account 🤍: link

#hetalia #aph portugal #hws portugal #aph netherlands #hws netherlands #nedport #hws nedport #<3 #drawing

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helianskies · 2 months

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11 and 3 for nedport!

i got excited for a second and then i realised you picked number 3 and :(

...but fine. if you insist >:3

11. what are their first impressions of each other?

ned: oh god please not another one—

port: um who let in the street urchin??

but really, ned would be wary of portugal at first by all accounts. he's already got strong opinions on spain when they meet and this young nation can't handle another toni. he therefore plays it carefully and keeps his mouth shut around the iberian, cards close to his chest. port might be calm and lax on the outside, but ned can see there's more to him than meets the eye. he doesn't want to test him.

meanwhile, port probably looks at ned and is briefly pitiful of this other poor kid toni has dragged home with him, but is not too heavily invested in ned as an individual. still, he first sees ned and labels him quiet and timid. no threat. mild. just... there. he's just a little lost lamb trapped in the lair of an iberian wolf. coitadinho... (shame he couldn't see the future, huh!)

3. which one outlives the other and how do they cope (this hurt to write but...)

ned outlives port.

port is not too surprised as the times draws near and he feels his connection to his land becoming tenuous, weaker, frail... it starts with the grey hairs, the aches in his body that won't go away - that only get worse, rather than get better. it scares him, but he isn't the sort to say what's wrong. he doesn't want to burden anyone with worry. which is why, when ned realises what's happening - why port is quieter, more distant - he is sworn to secrecy.

not that that makes it easier for ned, of course. but he also knows that if their time is destined to become limited, then he will do what he can to keep port happy.

so, they'll go travelling. no explanation is given to anyone who asks beyond, 'we just thought it was time to have a break'. ned and port will revisit old haunts. they'll try new things while doing the things they've loved doing together for years - maybe even centuries. ned will look after port, and port will make sure ned knows exactly what his wishes are for when the time comes.

of course, port can't keep his condition a secrst forever. but ned helps him keep it for as long as he can. then, once the cat is out of the bag, port packs up and moves in with ned (after ned nags him about it for a while). they continue to live. ned does everything in his power to keep port comfortable, and to spend as much time as possible with him. years will go by. the hairs turns more grey, the bones become more brittle. but ned stays. and port will always he grateful.

when the times comes for ned to be on his own again, 'coping' does not come into it for a while. everything feels empty - his home, his life, his soul. he's lost. he's a wreck. he breaks things in roaring tantrums and stays in bed for days on end. really, port would be having a go at him if he were still around, telling him to pick himself up, to stop being so melodramatic (which would be rich coming from him!).

it's only when ned finds himself in the presence of others - toni, arthur - even luciano - that he can start to try and come to terms with it. they have to be there for each other. he can't get through it alone.

the wounds never fully heal. but every year, once a year, he'll take himself on a trip to a place that port loved or would have loved, and he'll find somewhere peaceful and beautiful to sit down and rest so that he can share it with him. because port will never truly leave him. he's always there, watching over ned. he's in every breeze, every sunset, every wave. port will be with him right to the end, and evetually, ned finds peace in that.

[ ship ask game here! ]

#helia answers #hws netherlands #hws portugal #nedport #cake u got me in tears over having to separate them when it's out of their control 😭😭😭#i hope you're happy! because they're sure not! 😭😭😭😭😭#it had to be that way around though #i don't think port would cope at all #i think he'd just slowly fade away himself #i don't think he could be saved in the way that... at least to an extent.. ned could be #or port would just go 'well i've had a good run i suppose' and then he'd .go out to sea and never be seen again :'#either way. thanks? i think? ;')

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satelliteliteee · 1 year

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#my art #nedport

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rosesandalfazemas · 10 months

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Does Port have a partner for each day of the week? Which seven lucky countries and which days?

Another hint of Destiny, Anon.

I also do traditional illustrations (for me and commissions) and I've got tons of notebooks there. @greengreekeyes25 could testify because she saw it: the only drawing I didn't finish last year was about Portugal's Harem. For the exact question here.

So, thanks to you, I finished it and I share you in here, so hope you like it~ Answering your question, starting on Monday:

Netherlands

Spain

Greece

Japan

Macau

Brazil

England

(ok here I experimented traditional work with aquarels + copics, sorry about that)

HAPPY PORTUGAL DAY 8D

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kaimaciel · 1 year

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Netherlands: How many people did you sleep with?

Portugal: Hm... only you.

Netherlands: Bullshit.

Portugal: I mean it. You're the only one I've slept with. The other guys kept me awake all night.

#hetalia #aph portugal #hws portugal #hws netherlands #aph netherlands #nedport #hetalia axis powers #hetalia world stars

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sailorgreywolf-german · 9 months

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Not sure if you’re still doing the prompts but 9 with nedport

Portugal took his sword from the scabbard at his hip and offered it to the Netherlands, saying as he did so, “There, Malacca is yours.”

It stung to give his sword as a proxy for the fort after fighting to avoid it for so long. However, it would not hurt half as much if it were not this man. It was the man whose eyes made his heart flutter, whose presence made him blush even when he was trying to maintain his anger.

He couldn’t quite bring himself to meet the Netherlands' eyes; he would certain that if their eyes met he would be undone. For the sake of his heart, he could not. He was staring at a spot just to the right of the Dutchman's head as he spoke.

The Netherlands took the sword. As he did so, he ran his fingers across the back of Portugal’s hand. He didn’t sound like a victor when he said, “I didn’t intend for it to come to this.”

The lingering physical contact made Portugal look directly at him and – against his better judgement – met the Netherlands' eyes. He tried to sound firm as he said, “You have fought hard for someone who didn’t intend this.”

He wished he could sound more convincing, but he was melting under the Netherlands' gaze. He felt like the Netherlands understood what he meant from the way he ran his thumb over the back of his hand. The Netherlands replied, “That is not what I meant. I wish I did not have to take it from you.”

Portugal felt his cheeks flush at the way that the Netherlands was looking at him. But he did his best to sound unaffected when he responded, “Don’t be so modest. You decided what you wanted and you took it. Your seamanship won the day, and I am duly impressed.”

He noticed that the Netherlands had not moved his hand to take the sword. He was letting the touch linger. He replied, “Do you really think that was all I wanted?”

Portugal felt the way the other man’s eyes raked him, and he knew what he was hinting at. The idea was appealing, but Portugal knew that if he let himself be touched, he wouldn’t want to leave. Every time they stole a moment, he found it harder and harder to go back to Spain.

Portugal shook his head, denying the implied request. He pulled away and turned to leave the room. Before he could, the Netherlands stepped between him and the door. There was a steely determination in his eyes as he said, “Are you really going to leave just like that? Won’t you stay longer?”

Portugal decided to play intentionally dumb, though he had no doubt what the Netherlands was longing for, “I have already surrendered. What else is there to do?”

The Netherlands reached out and ran his hand down Portugal’s face and neck, letting his fingers trail softly across his neck, “Can you really not imagine anything else?”

Portugal shivered and goosebumps erupted across his skin. How he loved the feeling of those calloused fingers, so worn by years of hauling ropes. He wanted to feel those fingers all over his body. He dreamed of the way it felt.

But that painful craving was why he forced himself to say, “Johann, please do not be like this.”

The Netherlands seemed to decide it was his turn to play dumb as he asked, “Why not?”

His eyes betrayed that he knew how tempting he was. He moved closer, close enough that he could kiss Portugal if he was just to lean forward. But he stopped just short, close enough that Portugal could smell the tobacco and gunpowder and seawater on his coat.

Portugal took a deep breath that he intended to stead himself. But instead the familiar scent of the man in front of him washed over him, making it harder to concentrate.

He said, trying to answer the question, “Because I will have to leave you to tell Antonio what happened. If we do anything, I will be leaving your bed before the sun sets. I'll be alone again by tomorrow.”

He moved closer, practically unconscious of what his feet were doing. He could feel the heat of the Netherlands' body. The Netherlands cupped his face with his hand, surprisingly gentle for a man who smelled so strongly of sea battles, “What does that matter when we could have this moment?”

Portugal felt a stinging in the corners of his eyes as he tried to explained, “I cannot bear to be apart from you anymore. Nothing hurts more than the leaving.” He swallowed the feeling rising in his throat before continuing, “If I don’t let it start, then it doesn’t have to end.”

He met the Dutchman’s eyes – and like so many times before – he found himself lost in their stormy depths that were so like the ocean. The Netherlands simply said, pain barely hidden under his usual brusqueness, “Can you really do that?”

Portugal’s eyes flitted from the Dutchman’s sea-green eyes to his lips. He knew the answer as his body moved on its own to lean forward.

He muttered, “No” before connecting their lips. The Dutchman’s lips were rough, chapped from the sea air, but the feeling of them was wonderfully familiar.

The contact was so tactile: roughness of the calloused hands, the stubble scratching against his skin, the taste of tobacco smoke. He felt every inch a sailor. Dreams were never so tactile, so intoxicating.

The Netherlands growled and Portugal felt teeth graze his lower lip. He parted the lips to oblige. He heard the distant clatter of the sword against the floor before the Netherlands used both hands around Portugal’s waist to lift him up and carry him to bed.

#nedport #hws netherlands #hws portugal

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koolkat9 · 1 year

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My messy shipping web so I can have most of my fav ships:

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myhetaliablog · 2 days

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please repost and share!

hey everyone i dont want to waste time! i have a busy life because i have a job that pays the bills! Lets get this BREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so without further ado, here is my first post! so guys, if you had to choose between being on the axis powers side or the american powers side, which one would you choose and why? Please repost with an answer and I will make sure to get back to you! Personally, I would choose the Allies side because I LOVE America. In the big brother way! NOTHING SEXUAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! However, I would also choose Japan and Germany to be friends with because I think they would be badass compansions!