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The plane soars in the cloudless sky. Alfred would consider it a beautiful day, but he was on a mission. He couldn’t have a mission on a beautiful day. That immediately knocked it down to a mediocre day.

Just another day in the life of a pilot.

His radio cackles. Krauts…up ahead…men down… The voice goes in and out. Krauts? They weren’t supposed to be portrolling the skies that day.

Then Alfred saw the iron cross and swatiska. Damn. Of course. He goes to drop a few bombs, and now he’s in a dogfight! Maybe next his plane will just get shot out of the sky!

That was what he was thinking when he felt the explosion from one side of the plane.

Alfred woke up in a sweat. Was the crash a dream? He didn’t bolt directly up. He lay in whatever bed he was in. Why was it so dark?

Was he even awake? He could hear men groaning and screaming. Some sobbed and prayed. It smelled like vomit, heat, and decaying flesh. He was definitely in the hospital ward.

Had his crash been a dream? Were his eyes open? Again, why was it so dark?

He reached up for his eyes. Alfred just wanted to make sure that his eyes were open. Pain shot through his entire body when he tried to life his arms. In defeat, he laid them back down at his side.

“Oh. You’re awake,” a rather chipper female voice said. Was she British? She had an accent. “Nice to see you awake, Captain Jones.”

“Where am I?” he said rather groggily. Alfred felt as if he had been ran over and spit at. “Am I in the hospital?”

He felt a hand rest on his forehead. “Yep!” The nurse placed a cool, wet rag on his forehead. “You were pretty banged up after a German plane shot you down.” Damn Krauts. “You’ve been in a coma for 5 days.”

5 days? He’s been asleep for 5 days? “Oh.” He blinked. His eyes were definitely open. “Why can’t I see? Do you have all the lights off? Is it night?”

He had so many questions. Why had he been in a coma? Why couldn’t he see? Alfred had a right to know.

The nurse was silent. The space beside him was still. “Hello?” he said again.

“Captain, when your plane was shot down, you, Uh, you lost your eyesight. You lost all of it.” She sounded regretful. “Sorry.”

Alfred fought through the pain and forced his hands up to his face. He felt around his eyes. There must be a bandage. Something.

His face felt normal.

A scream caught in his throat, and he covered his mouth. Tears caught in his eyes. “Captain, are you okay?”

He turned his face towards the voice. Alfred slowly shook his head. How could he be okay?

Alfred uncovered his mouth, and sat there. He felt numb. He would never see again. He would never fly again. He’d never see the stars or the clouds or pretty flowers and places. He’d be forced to go home and face his family as a failure.

That’s when he started to shout. Tears ran down his face and onto his pillow. The nurse began to shake him, but there was no stopping him.

It felt as if his life had just ended.

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He crawled in the window after standing out on the fire escape for who knows how long. Allen had debated long and hard over whether it had been the right time to come in.

City lights and the sound of cars below him followed him into the completely dark bedroom. He closed it again, quietly, for he still wasn’t sure if he wanted to wake anyone up. Hs blocked out all views from the window.

Someone noticed. They turned over in their bed and faced the window. “Allen?” they asked groggily.

“Are there any other men that crawl into your room in the middle of the night? Should I be worried?” He took a step forward before realizing that his shoes made too much noise and took them off.

They giggled before yawning. “No, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t getting robbed.”

He stepped closer and stood over their bed, waiting to see if a light in the hall came on. “Don’t worry, Doll, you’re safe with me.”

“I know. I always am.” They pulled up the blankets, revealing an empty spot in the bed. “Wanna join me? I’m very warm and comfortable.”

It was like a question he didn’t know he wanted asked. Allen sighed and got into bed with them. He cuddled against them and let them lay their head on his chest. “I just gotta keep a watch on my Dollface. Can’t let anything bad happen to you.”

Their eyes were already closed again, drifting into sleep. “I know, Baby.”

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In the middle of a moonless night, you knocked on the door of the groundskeeper’s cottage. There were no lights on inside, but you knew that he was up. He was always up when you needed him.

You knocked once more. “Lovino,” you quietly yelled. “Open up!” You didn’t want to wake your father.

The door slightly opened, and Lovino stood in his work clothes. He looked sad, which was a change from his usual pissed off stare. You automatically fell into his arms, and he stumbled back. “What are you doing here?”

Tears formed in your eyes. Even his embrace couldn’t make you feel better. Everything was just going wrong.

He softly closed the door and led you to his bed. It was a one room cottage. All there was room for was a bed, fireplace, and a table with one chair. Not exactly the highlife.

“What’s wrong?” He didn’t sound too concerned. He just sounded sad. No matter. He could tell you why he was acting weird when you stopped crying. “You know you’re not supposed to be here anymore.”

You grabbed a fistful of your night clothes and sobbed quietly. “Where else am I supposed to go?” His cottage was your home.

He shrugged before sighing and sitting down next to you. Lovino carefully rubbed your shoulders. “I know.”

You leaned your head on his chest. His heart beat rapidly, and you couldn’t help but smile. “My suitor is coming tomorrow.”

“I know.” He broke away from you and stood. Lovino refused to look you in the eye.

“Are those the only words you know? Don’t just tell me you know, help me think of a plan to run away! I can’t marry them, Lovino.” You trailed after him with tears in your eyes.

He turned to the fireplace. “You need to keep it down. If anyone find you down here…” Lovino didn’t bother to finish since you both knew what would happen.

“We can leave right now. I have some money stored in my wardrobe. We can buy a boat ticket. We could find an inn and try and find work there. Me and you!” He put his hands in his pockets and didn’t answer.

“That’s impossible.” He rolled back on his heels. He wanted to say something, but he just kept his mouth shut. That was unusual.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Lovino. Not someone weird. You! I’m in love with you.”

His shoulders slacked just a bit. “I love you, too.” He spoke softly and carefully.

“Then look at me.” You went to stand in front of him, forcing Lovino to look at you.

He was crying. Big, fat tears rolled down his face, and his mouth was set into a grimace. Lovino didn’t even bother to wipe away the tears before speaking. “I love you so much.”

“Then let’s run away together!” You gripped his shirt in your fists. “Let’s run away and never look back!”

He placed his hands on your shoulders and gently pushed you away. “We can’t.” Lovino walked over to his bed and sat on it before putting his head between his knees. “We can’t.”

You walked over to him and got on your knees in front of him. Carefully, you took his hands in yours and held them close to your chest. “And why not?”

Lovino didn’t answer. He just shook his head. You began to look around the room. A sack of his belongings waited by the door.

“You’re leaving.” You look at him with wide eyes before throwing his hands down and standing up.

He nodded slowly and began to cry harder. You distanced yourself from him, and you finally backed into his small table.

“You’re leaving me.”

Lovino slowly looked up. He wasn’t necessarily looking at you, still. “Your father gave me enough fare to get home. The only condition was that I leave and never talk to you again.”

“You’re a coward!” You were so close to shrieking. “You’re a damn coward, Lovino! If you really loved me, you wouldn’t do this!”

“No, (y/n). I’m doing his because I love you.” He took a deep breath, stood and walked over to his sack of clothes. Tears flowed freely down my face. “They have money. You’re going to live a life I could never provide you. You’re going to be happy.”

He slipped on his coat and put his hat on. You were too stunned to follow him. All you were capable of doing was watching.

When he opened the door, the room became darker, and the crisp air shivered you to the bone. Lovino grabbed the sack and looked at you one last time. “I really do love you, you know.”

With that, he walked out the door and into the night. By the time you could think enough to run after him, he was gone in a carriage. All you could do was crumple to the ground and sob.

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It was electric. The strung lights overhead made everyone seem otherworldly. The garden seemed to come alive in the light from the bulbs and moon. Flowers climbed the tresses, and the stars twinkled in everyone’s eyes. Arthur couldn’t believe his eyes. It was almost like he had never seen anything more beautiful. 

Except he had, and they were standing right in front of him. As they swayed to the music, they closed their eyes and reached for his hands. He thought he was going to melt into the dirt at his feet. 

The music was live, and everyone else at the wedding was also out on the dance floor, whether they watched from the sidelines or held their partner close. The newlywed couple was in the center of it all, heads pressed closely together. 

Arthur pulled his partner closer to his chest and placed his chin on their head. He hummed along softly. His s/o then spoke up, “Arthur?” Their voice was hardly a whisper. 

His eyes were heavy lidded, for he did not know if he could ever be happier. “Hm?” 

They were hesitant to speak. The words kept getting caught in their throat. But with the music and lights and romance, there was no time like the present. That was what they told themselves anyway. 

“I think we should be the next to get married!” they blurted. 

Arthur stopped swaying for a moment and pulled apart to look them in the eyes intently. His face was hard to read. It sent a shock of fear through his s/o. They were never sure of the right timing. 

But, again, there is no time like the present. 

“Why, I think that is a marvelous idea. Let’s get right on that,” he replied before pulling them close again and continuing to sway. 

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I won't force you ofc but if you're comfortable doing it, you totally should bc AAAAAAAAAA!!!!! 💕💙❤💜💚🧡💌❣💓💗

I will heavily consider it! It may take me awhile to get back into the characters and everything though...

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Oh my g od I love your writing style sm!!!!!!! Thank you for. Writing!!!!!

omg thank you so much! It’s been awhile since I’ve written and nice words like this make me want to get back into it!

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Bro can you do. Beelarus,,,, Ask out woman she loves,,,, pls,,,,,

She always thought of herself as sly and suave, for there had never been a problem with enticing people to love her. Natalya was just out of practice, that was all. Nothing to do with nerves. 

“Hey! Natalya! Are you listening?” the woman who sat in front of her said while giving a small wave. They were waiting for her bus, and then Natalya would walk the rest of the way to her house. Believe it or not, she was actually out of her way, but she did not want the woman to leave her just yet. 

“Yes. I was just distracted.” Oh, how the smell of the other lady’s perfume made her dizzy. The early night stars seemed to burn brighter. Natalya thought she was going to be sick. What did one do in situations like this? Run and hide? Or push the butterflies down into her stomach? 

The woman looked up at the night sky. The sun had just set, and stars dotted the still-orange sky. “Man, the stars are beautiful tonight. Very romantic.” 

Natalya did not know if that was a sign or not. Were signs given in situations like that? That would be better than the guessing game she was currently playing.

“I bought two movies tickets,” Natalya blurted out. Her fists were balled up with her dress scrunched in them. 

The woman cocked an eyebrow. “Okay?”

Natalya could not even make eye contact. “I was hoping if you would accompany me. Not just as friends.” She wasn't sure if she should wait for an answer first or not. “We can grab dinner after, also not as friends.”

Her heart pounded so loud that she was afraid that the entire world could hear her. She was afraid that the entire world would hear her small confession of love. She meant it only for the woman standing in front of her. 

The woman looked surprised at first before her face softened. “Natalya, I would love that.” 

As they stared at one another in a not-so-comfortable silence, the bus pulled up and opened its doors with a squeak. The woman alerted. “Here’s my ride! But, hey, text me the details!” 

The woman gave her a quick peck on the cheek before bouncing onto the bus. As she pulled away, Natalya touched her hand to her cheek, butterflies still floating around in her stomach.

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Which countries (1&2p) would be ok with an s/o who is 17? (It's a legal age in most countries)

Man, imma be honest, that makes me uncomfortable. Sure, there are a few I can think of that wouldn’t mind it, but it would also paint the characters in a bad light.

I’m sorry!

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Do you weite for italy? Or possibly greece?

Ya know, I haven’t written on this blog in MONTHS. But to get asks in my inbox again really makes me want to. I do write for both of them! If you send something in, I’ll whip something up

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How the allies handle getting broken up with

America:

He makes a resolution to work out more. He’ll work out and go out and flirt and laugh until he realizes he can’t do that because he’s heartbroken. Cries for a few days.

Canada:

Throws himself into work, hobbies, and himself. Likes to just spend the time alone and think about himself. Does wonder if he’ll be alone forever, though.

China:

Knows that life goes on. Sure, he’s sad, but he can come out of it on top, and he knows that. If he really liked them, he may be a bit bitter for a few days.

England:

Depends on the ex. If it was nothing more than a fling, no harm, no foul. He’ll accept it graciously. If it was serious, he’ll probably drink himself into a stupor and drunk text his ex that he misses them.

France:

Like Yao, he knows that life goes on. Will be sad of course, but he will always seek out love. He will take the time to work on himself, and he knows that he will love again.

Russia:

Shuts himself out for a few days until he’s functional again. Won’t change clothes or shower during this time and he may or may not cry all the time. Hopes they can remain friends despite it all.

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Please can I request 1p allies and axis first meeting their S/O and what they first notice about her. Thank you and have a great day :D

Hey bro I only do seven characters at a time. Feel free to pick one group and send this in again because I would like to write it :)

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Hello~ how would Germany, Hungary, Austria, and Prussia act around a sensitive and easily scared s/o? Like, one who is anxious and practically jumps out of their skin when they hear a loud or sudden noise?

Germany:

The crashes from his documentary were loud, but he wasn’t too bothered by it. He was too engrossed in what the narrator was saying. Ludwig didn’t even notice until he heard a meek voice from the other end of the couch speak up. “Can you please turn it down?”

He glanced over to his s/o. Their eyes were wide, and their lip quivered. Another gunshot exploded on the screen. “Yeah, of course.”

As he turned down the TV, he lifted his arm so that they could cuddle beside him.

Hungary:

She never enjoyed shopping, but it had to be done. The holiday season called for it. Unfortunately, it seemed as if everyone had put it off until the last minute. She drug her s/o by the hand all around the mall.

“Can we take a break?” her s/o asked. She looked back to see her s/o shaking the slightest. Their labored breathing gave it all away. “I’m not the biggest fan of this crowd.”

“Yeah! I’m a little hungry, do you want to grab a bite to eat?” She would never push them, so she directed them toward a less crowded area of the store.

Austria:

He liked to sleep. He needed to sleep. Usually, Roderich went through the entire night without even moving. Alas, he was awoken to shaking from his s/o. “What?” he grumbled with his eyes still shut.

“I’m going to sound crazy, but I just heard a sound out in the yard and I’m 105 percent sure someone is trying to break in.” The moon shone in and hit their face just right.

He tried to hide his frustration. “There’s no one out there.”

They shook him harder. “No! I heard someone out there!” Their voice quivered.

Roderich sighed and sat up before putting his slippers on. “Alright! I’ll have someone go check!”

Prussia:

The concert was great! Gilbert loved live music. He hopped along to the loud music and sung all the lyrics. “This is awesome!” he yelled. “Thank you for coming with me!” He turned around to face his s/o.

Tears streamed from their eyes, and their whole body shook. Gilbert placed a hand on their arm and stepped closer to them. “Are you okay?” They shook their head. Even though Gilbert loved it, he loved them more. “Do you want to leave?”

They nodded, and Gilbert lead them out into the chilly night.

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SFW/NSFW Headcanons for Romania, Denmark, Norway, Iceland, 2p Denmark, 2p France and 2p America? Please, but if not, thanks anyways! Have a nice day.~

Romania:

SFW

Holds his s/o stuff for them while they’re riding around

Takes them on the most creative dates. “Let’s go ghost hunting!”

Always shares his food

Likes to watch old movies with his s/o

NSFW

Likes to bite

Likes to do it in the dark

Kind of into blood play.

Pull his hair. It’ll drive him MAD

Denmark:

SFW

Keeps candy in his pocket for his s/o and him

Takes his s/o on dangerous dates to beautiful places

Constantly shows them off on social media

Makes them cute gifts

NSFW

Very dominant. He likes to be on top most times

Likes to add food in the bedroom

He’ll get his s/o off in a room full of people if he feels like it

Likes it when his s/o wears no underwear

Norway

SFW

Buys his s/o expensive gifts

Puts on little concerts for them

His s/o never has to pay for anything with him around

Likes their at home dates the best

NSFW

Likes master/servant role plays

Leaves hickies all over his s/o

Doesn’t like to take it outside the bedroom

He likes missionary the best. He likes to see his s/o’s face

Iceland

SFW

Sends his s/o memes all the time

Asks weird questions “Fuck marry kill: Cyrptid edition”

He and his s/o have ugly sweater contests

Always holding their hand

NSFW

Very awkward during it all

Likes to French

Likes when him and his s/o masturbate together

His moans are the cutest

2p Denmark

SFW

Drives his s/o EVERYWHERE

Always has his arm around his s/o’s waist

Is the nicest to his s/o

Does nice little gestures, but always pretends that it’s nothing

NSFW

Likes it when his s/o dirty talks in his language

PHONE SEX

Give him road head!!!!

Can get rough. Expect bruises

2p France

SFW

Shares his cigarettes with his s/o

They literally have to drag him anywhere

Keeps some of his s/o clothes in his dresser

Gives them forehead kisses

NSFW

Real lazy, so he likes his s/o on top

Will choke his s/o

Dirty talks in French most often

Very quiet in bed

2p America

SFW

Makes jokes at his s/o defense a lot

Calls them cute nicknames

Takes them to the batting cages

Keeps a picture of his s/o in his wallet at all time

NSFW

Very into public sex

Has the best playlists to fuck to

Likes to record it and maybe post it

Often has his hand over his s/o’s mouth to quiet them

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NSFW? No problem! Can I have a dominant female reader x England? Maybe with some begging, dirty talk, and spanking??? Please and thanks you! :)

One thing Arthur enjoyed about living so far from others is that he could be as loud as he wanted when he wanted. There were no neighbors to disturb or peace to disturb.

And he really appreciated that when he was bent over a chair in his bedroom. Hickies line his neck and chest. His hair is sticking up in all directions. Lust fills his eyes.

His s/o straddles him. While he’s stripped down to his boxers, she’s fully clothed. A sinister smile plays along her lips. “Oh, Arthur, you seem to be enjoying this too much.”

He grunts and closes his fists tightly. “Maybe.”

She giggles behind him and knocks him onto his elbows before playing with the hem of his boxers. “What do you want me to do next? What does my darling want me to do to him?”

Her voice sounds like melted chocolate, and Arthur thinks his legs are going to give out. He just whimpers as a response. Her hand stops. “What was that?”

She did not tolerate that. It was always best to be vocal. She responded well to him being vocal.

“Fuck...me...” It came out as a whisper. He reached up to grab up her hips.

With a tsk, she pushed his hands off. “You know you aren’t allowed to touch.” She leaned back. “Roll over.”

Without hesitation, he rolled over, so that she rested on his bottom. She got off, with a small whimper from him. “Bend over the bed,” she instructed.

This was new. Arthur bent over the edge of the bed. She stood over him, licking her lips. Her fingers hooked around the waistband of his boxers. “What are you doing?”

She shushed him. His pale bottom was presented to her. She planted a soft kiss on one of his cheeks before rearing back and smacking him. A soft grunt escaped his lips as her hand came down on his bottom again and again.

She could do that all night.

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I apologize for the inactivity for the past few months. Life has been busy, as it goes. I’ll try to pick up some slack.

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Hello! How would the FACE family, Germany, Italy, and Romano react to having a big fight with their s/o where their s/o other runs out of the houseand once it got late, they went to check on them only to find that their s/o had cried themselves to sleep on the porch without a jacket or even their shoes?

France:

He was not a violent man. He did not like yelling or fighting in his personal life. Francis was never quick to anger, but sometimes, rarely, a nerve was struck. That’s why he was left huffing and puffing at a closed door an hour after his s/o had stormed out during a fight.

And, as if it he had a revelation, Francis’s face softened. As angry as he was, he had to go and find them. It was raining, and he was sorry. He slipped his shoes on and grabbed his car keys before opening the door.

As the rain pounded on his roof, he laid eyes on his s/o, who was curled up in a seat on the porch. They were asleep, without a jacket or shoes. Had they not put any on before storming off? Francis’s heart melted, and he felt tears well up in his own eyes. He bent over and slowly shook them awake.

America:

He paced their shared bedroom. His s/o had slammed the door in his face half an hour ago, leaving him alone. Alfred didn’t fancy being alone or his s/o being upset. In nothing but his pajamas and socks, he made his way outside, all the while hoping his s/o hadn’t left the property.

Alfred found them sitting in the porch swing with tear stained cheeks and snoring softly. Their bare feet were tucked under them, and goosebumps from the cold ran up their bare arms.

Trying his best not to wake them, Alfred picked them up and slowly carried them back inside. In the morning, he’d apologize. He’d make it better. But then, he was going to care for them as he should’ve done in the first place.

Canada:

Matthew never yelled. He had to be very angry or stressed. He wasn’t even sure if his voice got that loud. But, boy, was he stressed. Now he was even more stressed because his s/o had left and they hadn’t taken a jacket and it was chilly and he felt awful.

After giving him some time to cool down, he slipped on some shoes. It had only been about 15 minutes. Nothing bad could’ve happened in that time. As soon as he opened the front door, he saw them slumped against it in their slippers and pajamas, asleep.

They feel back into the house as he opened the door. He breathed deeply before bending over to wake them up. An apology and a promise of coffee rested on his lips.

England:

He was the king of saying things without thinking. He didn’t even mean half the things that came out of his mouth. It was all just word vomit.

And he especially did not mean to say that thing about his s/o’s mom.

He groaned as he sludged around in the mud in his garden. The rain had subsided long enough for his s/o to run away from him. As he looked for them, he checked in the extravagant gazebo that was the centerpiece of his garden.

His s/o was there, asleep with nothing but a tank top and thin bottoms on. Arthur sighed heavily and reached over to wake them, only to discover that their skin was cold and wet. He shook them awake. “Jesus Christ, do you want to end up sick?”

Germany:

Ludwig could be plenty intimidating when he was mad. One look at his anger sent his s/o running out the door in fear that he would yell. At the end of the day, however, Ludwig was a reasonable man, and he soon went out in search of them.

On his back porch, among the flowerpots, curled next to his dogs, was his barefooted s/o. They were asleep with tear stained cheeks. He knew that this was all partly his fault, and he knew he wouldn’t forgive himself if they got sick.

He picked them up and carefully carried them inside. Gingerly, he stretched a blanket over their sleeping body.

North Italy:

He never did the fighting. He sat there and took it. When his s/o walked out, he found himself crying silently, watching the door. He thought a walk would clear his head, so he slipped on his shoes and jacket, wiped his eyes, and went out the door.

On the steps, his s/o sat on the steps. They were leaned up against the railing, fast asleep. Their arms were wrapped around themselves, and Feliciano rushed over. “Why are you outside? You don’t even have a jacket on!”

His s/o groggily sat up. “I didn’t know where else to go.” Feliciano ushered them inside, talking about their health.

South Italy:

Lovino was notorious for saying things he didn’t mean. Fights with him were hellish for that reason, so he wasn’t surprised when he heard his s/o slam the door on their way out. He slowly walked to the door after them, grumbling.

Then he noticed how their coat still hung on the rack. Their shoes were still sitting by the door. Alarm rose in him. He walked over to the door and peered out. They sat in a chair on the porch, shivering from the cold, fast asleep.

He grabbed a throw blanket and opened the door. Lovino draped the blanket over their shoulders and sat beside them, waiting for them to wake up.

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What would the Hetalians prefer? (Pick whoever you want! 1p or 2p.) A long haired (female) s/o: A short haired (female) s/o: Don't care:

I’m doing the axis since you never specified which group you’d rather have. Let’s hope my guess is right.

Long haired s/o:

-Germany

-South Italy

Short Haired s/o:

-Japan

Don’t care:

-North Italy

-Prussia