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[lady0ctavia]

When They See Their S/O Crying (2p!Allies)

Headcanons for how I think the 2p!Hetalia characters would act if they walked in on their S/O crying.

2p!America: "Doll? What's going on?" These would be the first words out of Allen's mouth when he walks in on you crying your eyes out. He'd gently take your chin in his hand, rubbing his thumb along your chin, looking you deeply in the eyes. When you cannot answer, he'll use one arm to pull you close into his chest, resting his head on yours, whispering to you. "Shh, it's okay babe. Just let it out. I've gotcha." If you need, he's willing to cuddle on the couch, despite not being a huge cuddlebug himself. And when all's said and done, he's ready and willing to walk out the door with his bat and find out who hurt you.

2p!England: Oliver would immediately hold your face in his hands, fussing over your tears and being just a little too demanding in wanting to know what happened. If you cannot answer, he'll go to coddling you. Bringing you to sit on the couch with him, cradling you close to his chest, and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. He'll be quiet and patiently listen as you explain to him what's wrong. Afterward, he'll make some sweets to try and cheer you up. Because food makes everything better, right?

2p!France: François has been through a lot. He knows how terrible it is to not only be trapped in a dark place, but to have to sit there all alone. And there's no way in Hell he's gonna let you suffer like he has. He'll hold you in his arms, keeping you pressed up against his chest, resting his head on top of yours. "It's alright, let it out, ma cherie." All the while he lets one hand softly run through your hair while the other gently rubs circles on your back. If you need to talk it out he'd sit down beside you and listen patiently, holding your hand through it all.

2p!Russia: "Who did this?" Those would be Viktor's first words when he sees you crying. He'd gently cup your face with one hand, wiping the tears with his thumb, gazing into your eyes. "Can you please tell me who did this?" He'd ask again. If he doesn't get an answer, he'd sigh and use one arm to pull you close, a hand squeezing tightly onto your shoulder. He'd also be the kind of person to get you water after you've been crying. Crying makes you dehydrated.

2p!China: Zao would be a bizarre mix of "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" and "Who do I have to murder?!" When he sees your tears he's holding you tight in his arms, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He'd wipe your tears and give you little kisses on the face to comfort you before settling down with you on the couch. When the two of you are sitting there, his persona will almost change, going from comforting to serious when he begins to ask what happened.

2p!Canada: James would be a little bit awkward at first. He's not the best at dealing with emotions or comforting people, but he's not gonna just leave you there crying either. "Maple, what's wrong?" He'd ask. When he doesn't get an answer he'll wrap you up in his big, strong arms, whispering comforting words into your ear in French. He's willing to do whatever is needed to dry those tears. There's a good chance he'll decide to cuddle with you on the couch and watch your favorite movie to calm you down, letting you bury yourself in his chest as he keeps his arms around you.

[alfredosauce50]

Parent headcanons: Alfred, Allen, Matt, & Mathias

When it comes to the trials of adulthood, they have their own ways of getting on top. But parenting is what really puts them to the test. Starting a family and being one of the sole carers for another person will shine a light on the best and worst parts of them.

The big news

Alfred

He has the most normal reaction out of the four. Panic, acceptance, then excitement, he’s finally moving onto the final stages of adulthood and achieving his lifelong dream. Being a suburban dad and getting that white picket fence. It’s not just about liking kids, Alfred is rather traditional when it comes to his values; he has always romanticized the American dream. He already has a good job, all he needs is to make it happen.

“Fuuuuuck,” He whispers, eyes wide as he rakes his hands through his hair. He stands there for a few minutes, staring into space as you watch him tensely for his reaction. “We’re ready to be parents, right?”

Allen

He will freak out. Planned or unplanned, he’s not mentally prepared to be a father. He doesn’t think he’s good enough, but knows deep down he has to be. That’s what really scares him. If he needs to improve himself, it’s now or never. So after a week of panicking and catastrophizing, he’s ready to give himself a second chance — even if it’s for someone else. But his selflessness is key to his perseverance, and eventual success.

“I fucked up,” He squeezes you like a lifeline. It was the only conclusion he could come to after hours of talking about it, the only thing he could ever truly understand. “I fucked up. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Mathias

He’ll be over the moon. He’s gonna be even more excited than you, but that’s kinda given when he doesn’t have to carry the baby and deliver it. Point is, Mathias is very family-oriented, so don’t expect anything less. He’s the most self-affirmed a person can be too, so he’s always ready to move onto the next stage in life. His nurturing character and openness to change will help you immensely in periods of stress and uncertainty.

“I’m so happy that I could cry,” He whispers with his head on your tummy. He’s half-awake after burning out from his own excitement, but his spirit is still in the right place. “We’re finally gonna have a family.”

Matt

Letting you into his life was already a miracle, and now he’s gonna be a dad? This is a human being that he’ll have to be responsible for, not something he can simply tap out of and run away from. Matt is driven by his interests, solitude, and above all else, his freedom. A baby would take away all of those things, and he’s so troubled by it that he disappears for a few weeks. He comes home to a slap, but it’s well-deserved.

“Are you gonna keep hitting me, or are you gonna let me go to my shed?” He sighs, closing his eyes as you keep wailing on him. And he just takes it, absorbing every strike that was your burning love for him.

“Why, so you can keep—” You shove him harshly so that he actually stumbles back. “—hiding from me?”

“No, I’m gonna build a crib and make some toys.”

Parenting style

Alfred

He’s everything you’d expect from a new parent. Freaking out over the little things, screaming when they do something new, burning out after weeks of sleep deprivation, etc. He isn’t perfect, and you’re gonna have to work with him like any other partner, but before you know it, the house is filled with photo frames. He’s your best friend, and sometimes before your partner, so he has a hard time giving and taking. But it’s also why you two will stick together through thick and thin.

Alfred eventually evolves into the archetype of fathers. He takes the backseat and tells his kids, ‘I don’t know, go ask your mother,’ or even gets in trouble for doing stupid things like leaving the toilet seat up. When you just finished yelling at the kids, he comes to them later and goes, ‘someone’s in a bad mood today,’ when he’s just glad it wasn’t him. But when it’s something really serious, he flips like a switch and takes the lead. When that happens, there’s no talking him down.

“Alright gang, ready to get the show on the road?” Alfred rubs his hands together excitedly before he starts the car. “When we get there, I want everyone to be on their best behavior. I’m already on thin ice.”

He has high expectations for his kids. Ever since they popped out, he’s been giving them the best of the best, like nice clothes, family trips, sports leagues, and dance. He also wants them to go to a prestigious university in the future and to do all the things he might have missed out on. Cue the ‘that’s your dream, not mine, dad!’ Alfred can be hard on his children when it comes to success, so you need to remind him they’ve got minds of their own and are not carbon copies of him.

He says he prefers sons until he gets a daughter. Alfred is an absolute sweetheart to his girls, and is way more lenient with them than his boys. He doesn’t mean to play favorites, but it’s just how he’s wired. However, it also means being quite strict and protective when they get to that age. No drinking and no sleepovers with boys present. Men are all animals according to him. But dad, aren’t you a man? Exactly! He’s the pioneer of ‘anything you do to my daughter, I do to you.’

Allen

He tried his absolute best to prepare, but it starts off a disaster. What can go wrong will go wrong. The baby gets sick, you’re away on urgent family business, so he needs to do it all without you. Allen stays in hospital with the baby overnight, and slowly, but surely, they get better. He ends up neglecting himself to put his child’s needs first, and by the time you get back, he’s burning up with a fever. But the baby is perfectly content and sleeping soundly in the crib because of him.

He wants the best for his family, even if it means sacrificing everything he has. He understands his limits, but there’s nothing he won’t do to make sure his kid gets every opportunity he never had. Sports, college, you name it. If everybody in class has branded sneakers, he’ll buy a pair just so they don’t feel left out. He’s always proud of his baby, and if anybody tried to bully them, they’ll have to answer to him. Allen sees the best of him in his child, but usually fails to see it in himself.

“You can have my egg. I’m not hungry, baby.” Allen says, sliding his plate to his little girl. He knows that you won’t be back with the groceries for an hour or so, and no kids are going hungry on his watch.

Allen doesn’t think there’s a particular way of parenting because no one child is the same. So long as they do their homework, get out under the sun, and have a good attitude, the rest is to be decided. If his child needs extra support, he’ll give it to them, and if they need a reality check, he’ll give that to them too. He reminds them how hard life can be without stability, so they should take their future seriously, but at the same time, he’s always gonna be there to give them a home.

Nobody would mess with his kids after one look at him. He’s an ex-marine without the ‘ex.’ His daughter will have trouble finding a boyfriend to begin with because of him, and when she finally does, they’re gonna have to gain his respect to be trusted with looking after his little girl. If his son ever gets into a fight, he’ll ask if he won then whoop his ass later. And in the principle’s office, he’s giving the other kid the worst stink-eye ever. He’s the dad that could beat up the other dads.

Mathias

He’s a total natural; all is well when the baby is in his care. He may be all over the place, but when he really cares about something, he’s in a constant state of hyper focus. The baby will always be clean, well-fed, and happy, so don’t worry about a thing. There’s also no such thing as 50/50 with Mathias. He knows that there will be times when one person has to take the lead. It’s not in his nature to keep track of who’s giving and taking the most. He’s too mature for that.

It’s like experiencing a second childhood for him. Reading picture books, fairytales, playing with legos, or going to places he went to as a kid, he treats parenthood as a chance to relive his best memories and love every second of it. He will never miss a parent event, performance, and appointment. His dedication makes him very perceptive of his child, so he always knows what to do or say to cheer them up. As they grow up, they maintain a very close relationship to him.

“We wanna go to Legoland!”

“You mean, you wanna go to Legoland,” You laugh at him, “I heard you talking to Bjorn about it last night.”

“That’s so he can make an informed decision, of course,” Mathias grins, not showing a hint of shame as he shuffles over with his phone on the home page of the Legoland site. “So I take that it’s decided?”

He’s a great parent, but he’s by no means strict. All he wants is for them to have a fighting chance in the world, like doing a job that they enjoy. He’s great at communicating with his kids and has a lot of compassion, which takes them a long way. He’s never had to discipline them besides setting boundaries and occasionally grounding them. You rule the home with a firmer hand, and maybe that’s why your kids respect you more but treat him more like a friend than a parent sometimes.

Mathias doesn’t bat an eye when his kids first start dating. He’s always been quite liberal, so he just tells them to be careful about the birds and the bees, then to talk to him if things get testy. The one thing he’ll do is to ensure they have high standards. Love is life’s reward, not something to cry yourself to sleep about. Eventually, he’ll invite their date over for dinner, and as it turns out, he’d be a great father in law. He’s very welcoming and treats any future Densens like one of his own.

Matt

He’s a trial-by-error, improvise as you go along kinda dad. He hasn’t put much thought into the trials of childcare, but he always works things out in his own way. If the bub keeps crying because they don’t want to be bottle-fed by him, he will cover his face with a picture of you. Easy-peasy. If they’re crawling around the bed, he will use them as a mousepad as he scrolls on his laptop. That way, he gets some leisure time while making sure they don’t actually go anywhere.

Matt is the opposite to a helicopter parent. When his kid trips and face plants into the ground, he doesn’t react. The trick is to not acknowledge it, because only then will they cry. He isn’t afraid to let them explore the world and gain their own agency. It’s good for them, he says. Some part of you thinks he just wants them to grow up quicker so he doesn’t have to take care of them anymore, but there’s always those special little moments.

“How about I teach you how to drive the truck?” Matt asks, walking back home with the family.

“He’s eleven.” You remark.

“Is that a problem?”

He’s all about the family business. If his children don’t want to go fishing and logging with him, fine, but if they show even the slightest bit of interest, he’s bought. Matt will be more than eager to show them the ropes. He takes them on camping trips to show them the beauty of the great outdoors, and the humility it takes to be apart of it. The art of it all is there’s no problem that can’t be solved, and even a rugged man like him can be domesticated by the right person.

If his daughter got a boyfriend, he’d be waiting at home with a shotgun. Matt will then play it off like he just got back from a hunting trip. He’s the type to use silent intimidation, and it works like a charm. If not, he’ll tell jerks to get off his lawn even though he doesn’t have one, and when they ask what lawn, he’ll just say “all of it.” What he means is to get out of his sight and the woods, which is the lawn he’s talking about. (Ha!) On the flip side, he’s nice to girls his son brings home.

Losing the spark

Alfred

He has a tendency to let himself go when he gets comfortable. This usually happens when his first kid reaches their teenage years and he can afford to sit back now that they can do their own thing. He’s established a stable family unit, but he takes that for granted and gets a little lazy. As a result, he packs on a few pounds and tries less in the relationship. He’s not as attractive as he used to be, and you’re having more petty arguments.

“Why do I feel like you hate me?” He watches you mop the kitchen after you told him to do it. Only he delayed it to sit around on his phone and eat crisps. Even then, he still has the nerve to be upset about it.

“I don’t hate you, I’m just annoyed at you.”

“But you’re annoyed with me everyday.”

Allen

Losing the spark? Not on his watch! He never stops trying, ever, and keeps chasing you like when he first started dating you. His stability doesn’t come from money, it comes from you. You’re his rock, and nothing else matters so long as you’re here. He’s the epitome of ‘you know how daddy is about mommy,’ and he’s proud of it. He also takes great care of his body, and with his good genes, he practically ages backwards.

“You better wear that button-down shirt tonight, Al. A tank top isn’t gonna cut it,” You tell him.

“You callin’ me a deadbeat?” He questions.

“No, but you dress like one.”

“I thought you liked my clothes, babe.”

“I do, but the teachers won’t.”

“True that.” He fixes his collar in front of a mirror. He peers at his reflection, marveling at how well he cleaned up. A dress shirt and belt? He’s practically unrecognizable — until he grins, that is. “Still got it.”

Mathias

He’s always gonna be young at heart, so his spirit never dies. His love for you is as constant as a river, and he’s not afraid of putting on a show for the kids to the point they get a little disgusted. (Ew!) He doesn’t think he’d ever be too old for romance, and his good faith shows up in how gracefully he ages. He might occasionally grow out a thick beard, and when he shaves it off, he looks devastating close to when he was younger.

“Are we ever gonna be alone again?” He mumbles, pouting. His thirtieth birthday is coming up, but he hasn’t changed a bit, save for the more pronounced smile lines around his mouth. “I need some love too.”

“We will, Mat. I just don’t feel comfortable leaving the baby alone right now,” You shake your head.

“We could call Amy and have a date night.”

“I don’t know, Mat.”

“I’ll shave off my beard.”

“Huh?”

“You wouldn’t say no to me without a beard.”

Matt

The longer he’s with you, the harder he loves. His feelings don’t change when things get hard, or as time passes. They just get stronger. In that same breath, he also ages like wine. In the end, he ends up being the bigger romantic. He used to be a lone wolf, and he thought he was okay with it, but now that he has you, he can’t imagine his life without you. To think you actually stuck around and gave him a chance, he’ll never forget that.

“Wanna go back inside and do it?” He mutters.

“You’re disgusting, Matt.” You walk inside without sparing him a single glance. No matter how old he gets, he’ll always have a mouth on him. No matter how old you get, you’ll always forgive him for it.

“Is that a no?”

“Make me dinner and let me think about it.”

“Deal.”

[milaisreading]

2p Axis and 2p Allies reaction to a guy giving Valentine's Day gifts to y/n before they had a chance?

🌱🩷: Here u go! Hope it is ok, and thank you for the request!

2p!Italy🇮🇹

2p!Italy: Bella, these are for you~

Yn, while looking at the flower bouquet: Thank you! I didn't expect you to care about Valentine's Day! These are really pretty

2p!Italy: You care about this holiday and so do I. Besides, I wanted to be the first one to give you the present.

Yn:Oh... uhm...

2p!Italy:What?

Yn: Well... Actually... Sweden already gave me a present so...

2p!Italy: Really?

Yn: Yeah- WHY DID YOU TAKE YOUR KNIFE OUT?!

2p!Germany🇩🇪

Yn: Thanks for the chocolate!

2p!Germany, all proud that she likes it: Nothing to thank me for. I heard from people you like this flavor.

Yn: Yep! It's one of my favorites, actually.

2p!Germany, confused as he thought she likes this one: One of? What's your favorite? I can get you that instead.

Yn: No need! Besides, Denmark already gave me that this morning.

2p!Germany: ... What? Wait, so someone already gave you a gift?

Yn: Yeah. This morning

2p!Germany:....

Yn: Why is your gun out?

2p!Japan🇯🇵

2p!Japan:...

Yn, worried as his glare intensifies and his grip on the present tightens: Are...are you ok?

2p!Japan:Yes.

Yn: You look constipated. Was it the food you ate earlier?

2p!Japan, embarrassed as he shoves the present into her hands: Just take this stupid gift?!

Yn: Thanks... *opens to see what's inside*

2p!Japan, trying to look like he doesn't give af: And?

Yn: Oh! This is a cute figurine! It will go well with the one Korea gave me!

2p!Japan:...

2p!Japan: When did he give it to you?

Yn: This morning.

2p!Japan: Ah... so someone already gave you a gift?

Yn: Yeah- where are you going?

2p!Japan: Out for a walk.

2p!America🇺🇸

2p!America: Hey there, dollface! Happy Valentine's Day! Here is your present.

Yn, jumping in surprise as she takes it: Thank you! The bear is cute!

2p!America, swinging his arm around her shoulder: Not as cute as you.

Yn, blushing:O-oh...

2p!America: Anyway, want to go and eat something?

Yn: No, I just ate with Norway

2p!America: Excuse me? What?

Yn: He took me out to lunch as a gift.

2p!America,thinking of all the ways to kill a country: Oh... lovely...

2p!France🇫🇷

2p!France: What is that?

Yn, looking at the small cake 2p!France was pointing at: Oh! This? It's a cake Finland made me for Valentine's Day! Want to try? He made it with my favorite flavor.

2p!France while tightening his grip on a gift he got her: Oh... And you accepted the gift just like that?

Yn, confused by the question: Yeah? We always give each other gifts.

2p!France: You gave him gifts as well?!

Yn: Yeah... Are you mad?

2p!France: Yes.

Yn: O-oh... I will put it away then...

2p!France: Please do.

2p!England🇬🇧

2p!England: Poppet! I made you my special cupcakes! Try them!

Yn, nervous as she remembers what his special cupcakes might have:I am not really hungry, so...

2p!England: They don't have anything bad in them, I swear!

Yn, slowly nodding her head as she takes them: O-Ok.

2p!England: I wanted to make this present special! Do you like them?

Yn, surprised they taste like real, normal cupcakes: Yeah... they remind me of the ones Switzerland got me this morning.

2p!England: What?

Yn: Switzerland gave me some as a present this morning *continues eating*

2p!England, thinking: I will turn him into literal Swiss cheese

2p!Russia🇷🇺

Yn: Thanks for the presents, Russia... Isn't this too much? *looks at the mountain of gifts*

2p!Russia, shakes his head while patting hers: Not really. In fact, there are more I need to give you.

Yn:?!

2p!Russia: Don't worry your pretty brain about it, but... Who gave you those flowers over there? *points at the tulips*

Yn: Oh! Netherlands gave me them as a gift this morning! They smell so good- Why are you taking the vase away?

2p!Russia: They have gone bad. I will get you better ones

Yn: What?

2p!China🇨🇳

Yn, admiring the Hello kitty plushie: This is so adorable! I never saw this one!

2p!China, while having a huge grin on his face: Well, it was a special I requested for you. Happy you like it.

Yn: Thanks! You didn't have to go through so much trouble for me.

2p!China: It was more trouble at all~

Yn: It will look great with that plushie Estonia gave me this morning

2p!China:...

2p!China: Someone gave you a present already?

Yn: Yep~

2p!China: Oh... Can you do me a favor?

Yn: Sure. What is it?

2p!China: Can you sleep with your window open for tonight? And put that plushie from Estonia as close as possible to the the window

Yn:...

Yn: What?

2p!Canada🇨🇦

2p!Canada, blushing as Yn thanks him for the chocolate: It's nothing. Just a small token of appreciation.

Yn: Still! Thank you for remembering me! I didn't expect gifts from both Iceland and you, to be honest.

2p!Canada: Oh, it's nothing. I am happy you like- What do you mean by Iceland?

Yn: Him and Mr. Puffin gave me those cute Valentine's Day cards. They are so adorable~

2p!Canada, agitated while she is smiling: Aha...

An hour later...

Yn, yelling from her room: My cards are gone!!

2p!Canada as he lights up a fire: How tragic

[shini--chan]

May I request 2p allies making their s/o mute as a punishment for trying to run for help.

⚫〰️⚫ Thank you

Alright, as the ask indicates, it is not a never family friendly post that awaits you up ahead. Excluding 2p Canada this time, since I had difficulty coming up with another form of mutness other than those described via the other characters.

This came out later than planned due to time management issues on behalf of the author. Nevertheless, enjoy!

Trigger warnings: body horror, physical abuse, emotional abuse, mutilation, misuse of medical procedures, drugging, malnutrition, dark magic

Yandere 2p! Allies - Silence is Gold

America

Allen would loathe to admit it, but he had come to like you when you were quiet. Aside from that, you looked so cute with your neck bandaged up. And those glares and petulant expressions you made! Oh, if he had known how agreeable you’d become after losing your voice, he would have done this far sooner. 

That being said, it had been an accident - he hadn’t wanted to punch you in the throat, but you just had to jump in the way, when he was busy teaching that bastard a lesson. Therefore, he had had no choice but to cut open your throat to ensure you could continue breathing. 

When you leaned down to take his plate, you purposely bumped his shoulder. Yes, you were still very upset with him about what had happened. However, the feeling was mutual. He slapped your arse when you straightened up again. 

It caused you to perform a little jump and then glare at him. 

“If I had known that you’d look so sexy with something around your neck, I would have bought you a set of chokers long ago, dollface. Don’t worry though - you look good with the bloodstained gauze as well”, he slyly complimented you. Oh, how it infuriated you. 

You had tried to talk a few times these past days, causing the wound on your neck to reopen and weep plasma and blood everytime you did. As it was, you were lucky that you had gotten antibiotics, or else Allen would have been far stricter with you. 

Petty as you could be, turned your back on him and flipped the bird as you marched back to the kitchen. At this, Allen could prevent himself from laughing. 

Allen actually wouldn’t want to rob you of your voice, since half the fun in having you is that you talk back. However, he would discover the benefits of muting you after he would have to do it in some shape of form. Once doing so, he would find this experience refreshing and seek to replicate it multiple times in the future. Here, you would really be in danger of losing your voice permanently if you aren’t able to curb his … preferences. 

The problem here is that he would find your muteness and the injuries connected to it to be unbelievably arousing. In ways, your life would biome harder than it already is thanks to that.

China

Could you really be blamed for panicking in a situation such as this? The rush of hysteria made the binds tying you down to the table seem even tighter than they were, and you felt like you were suffocating, no matter how fast you breathed. The air was too hot and your clothes too scratchy, with the latter made all the worse by the fact that you were coated in grim and your own dried sweat.

To your left, you heard Zao approach you. Since your head was fastened to the table, you only could see him once he appeared in your periphery. There was a horrid grin on his face, that stood in complete juxtaposition to what he said.

"My heart, this is really something I don't want to do, but you leave me with no choice."

You wanted to retort, but thought better of it just in the nick of time. He had a brown glass bottle at hand, and you didn't like all the warning labels on it, nor how close it was to your mouth. 

"But give in and swallow, I promise to help you with your recovery if you comply", he told you in a sickly sweet tone as if he was talking to a child. As much as you wanted to shake your head, you couldn't. By now, you were trembling. 

Two fingers pinched your nose firmly. After a few seconds, you started to become lightheaded and you heard and felt your blood pounding. Opening your mouth wouldn't be an option, since the bottle would immediately be emptied into your mouth if you did that. So instead, you opened the corner of your mouth and tried to breathe as discreetly as possible. 

To no avail. The fingers that were on your nose went for your mouth and pried your lips apart. As valiantly as you struggled, the bottle still went in. The fluid caused your throat to burn, and when you accidentally breathed some of it, you let out a hapless scream of pain. 

His method of muting you would be more permanent - rendering your vocal cords and throat useless by forcing you to drink acid or poison. This would either be the response to a multitude of transgressions, or him being particularly ticked off by an escape.

A side effect of this would be that you would be unable to swallow food or drink. But he would be there to help you, either by feeding you through a tube, an IV or by supplying you through your back door (i.e your rectum). This would serve as an extension of the original punishment. Additionally, you would be helpless and reliant on him. 

England

When you finally woke up, you felt groggy and heavy, each of your limbs made of lead and your mouth full of cotton. Sleep drunk, you opened your eyes and eased yourself to a more upright position. 

Not that it was more comfortable - there were kinks and knots in your back that only a professional massage could relieve you from. Why the hell had you fallen asleep here of all places? You were seated in an old dentist car, the once royal red faded. The contraption creaked ominously whenever you moved.

This was getting weirder and weirder by the moment. The twilight of the room you were in didn't help.

Your mouth felt dry and slightly numb, and your lips subsequently cracked. You parted your lips and wanted to run your tongue over the dried skin only to discover that you didn't have a tongue anymore. 

Cold shock made you bolt upright and all at once, the world shifted into sharp clarity. Once again, you tried to stretch your tongue out only for nothing to move, not a stump. That was when you started to panic.

Lungs heaved as you tried to explain the situation to yourself. There was absolutely no pain, you weren't feeling weak. The taste of blood was absent, and the bitter sting of iodine or saline solution wasn't present either. 

In your panic, you opened your mouth and stuck your fingers inside to feel for your tongue. It had been completely removed down to the root. There wasn't even puckered skin where the muscle would have begun. Tears started to leak from your eyes and you tried to force a few miserable sounds out of your mouth. 

"Now, now don't engage in self-pity. You did bring this on yourself, my rose bud."

The blood in your veins turned to ice, and you halted your frantic movement. Despite the dim lighting of the underground room, you could clearly see Oliver Kirkland. He was seated on a red satin loveseat, and in the jar he had balanced on his knee was your tongue. 

Oliver would use magic to completely remove your tongue from your mouth, aiming to insite as much panic in you as possible. As such, you'll only find out what he has done after completion of the procedure. 

Instead of helping you to deal with the situation, he would mock you relentlessly. Furthermore, he would place the blame on you - it was you that ran away, it was you that forced his hand; everything that went wrong is your fault. The jar with your tongue in it would be placed in a spot that you'd have a hard time overlooking. A taunt, and a reminder that the amputation is only temporary. You just have to play being a good spouse for long enough and then he'd give you your tongue back. 

France

Putrid pus stained the sheets as he pulled them away. Yesterday the colour had been yellow, but now it had a slight green tint to it. Francois brushed his fringes out of his face and tied his hair back to a sloppy ponytail. 

With a soft sigh, and placed the bandages and tincture bottles on the bed next to you and tilted your head towards him. Sickness and the corresponding fever made your sleep deep, unlike it usually was. You didn't even stir when he lifted your head onto his lap. 

At this point, it was up for debate what was sealing your lips more - the rough stitches or the infection. The swelling had distorted your mouth, so much so that it was beginning to block your nose and hinder your breathing. 

Cursing softly under his breath, he set out to drain the pus from the needle wounds. He shouldn't have used the expired saline solution, yet you had given him no choice. You had been so busy thrashing and screaming around when he had sown your mouth shut. 

Francois still didn't understand why you had put up such a fuss. The punishment was deserved and it made your resistance all the more pathetic. Seriously, had you really thought he would take you escaping lightly? How could you delude yourself into thinking he wouldn't take all those vile words that you had uttered upon being brought home to heart?

The pus drenched bandages were thrown into the bin, and he proceeded to down the injured tissue with iodine. You groaned in your sleep, and tried to open your mouth. A noticeable tremor ran down your body, and you stopped straining against the stitches. 

Perhaps it was better that you were lost in a haze. It gave your captor more time to think and calm down. 

Francois would elect to make your muteness temporary, but with some caveats. You'd wear scars around your mouth for the rest of your life and the mental and physical trauma would haunt you for years to come. Such a situation would have a high potential of arising if you poured your heart out to somebody else and incited them to help you escape. 

Russia

This was getting more tiring by the hour. Slowly, you were asking yourself if this really was a punishment, or if it was one of Victor's loathsome social experiments.  loathsome social experiments. They both tended to be alike, so it was hard to tell on a normal day. 

“If you keep glaring at me like that, your face will distort to a permanent frown”, the man in question remarked. The knife repeatedly scraped over the wood in his hand, causing shavings to fly with every stroke of the blade. He didn’t even look up from his whittling when he said that. How rude. 

Feeling petulant, you knicked a stone in the river. It was a nice day to be outdoors - the spring air was filled with the sweet smell of flowers, and the sun was shining through the birch tree. Though, you couldn’t bring yourself to be happy, not when he had brought you to the spot where he had captured you a mere week ago, picnic basket at hand. 

You had difficulty swallowing every other bite, and also keeping it down. Now that bastard even insisted on staying a bit longer to enjoy the alleged peace and quiet that the forest offered. 

With how frustrated you were, you opened your mouth in order to say something, only to receive a smack to the face with the flat side of the knife the second you opened your mouth. In shock, you quickly closed your mouth again and looked at him aghast. 

This time, he was even meeting your eyes. 

“You know the agreement, so don’t break it by talking now.”

Mutness wouldn’t even be the intended punishment at first - it would be offered as a second, milder option to a harsher punishment. Victor would have a habit of giving you an option of choosing between two or more punishments. It would be to give you an illusion of power over your own fate and an opportunity to assuage your character. Mind you, he would never give you the full details of the punishments that you can choose from. 

In this case, he would enforce a “voluntary silence” upon you. You would have to refrain from speaking for a certain time interval, or else suffer a harsher punishment. This is one of his games with you, that would be designed to mould your personality to his liking. Also, this would be a form of discipline training for you. 

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere 2p America Headcanons: His Doll (Hetalia)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter! This one is with 2p America and I hope that you enjoy this chapter here!]

(Disclaimer 1: 2p America is not a canon or official character in the Hetalia universe. He is a fanbase made character and these are the main traits that the community has given him for the most part (Edited)

Disclaimer 2: 2p America is not yandere in canon, since he is a fanbase he can be made yandere, but for the most part he is not. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously. Simping for fictional characters is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you! HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!!!)

-Base Yandere Headcanons With 2p America From Hetalia-

.2p America is a punk and bag guy to his core, you could even call him the Villain.

.He loves baseball and LOVES his baseball bat that has nails in it and blood on it.

.He is a major flirt and he flirts with you a lot!

.Because you are the person that he loves the most.

.He would shamelessly flirt with you and hit on you, even if you turn him down every time he is not going to give up.

.Of course, if he is horny enough he will look for someone else if you keep turning him down and fuck them, just to take the edge off.

.He is a diehard vegan and would not take kindly to someone putting any animal product in his foods or drinks.

.He would not want to kiss you after you eat meat, saying that is gross, though he would still kiss you even if you did cause the urge to fuck his darling is more than his die-hard veganism.

.He would 100 percent be a bad influence on you, bringing out your bad side with ease.

.When he gets drunk he ends up drunk texting you asking why do you not love him.

.He is low key a needy little fuck that loves you so much and as a yandere, he is greedy for your attention.

.He wants to be the one and only person you focus on, he can get downright nasty with anyone that steals your attention from him.

.He has a huge temper and his yandere side would make him beat up anyone who checks you out and maybe even kill them.

.He would kill his rivals, after torturing them of course.

.He would beat them blood, dry, and then bloody again.

.Of course, he would do that to all his rivals because he is a sadist and unfortunately, that ends up dripping on you a bit.

.He can be sometimes an irrational yandere, in which if more guys are checking you out that he would blame you for leading them on and being a fucking tease.

.He might even punish you, or worse lose his temper and smack you with an open palm.

.That is because of his very bad temper and he has to work on it a lot.

.He would of course instantly feel so much fucking regret and spill you, we have to remember he is a 2p which means he is insane and a murderer.

.He would never actually want to hurt you outside a punishment and he would hate himself for it, but sadly it might happen again.

.This man seriously needs a whole bunch of therapy and anger management.

.He would also of course call you doll, dollface, babe, and sugar. (Yes even if you are a masc)

.He is the type of yandere that is so easily jealous that it is ridiculous.

.He also is the type of yandere that does not share.

.It is almost like you are his favorite shiny toy and there is NO WAY he is sharing with anyone.

.He may even lock your pretty little butt up. Making sure that you can never ever leave him and that no other man or woman or whatever (his words not mine) can even look at you, let alone take you away from him.

.He would confess over and over and over, with the most shameless flirting and most of the time saying stuff like "You wanna fuck!?"

.He really has no class, but finally, when he gets serious about it he confesses to you with all his heart and that is bad if you turn him down.

.If accept his love he will fist-bump the air and go "Fuck yeah!"

.If you turn him down, get ready for a bat with nails in it to your head, he is not taking no for an answer and is kidnapping your ass.

.Also he cusses a lot, so there is that lol.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this and stay sexy all of my sexy muffins!]

[hetaliaimaginesin2022]

how would france, germany, america, 2p america and 2p england deal with a s/o who sends them those kitty slideshow tiktoks all the time?

Broo, my partner sends me those so much, they're the cutest *This a lot shorter than my regular posts

America • Alfred Jones

He was one of first countries to get TikTok and he has an account where he regularly participates in trends (anything from dances to the Grimace shake situation)

Any kitty videos you send him are met with heart reacts and in reply, he'll send you those cutesy couple slides

Whenever he gets a cat slideshow on his fyp now he immediately sends it to you

France • François Bonnefoy

He doesn't really care for social media platforms, not being a huge fan of electronics (he also just doesn't know how to use them)

Because of that, he doesn't have a TikTok, though he finds it endearing when you show them to him on your phone with a happy expression

Every time he hears one of the adorable little accompanying audios from your side of the couch, he can't help but to smile himself

Germany • Ludwig Beilschmidt

He doesn't have TikTok, nor an interest in getting it, so you either send him the pictures via message or you show him in person

While he's not particularly a huge fan of cats, preferring dogs significantly more, he doesn't mind you sending or showing him the cute little pictures

He gets a bit confused at the meme ones (like where it shows a newborn kitten with the caption "this is an atom bomb" above it), but that's all memes in general, so he doesn't say anything other than the occasional confused remark

He's just glad you're happy

2p!America • Allen Jones

He uses TikTok every now and then, though mostly on his morning commutes via public transportation

He'll wait until he's taken his seat on the subway to open your messages to see the last seven or so videos you've sent him since he's last opened the app

While he has a killer resting bitch face, the slideshows make him smile a bit

Lutz does tease him about it on occasion

2p!England • Oliver Kirkland

You introduced him to TikTok and the only two things he does on the app is watch baking videos for recipes and tips and to look at the cute kitty slides you send him

Every time you send him a new one, the notification brings a smile to his face as soon as he sees it and he happily taps it

He thinks they're absolutely adorable and loves sending them back to you as well as those cute, silly couple slides

[nastymensimp]

Never in my life did I imagine I would be here, in our gracious 2023, thinking about how attractive some hetalia characters are

[honeyhetalia]

FIRST OFF IM GONNA WRITE ABOUT THE LOVE OF MY LIFE WHW BARELY GETS RECOGNITION: 2p China

Full name: Zao Wang

*smol but tall

* 5'10

* looks about 25

* Nice long hair 

* Wears it half up half down 

* Or in a bun 

* Kinda lowkey shredded

* Abs

* very attractive

* skin is usually pale in the winter and somehow always has a tan by the time summer rolls around

* for some reason I believe Zao adopts the American culture really well

* i see him thriving in San Francisco or Los Angeles

* like he’s a west coaster

* sun, beach, babes, that’s all he needs

*he loves Chinese food but he also loves trying food from other cultures

* major foodie

* also I imagine him being a gym freak but only because he uses the gym to get with girls

* he looooovesssss attention

* lowkey a whore

* Memes

* Breathes m e m e s

* his personality is insufferable

* like he can be so annoying

* On twitter 25/8

* Hyena laughs 

* Nice ass smile tho

* "Psst everyone turn your air drop on."

* Airdrops literally the dumbest things 

* Almost never wears hoodies 

* "It's suffocating."

* loves basketball and hip hop culture for some reason

* Plays basketball really well

* you can catch him playing pick up games in Venice Beach with Allen

* Point guard

* Zao is Yao's younger brother 

* Loves pissing Yao off

* He lives to do so 

* that one guy who swears he knew the song before everyone else

* "I knew that song before it was cool." 

* Rich kid

* Yao's his older brother so of course that's his money plug

* Drives a nice ass car even though he doesn’t deserve it

* Spends his money on drugs and name brand stuff

*C R A D L E R O C K E R

* this man loves younger women (Ik it’s weird…)

* Best friends with Allen and Lutz 

* They all do illegal shit together 

* they Live with each other which is complete and utter chaos

* Attends meetings but goofs tf off 

* Doesn't take notes 

* Gets all his work done the day before or the day it's due

* loves action movies

* rlly big Marvel movie fan

* he’s seen every single one

* I believe he’s a simp but only for the right girl

* this man takes substance abuse to the next level

*that’s all I’ll say abt that

* he’s rlly nice tho

* pls be his friend

* loves video games

///andddd that’s all I got for now. Feel free to chime in and tell me what you think or who you want to see next. I love Zao sm he’s my lil babey. But yeah see ya!!!///

[lady0ctavia]

Hetalia PDA Headcanons (2p!Allies)

Headcanons about how the 2p!Hetalia characters would feel about PDA with their S/O.

2p!America: Are you kidding me? This man lives for PDA. Hand-holding, having an arm around your waist, resting a hand on your hip or shoulder, occasionally groping or smacking your behind in public, kissing you straight on the lips, having you sit on his lap... The man has almost zero shame. Almost. The only thing he might hold back on are full-on makeout sessions. Mainly because those usually lead to being intimate, and regardless of how bold he is, he isn't about to do it in public or do anything that might directly lead to it. However, he's no stranger to makeout sessions in the back of a movie theater, just make sure you two keep it in your pants.

2p!England: Oliver is the kind of guy who will hold your hand in public no matter what you're doing or where you are. He interlocks his fingers with yours, swings your arms back and forth as you walk, and maybe even twirls you around, only to pull you back into his arms before peppering your face with kisses. Needless to say, Oliver is practically the opposite of his 1p! counterpart when it comes to PDA. If anything, I can see him putting an arm around you and shouting about how much he loves you for all to hear.

2p!France: François doesn't have any strong opinions about PDA. It's not something he thinks about, partly because it just doesn't come to mind, and also because he spends so much time indoors. He also largely believes love is a lie, so whenever he sees PDA from others he can't help but roll his eyes. It just seems shallow to him. But this starts to change a little if he falls in love and gets into a relationship. I mean, he's still the same old François as before, cynicism and all. But with the added bit that when you're in public he'll lazily sling an arm around your shoulders or even hold your hand or perhaps give you the occasional kiss on your temple. This is primarily to signal to other guys that you're taken.

2p!Russia: Viktor isn't one for PDA. He's not comfortable with showing affection out in public, along with the fact that he's just not a very physically affectionate man to begin with. As such, the most PDA you'll get out of this man is him offering you his arm as the two of you are walking down the street. That's it. Or if you're extremely cold and need a hug to warm up. He'll reluctantly agree to that, though internally he's blushing and smiling.

2p!China: Weirdly enough, Zao is way more flirty with you in public than anywhere else. He likes seeing you get all blushy and awkward, as well as showing everyone that you're his. He'll hold your hand when out and about and has no problem letting you cuddle him in public. He's also the kind of guy to pull you close by your waist and give you a kiss, leading into a makeout session in a busy street, much to François's disgust.

2p!Canada: Similar to his father in that he's not huge on PDA, but this is moreover because he's fairly reserved rather than having an aversion to love. James will gladly hold your hand, rubbing his thumb over the skin. He likes pressing a small kiss to your temple or on the top of your head to let you know you're loved and also enjoys it when you rest your head on his shoulder. But most of all, he likes to have an arm around your shoulders. Whether you are walking around or sitting, he loves the feeling of having you close. It not only makes him feel like he's your protector, but it's also a way of keeping you close by in case something where to happen.

[alfredosauce50]

Ok I think I’ve thought of my birthday headcanons (they’re lowkey not even good 😭) but IDC. None are character specific so go with your gut 🩷 (also side note: idk if you remember back in like 2015 when authors would do that thing where ppl give brief descriptions of themselves and then they’d give a character to ship you with or not but I feel like that might be a good idea for engagement. But idk I’m also stupid so maybe not 💀 It’s less effort than headcanons and one-shots methinks. ANYWAY)

1. Learning a different language (español?? 🥺) to impress you 😛

2. Idk how to request this but just one where I’m a zookeeper 😓

3. Date where they try to teach you how to drive but it kinda goes wrong (I’m so bad at driving 💔)

4. Being the foil (or enabler) to shopping addicted gf

Ik these are kinda specific to me but… IT’S FOR MY BIRTHDAY 🥺 you’re also a day ahead of me so if you get it done Thursday then I won’t even know the difference 😽

OK TY 🫶 MWAH

Learning a language for you

Alfred

In the beginning, he’ll learn simple phrases and say them to you for shits and giggles. But as the relationship gets more serious, he’ll want to get fluent to connect with you on a deeper level. Alfred will study regularly and hold conversations with you in your native tongue to practice his speaking. He’s a natural at learning languages to the point that it’s shocking. He can even nail the four Chinese intonations, so imagine just how easy Spanish is for him as an English speaker. Fast forward a few years, and he’ll be speaking rapid-fire Spanish with you like a native.

Mathias

Like Alfred, he’ll start with beginner-level words before eventually going pro. It may take him a little longer to get it down pat, but he needs to be a part of your culture to feel close to you. He will sit down with you and repeat sentences for you until he gets it right. He also finds Spanish very sexy, so if you ever talk dirty to him he wants to be able to understand you. Mathias may want you to learn Danish for him in return, and if you do, he will be on his knees. You could even say he’s very sex-motivated, but if you asked him, he just wants to be the perfect partner for you.

Allen

Believe it or not, he’s already fluent in Spanish. He just never talks about it. Apart from knowing his native language, he’s always lived around Spanish-speakers. And as a person who is deeply involved with his community, it’s a given that he will eventually catch onto the local lingo. After learning about where you’re from, he’ll randomly come up to you one day and drop a whole-ass sentence in Spanish before walking off again. Allen does this to get your undivided attention, and it works like a charm even after the first time. Otherwise, he will occasionally speak Spanglish.

Matt

He’s terrible at learning languages, and it’s even harder for him when it’s not one of his special interests. So he may just like other aspects of your culture, i.e., the food, but he won’t put a lot of effort into it. You can take advantage of this by talking shit about him in Spanish in front of him. Matt may not understand what you said, but he’ll know you’re mad at him. But as the years go by, he’ll want to take it seriously and study in secret. He doesn’t want you to know just how much he’s trying for you, and also because he might not even get good at it. But he’ll get it one day.

When he falls into a zoo enclosure

I have no clue how to do this one but here’s one with Matt 💀

Matt

He’s too clever and self-aware to ever fall into a zoo enclosure, but he would no doubt try and save someone who did. Especially a small child. He will jump over the fencing, swim across the moat, pick them up and run to safety, but more importantly, before an innocent animal gets put down. He will literally put himself between a bear and armed men like Owen Grady from Jurassic World. After the situation simmers down, you’re treating him for the few injuries he’s sustained, and it’s the most interesting conversation you’ve ever had. He’s clearly got a few screws loose, but he’s the one who thinks everybody else is crazy.

When he teaches you how to drive

Alfred

He’s not a perfect teacher, but he really does try. Some days, you pick up on things fast and well, but on other days, he’s like Noah teaching Allie how to drive a truck. You two are screaming at each other and he doesn’t care to hide how he feels about your lack of driving skills. Alfred can have short fuse when it comes to what he can’t relate to or empathize with, but at the same time, he’s sensitive toward what he can. Needless to say, he will apologize and encourage you to keep learning from him because he has faith in you. If you can do everything else, you can drive a car.

Mathias

He’s very patient when it comes to teaching you how to drive. He understands how hard it can be because he struggled a little in the beginning too. If you break suddenly, stall, or run over a curb, he will just tell you calmly what you’re doing wrong. He also has really fast reflexes when the situation calls for it, so he’ll steer you back to safety. Mathias will spend an hour or two instructing you before taking over and driving home. If you don’t make a lot of progress, he’ll always say that he can be the driver in the relationship and you can be his passenger princess, so don’t worry.

Allen

He’s a safety first kind of guy. He’ll get you to tick all the boxes, even when he doesn’t always do that himself. For that, he’s also really patient. Allen would much rather sleep soundly knowing you’re safe on the road and not getting into an accident. In the event of minor collision, he’ll take the blame (he’s the one with a full license) and speak with the person you just crashed into, then get back in and sit in silence for a while. As much as he loves you, he tells you that it might be best that you take a break from driving. He can afford only so many repairs, so he’ll just make it so that you won’t need to go anywhere without him.

Matt

He isn’t the best teacher in the world, especially when driving comes so naturally to him. He just doesn’t understand why you can’t do it like him. So it’s no walk in the park when you’re sitting in the truck, listening to him yell at you after you make the same mistake again. You might end up crying by the end of it, but he’ll make it up to you by kissing you for hours back in his cabin. Matt will tell you that he’ll keep teaching you even if you’re bad at driving, because there’s no other person around to. Even then, he eventually gets you to improve despite his unorthodox methods.

When you go shopping

Alfred

He may not look like it, but he does enjoy a good shop. He’s just more selective about it. Alfred will give you some helpful advice if you ask him if you should buy something. But if it makes you happy, he wouldn’t hold it against you. After all, he has a a niche and expensive hobby himself. Collector’s items. Film and video game memorabilia. He’s up to date on all the pre-orders of exclusive merch he wants, and he’s won a few auctions. He enjoys the thought of owning items that someone else wanted but missed out on. He finds it hilarious as he runs off of punitive measures of success.

Mathias

He’s an enabler because he has just as bad of a shopping addiction. When you’re together, you burn through your money twice as fast. He has a bad habit of buying things he finds cute and not necessarily useful, but he can’t resist the rush of dopamine he gets from an occasional splurge. Mathias doesn’t see an issue with pampering himself every now and then, and definitely not you. At the end of the day, you two will have a giant stockpile of unused and decorative goods somewhere at home. Is this a sign of the end, or just the beginning of a long and comfortable life?

Allen

Allen is a bit of a mixed bag. First of all, he wants to spoil you, and anything you wanna buy, he will want to buy for you. He won’t question the things you like, nor make you feel bad. But the problem is, he’s not very liquid. Allen will feel super guilty because of it, especially when he has to talk you out of a store. It’s not his fault for not being able to afford everything you want, but he takes it to heart because he feels like it’s his responsibility to provide for you. Just for his sake, you might consider being a bit more conservative so he doesn’t stay up all night thinking about it.

Matt

Matt has probably gone shopping in a mall four times in his life. But online? Never. If you need something, he’ll just tell you he has it at home. And if not, he’ll just make it for you. If you need a pencil, he’ll sharpen a piece of graphite for you. No more expensive Japanese stationery. He’s the most frugal and resourceful person alive, so even cheap prices will turn him away. Anything that costs money will cost too much because you’re selling your soul and turning into a mindless consumer. He doesn’t eat processed food either, so he’s out here living like Captain Fantastic.

[ari-burr]

~ Allen F. Jones • Headcanons ♡

Allen’s motto is: “If your gonna do something dumb, be fuckin’ smart about it.” 

Which doesn’t grant much surprise when his close friends and family find out how much a felon he really is.

These days however, he makes sure all his stunts aren’t too common or deplorable for him to get tracked down and thrown behind bars.

Allen had learnt the hard way after Oliver couldn’t handle bailing him out anymore which resulted to leaning on Matthieu as a last resort to wrangle the shit out of him.

And the moment he left the prison with his brother in tow, not only was he half deaf from the yelling [in French and in English], but also a bit more bruised up than before he stepped inside.

Due to his many infamous feats in the law, Allen has become regrettably well acquainted with the cops who’ve been arresting him. So much so, that whenever he spots a familiar policeman on the street or in a nearby restaurant he’ll flip them the bird and walk by without a care. 

As if he isn’t disrespecting the people who can throw him in jail for the 50th time.

Allen has a strong New York accent. And added with his deep and somewhat gruff voice, people perceive him to be dangerous or dangerously attractive. [Allen’s fine with either or ;>].

He does enjoy shooting guns like Alfred, but enjoys short-ranged weapons as well. Allen's naturally gifted with any melee-weapons. Be it knifes, bats, handguns, you name it. 

His real specialty though, is hand to hand combat.

If or when he and Alfred get into a fight Allen can honestly give the latter a run for his money if weapons aren't involved.

After the first few years of introduction, things between the two were pretty rocky since both came from completely separate heritages and in turn, disagreed on a plethora of things when it came to running the country.

~ But turning to the subject of him and you, you probably first saw the latter during the dead of night. Sitting in a park where the streetlights limelight glow illuminated his form—or perhaps smoking less than legal substances in an alley way with a certain Chinese man.

You, living in New York, knew better than to hang out around alleys, have small talk with strangers and stick around longer than you should. Especially in this side of the city in the 1970s. So the most you would do was spare a quick glance and walk off on your merry way. 

When you first moved to Manhattan, you held a very general idea of what the city might be like.

Densely populated, filled with rude people, stoners getting high in the alleyways, hookers coming in and out of bars, overpriced apartments, and much, much more. Course, you understood that not every part of the city was terrible. But being street-smart was your best ticket in avoiding any trouble.

And after seeing those familiar red-tainted auburn hair with a certain cow-lick sticking up more than once, it left your mind screaming the words danger and leave.

Allen’s reputation was deeply rooted within darkest parts of New York, and while he hasn’t committed any serious crimes to receive the death penalty yet, it was best not to cross paths with the latter.

Or at least get on his bad-side. 

But you, being part of the unlucky bunch, has.

Having developed a sharp tongue since childhood, you obtained a nasty habit of insulting people in between sentences. All of it was purely involuntary as no one corrected you until much later into adulthood.

So you made sure to keep conversations short and to the point. To protect not only the other persons feelings, but the strain it took minding every phrase.

Allen one night, had walked up next to you after you were finally released from your job hours. When he saw you leaned up against the stone wall at behind the building and simply relishing in the icy air prickling your skin and cooling your fiery nerves, all of it lit a spark in his mind.

You were the the person he kept seeing. 

The poor soul that continued to make their way into his thoughts. 

So what’s the harm in trying to get to know you? But of course, the conversation doesn’t go as smoothly as he planned.

“Hey dollface, haven’t I seen you somewhere before~?”

Your eyes flicked over to him as you replied in a heartbeat,

“Yes, that’s why I don’t go there anymore.”

[shini--chan]

May I request a birth scenario for the 2ps. You can do either side first and make 2 separate posts.

There is one ask further up in my ask box asking for the dreaded birth scenario with the 2p axis anyway, so I’ll just be doing the 2p allies for now. Warning for implied non-con, manipulation & coercion. You’re reading this at your own risk.

Yandere 2p! Allies – Dreaded Birth

America

“Not like you have much choice, cupcake”, Allen lazily drawled from his place next to you. He had tidied himself up for the birth, and it was downright surreal to see him in a blue overall with a hairnet and mask. Exhausted as you were from pressing the baby out, you had nearly not recognised him for a moment.

“You are not the mother of that…”, you began weakly only to be cut off by him.

“Yes, I’m the daddy and you are the mommy and you’ll act the part. Taking care of another human being will be good for your mental health. We talked about this sugar. You are just acting like this because you just had a difficult birth and post-partum depression is already setting in. Plus, you’re anxiety is showing again.”

Allen would quickly see what you are up to and would do his best to stamp it out as soon as possible. He would have possible caught on to your true feelings on the matter long before the deliver would have taken place with how you would be more emotional and prone to lash out in the weeks leading up to the event. As such, he would have a plan in mind to deal with you.

Would either take you to a small country hospital or a hippy commune to have the birth. There, he would either know the people very well, letting him be the more credible person in the room, or it would be a group of complete strangers that wouldn’t care about your fate and therefore have no incentive to intervene.

Would likely give you a joint or cannabis tea afterwards to make you calm down. Promises would be made and he would have a serious heart-to-heart conversation with you, doing his best to sway you. If else, the carrot and the stick will have to do.

Canada

Sighing Mark turned to the midwife, asking: “Mind leaving us alone for a minute? I have to have a word with my wife.”

“Please don’t go”, you stated. “I don’t want to be alone with him.”

Cassidy, as she was called, looked uncertain between you and Mark, not knowing who to heed. She probably also sensed that something foul was afoot, having likely been in similar situations before, situations where not everything was as it seem on the surface.

“I had a fight with my honey-buns before the contractions started. With everything that happened today, she is probs more mad at me than she usually would be.”

“Alright. I’ll just be by the door. When you have finished comforting her, not hesitate to shout”, the woman said somewhat hurriedly, and then scurried out of the room. Typical – she just wanted to believe what he had said, because the alternative would be so extremely troubling. Now you were alone with the wolf.

Mark could do his best to construct the situation as just an unfortunate series of events. Though, because he wouldn’t be the most sociable and suave guys, he would likely leave opening that you could easily exploit. Taking with the nurse a bit or some other person witnessing the awkward scenes, and you could have a very willing accomplice that could help you escape and even testify in court.

Aside from that, would sit on your bed and do a long lecture, while holding the baby in his arms. Would chide you of disturbing the sleep of the little one if you would raise your voice and reprimand you for being so heartless as to rejecting such a cute and helpless thing that would suffer dearly without your aid. If it initially wouldn’t work, then he would have the following weeks to convince you.

China

Zao raised a thin eye-brow, a rather emotional gesture for such a stoic man. Or at least, for when he wasn’t under the influence of anything. Ignoring your protests, he shoved the baby in your arms, forcing you to take it unless the small tumbled to the side of the narrow bed you had just given birth in and smash its head open. The midwives had just finished washing the wax off the pliable body and swaddled the boy in blankets. After handing the father his child, they had all filed out doubtlessly in accordance to some preplanned schedule.

This China wouldn’t leave much room for argument. He would ensure that events would be framed to make sure that out of the two of you, you would be viewed as the evil doer. The people around you would offer you a lot of unsolicited advice on child rearing and ensure that would be doing your job of a dutiful mother. Should you fail on doing that, they would be the ones to lecture you and shame you. That could or couldn’t be Zao’s intentions, yet the outcome would be that you would feel the pressure more acutely, since it wouldn’t just be some crazed faux-lover telling you what to do.

It would be one of those circumstances where he would continuously invite people over, just to force you into the role of mother. Other’s would gossip and look down on you if you wouldn’t, after all.

All the time, would act as if you are not protesting against motherhood – shoving the child in your arms, leaving you alone with him and assigning you the role of primary caretaker. He is not going to feed the boy, would you let the kid starve? You know that you could go to jail for child abuse if you’d do so.

England

Oliver giggled softly, bright blue eyes shining.

“What did you say, poppet?”, he asked brightly. His appearance made you step back. He was covered in blood, your blood to be exact, seeing that he had played midwife.

You had hoped that the deliver would have meant that you would have been allowed to see other people. Sadly, he had deftly dashed your hopes by doing the task himself. It shouldn’t have surprised you – the mere notion of you in somebody else’ arms drove him berserk.

“Nothing, dear”, you answered quietly, feeling tears well up in your eyes.

Oliver wouldn’t hesitate to go full batshit insane if you would ruin his dream of a happy little family. He would desire, no require a sweet little life with a darling sweet wife and a cute tyke to be happy, so don’t dare tear that away from him.

If you would insist on being difficult, he would go one of two routs. The first one would be dragging you to his personal torture chamber, disregarding that you just gave birth, and torturing you a few hours. You would only be allowed out every once in a while for a quick clean-up and to breastfeed the child.

Or he could play the long game by turning the child you would hate so much against you. Then he would have an ally in keeping your behaviour in check. Perhaps, that route would be so much to his liking that he would force another child on you and repeat the whole process.

France

Francois carelessly snipped the finished bud of his ciggerette towards the rublish bin. It missed and rolled on the floor, vanishing in an arc behind the bin. Sighing for the untempth time this hour already and looked up at you. You were staring at the craddle with bitter contempt, as if the squeaking child had gravely insulted you. This was slowly going too far. Sure, he had would also be more peeved if he would be bleeding from his genitals for over a month and stretched skin turned into a wrinkly flap of tissue. "It is not as if she tried to kill you so stop trying to set her on fire with your eyes", he tiredly commented. Affairs like this made him even more tired than usual. Maybe there was still some German beer in the fridge to calm his nerves. "And yet she still nearly did", you curtly snip back, all to happy to let out your anger now. Ah yes, there was that. On good days Francois could easily forget that you nearly died during childbirth. Partially, he had been angry at the baby for that, at least in the beginning, however, unlike you, he was a rational person and worked quickly to overcome his misgivings. - Francois' solution would just be to shrug off your responses and wait. Surely you would have only been hysterical at the moment and given a few weeks you would surely calm down. If not, then he would resort to violence - burns and choking and attempts to impregnate you again. - Though, that would only be the case if he would still want the child. If you could argue your case well enough, then he would put the child up for adoption. That would be the outcome anyway, if he would find the child to be too difficult he would give it away, regardless of your feelings on the matter.

Russia

Victor raised his eyebrows in askance and then his expression proceeded to melt into one of mirth. The usually stone expression vanished, the corners of his eyes crinkling and his mouth forming into a smile that had too many teeth. Hiding the lower half of his face inside his signature red scarf, he looked even more sinister. That was when it came to you - his happiness stemmed from giddy anticipation. You had just broke one of the rules in this elaborate game of cat and mouse, you had just given him an exuse to act out his crueller fantasies. Normally, you were more careful, but this time, you had lost it all because you had allowed your emotions to get the better of you for the fraction of a minute. Those red eyes, twinkled down at you as he carefully laid the buddled little babe in your lap. You felt a shiver run down your spin as he patted your messy hair. The gesture would be affectionate, if you didn't know him. Ice gathered in your belly and you found yourself frozen with dread. "I'll keep your words in mind", he said softly, and with that, you knew that you were doomed. - Victor would use this as an excuse to let out his pent up anger and frustration out on you. For a few weeks, you would become his emotion punching bag. Of course, it would be constructed so that you would likely not suffer permanent damage. Emphasise on likely, because that could change very quickly if would provoke him. While standardly a very collected man, when he would already be swimming in anger, he would lose all tolerance for bs. - During that time, he would still have you tend to the child. Your treatment of the little one would determine if your punishment would be extended or shortened as well as the intensity of it. Of course, he wouldn't tell you of this - it would just be more fun for him to have you figure it out yourself. - Such an "event" could occur again and again during the life of your child, depending on your behaviour towards them. Family is something that Victor would take extremely seriously.

[lilac-amethyst-skies]

Turns you into Stone ||2P!America x Reader||

notes: depressive themes, reflection of self-purpose

Overview: Allen caught himself on a rainy day. There's no doubt that he's the fierce, rough and tumble sort of guy. Yet, in this moment, he felt anything but. Amongst everything else the day seemed to have in store for him, you get thrown into the mix, too...Especially when you catch him standing in the middle of the yard in the chilly spring rain.

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There were many things that people didn’t know about Allen Jones.  This was maybe perhaps because no one dared to.  No one dared get too close to the man who’d surely bite first, to then only maybe ask questions later.  In what they had seen or sensed in him was a danger, and that it would be smart to take those notions into account, to keep a good amount of distance away.  It seemed to be the wiser to think this way, easier for those around him.

And though Allen may not fully admit it to anyone or even to himself, he found that that may just be the easiest path to take, too.  He wouldn’t outwardly agree, but if he was being fully honest with himself, then he would surely agree that, yes, a wall between himself and another greatly lightened the possibilities of burden.  Even if that meant burying a longing that Allen never cared to pay attention to.  He hated when that feeling burned a small fire in the bottom of his chest, threatening to be called upon so as to be further set ablaze.  It wished for passageway into his heart, then to travel upwards and claw at his throat.  There it would find new hope to then be spit out in the form of syllables and sounds that he could only dream of saying, that didn’t really sound like him, but no it really was him.  And he…

He was weak.

He felt so fucking weak.

An anger started to boil, and Allen wanted to thank it because at least then it would crush the desire searing in his chest.  It left an acrid taste of disgust on his tongue.  Yet, even still, Allen knew that this was going to be one of those days where he couldn’t swallow it down.  It would overtake him in waves and send his heart rattling, being crashed side-by-side like a ship in storm.  What was he supposed to do?

Drip.

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Drop.

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Allen felt something cold atop his head, running down along his scalp from gravity.  He instinctively looked upwards towards the sky and let out a sigh.  His gaze softened just a bit as the rain above him started to pick up.  Allen figured he should probably go back inside as his stare shifted back to the ground that was soon destined to be a sea of mud.  But as the rain began pelting its assault full force, Allen didn’t think he cared much anymore.

Yeah, it was just one of those days.

It seemed the rain was quick to extinguish his prior fury.  It was quickly shifting and morphing into something else. The numbness began distorting his senses.  The early spring rain should serve as a bite to the skin beneath his clothing, but Allen wasn’t really feeling it much anymore.  Or, if anything, he definitely didn’t care.  But in the end, he still found himself questioning,

Was it really so bad for him to wish for a place to belong?

Did someone like him even have the right to want and yearn for something like that?  Allen let out bitter scoff at that.  To him in that moment, the answer was a simple one: Of course he didn’t.  When did he ever deserve a right to anything?  What type of identity did he even offer?  To himself, to others?  And since when did he even care about that?  Allen knew he shouldn’t.  He really, really shouldn’t.  Because that’s dangerous, that’s what he always told himself, ever since he was young.  Never—

Allen heard the click of the front door from behind him. He anticipated the creaking sound of the door opening, and when it finally did, his heart began to crash against his chest.

He didn’t like this.

He hadn’t a good face to put on right now, to hide under.

And even worse, Allen didn’t even know who it was.

His back was turned,

And all he could do was stand there.  Frozen.

Whoever found themselves outside seemed to stay where they were for a moment. Most likely taking in the scene before them and thinking, “Why the hell is Allen Jones standing in the middle of the freezing rain?” Thinking about this caused Allen to let out a small huff of breath.  He felt apathy sweep over him about the situation.  He thought that whoever it was, could just think whatever hell they wanted.  It wouldn’t change a thing anyways.  It’s not like much mattered anyhow.  More so, it’s not like he mattered.

Allen suddenly heard footsteps.

The thoughts he just had about not caring flew out the window and the closer the person got, the more panic began to set in.  He found himself clenching his fists to the point that his knuckles turned white, still having yet to turn around.  Though, he didn’t have time to think much else because whoever this was was already directly behind him.  All Allen could do was keep his eyes on the ground.

“Allen?”

His heart stuttered at the voice that he heard.  Allen’s jaw was set in a lock and somehow his fists must have clenched even tighter because of what the person said next,

“Allen. Your hand,” she paused, “…it’s bleeding.” Had he really just done that?  Allen slowly brought his hands towards himself, opening his palms to see that his nails had dug in far too much.  Enough to break the skin on his left hand.  Allen watched the rain wash away the deep red.  It watered down its color to something of a pinker hue until it beaded up enough to roll off the palm of his hand.  There was something a little cathartic in watching it, Allen thought.

The woman watched the man in front of her carefully.  She gauged his stance and took notice of the eerie silence that emanated from him.  There was a notable amount of tension in the squaring of his shoulders, and she started to wonder what kind of face he was making as he stood there, motionless, gaze fixed upon his hands.  She found there she didn’t have an answer to that, but even more pressing, the woman wasn’t quite sure what her next move should be.  Her mouth pressed into a thin line.  As she was stuck in her own process of thought, Allen finally allowed his hands to fall back down to his sides, his fingers noticeably more lax than before.  But still, he remained silent.

She could tell that Allen really didn’t want to turn around.

That he really didn’t want her to see whatever expression he was making.

…

Well, that was all right she thought.  He at least hadn’t sent her away and that had to count for something.  So, with that notion in mind, the woman was able to grasp onto some sort of bravery and slowly brought her hand forward towards him.  With fingers in a gentle curl, as her knuckles brushed lightly upon of the middle of his back.  There was a wish to provide a touch that wasn’t too terribly obtrusive, but yet, still present.  A hope that he wouldn’t flee or tell her to leave.

And much to her relief, he didn’t.

The women would be lying if she said that seeing Allen like this was common happenstance.  In fact, she really hadn’t seen him like this before.  Yet, there was a part of her that wondered if he was more like this than many others realized.  Her mind began to wander in this moment.  She tried to imagine a younger looking little boy with dark hair and crimson eyes.  Maybe he sat alone and maybe, in those days, he even allowed himself to cry.  She wondered if Oliver ever saw him that way.  If Allen ever allowed himself to really, truly break down.  And even more so, did he ever let anyone in during those moments?  Much to her disdain, she wouldn’t be surprised if Allen’s answer happened to be no to that question.  Her heart suddenly grew so, so heavy and she wanted to be there as much as Allen would allow.

She dared to move closer.  The hand settled upon his back unfurled into a flattened palm, coming to rest against his back.  Allen felt himself falling into warmth as she went as far as to even rest her forehead upon him, right above her hand.  He heard the soft sigh that fell from her lips, and Allen involuntarily released the tension that was being held in his shoulders.  She noticed this, and moved to push this a little further, but she halted.  No, she would stay as she was for a bit longer and allow him settle.  Especially since he hadn’t said a single word.  She was frightened that this rare moment might shatter like glass.  So, she stayed the way she was, keeping her touch tender and kind.

Allen could feel that too.  He almost wished that she wouldn’t touch him with such gentle intention.  Out of nowhere, a sudden thought crashed into the forefront of his mind, he wondered if maybe he would be able touch her with that same resolve.  The idea came just as fast as it went, but still, it had Allen reeling enough for him to begin feeling just how damn cold the rain felt.  It was like it sent his mind into a kick-start and it was only now that Allen could analyze and take in what was going on.  A spiral back into reality.  And wow, that little lady that he liked so much was really, really close to him, and it was her doing the touching, not him.  And now he was also thinking about how they were both soaked to the bone.

And he was the idiot that not only made her come out into the rain, but he was also the reason she stayed here.

As feeling continued to creep back into his senses, he began to really decide how he was going to deal with the situation and the woman getting cozy against him.  Allen might be a bit embarrassed of how touchy-feely this all is (in fact, he’s not a huge fan of it), but he’d never complain having this woman so close to him, so anger was far from his palette of reaction.  Instead, he decided to take a playful bite and spoke for the first time since she came out here.

“Now, what do you think you’re doin’, doll?”

Allen felt the way she startled, not having expected him to speak.  She immediately looked up, to see that Allen had slightly turned his face towards her so that she could hear him a bit better.  Regardless, she could sense that impish tone that fell on his words and the way that the skin of his face tugged into a little smirk.  She wanted to huff out in annoyance, but it would’ve only been a half-hearted, as she really didn’t mind.

“Y’know, I’m not the most romantic guy in the world, but if you were desperate for a dance in the rain, all you had to do was ask,” Allen bantered.  He had shifted enough to the side that she could finally have a good look at him, and it was impossible not to notice that stupid, mischievous grin plastered across his face.  It seemed Allen was back into his own skin.  She wanted to give him the most unimpressed expression ever imaginable, but she fought it back.  Because she was starting to like the little game they were playing.

“You’d dance with me?” she retorted smartly, knowing that Allen would totally be caught off guard.  His next statement didn’t disappoint her.

“Wait, what?” he looked at her a bit dumbly, the smile on his face faltering a bit, his eyes not quite so sharp as before.

“You’d dance with me?” she repeated, “Here, in the rain?”

Allen gaped a bit at her, finally realizing that he might have gotten himself into something that he didn’t quite intend. But, no matter.  He had more up his sleeve, especially now that she had struck a chord in him.

He had now turned around fully, only a small amount of distance between the two.

“What? You like that kinda guy, huh?  Someone who looks somethin’ like this?” Allen then proceeded to use the rain to his advantage as he took his hands to top of his head and slicked it back, as if he really took the time to add product to it.  And then, he looked her right in the eyes and wow…he smiled.  Surely, it was absolutely flirty and had an aim in mind to make a point.  But the way he was smiling at her with that devilishly handsome glint in his eyes…it sent her heart soaring.  And to top it all off, a small bit of his dark hair fell to rest against his forehead, adding a messy sort of look to his newly found hairstyle.  Even in the chilly rain, she somehow felt so ablaze in that moment and overwhelmed with emotion.

Allen saw that shift in her gaze, in her expression and it knocked the grin right off of his face because he was so surprised by how honest her eyes were.  And the fact that it seemed she couldn’t care less.  But then again, Allen was fairly certain he wasn’t hiding much on his end either.  Instead, Allen found himself walking closer.  It was moments like this when she realized just how tall Allen is.  He towered over her so easily and with that intense look he held in his eyes, she was beginning to feel weak in the knees.  She hoped that they would hold out.

This woman looked utterly captivated by him and it caused Allen to let out a breathy chuckle as his eyes grazed over the features of her face.  The back of his mind was telling him that she really shouldn’t be looking at him that way, but he was a different man than the one he was earlier and found the ability to quickly brush that thought away.  Because now, he was feeling a bit selfish.  Selfish in the way that he never wanted her to look at anyone else the way she was looking at him now.  So, he’d give her something to remember and allow himself to settle into this scene.

Allen guessed he could be a gentleman today.  He figured his old man would be proud.  So, to hell with it.  Allen brought a hand to fall against the side of her face and his heart skipped at the way her eyes fluttered shut, obviously anticipating something.  Yeah, he figured he could give her that something.  That wouldn’t be a problem in the slightest.

Allen allowed his own eyes to fall shut as he slowly leaned downward.  It was only a few moments later that his lips covered her own.  A gentle exhale escaped him, as his mouth moved expertly against her.  She was getting lost in the way that he felt, and she just couldn’t help but to wrap her arms about his neck and pull him flush against her body.  Allen was quick to react, his hands finding her waist.  His kiss became rougher than the start, his headed tilted to the side for better access.  She felt the way his fingers were digging into her sides.  There was a sting that made her sigh and Allen hummed in response.  Only a moment later, their lips parted from their need of breath.  She had quickly brought him back to rest her forehead against his, an intimate gesture that Allen took advantage of to look into her eyes.

How was it that she was here with him?

With her in his arms, having the privilege to hold her so close.

Allen didn’t really understand, but he decided for today to just let it rest, to let it be.

Because really, all that mattered was that she was right here, right now. With him.

[somehow-a-writer]

The Meeting {2P America X Reader PT 2}

Beginning to browse your closet, trying to pick out your outfit ahead of time for the world meeting that was tomorrow between the 1Ps and the 2Ps. It would be a lie to say you weren't nervous, you were extremely nervous, so much could happen or go wrong. Things could go right as well but it was hard to focus on that considering how the two groups treated each other thus far. You had already told your brother, Alfred, and the next day Matthew who didn't seem to mind as long as you were happy and safe. Matthew was always the calmer one between the two, which you were always grateful for, he could definitely be protective as well but he always made sure to have all the facts and a clear head before doing anything, unlike Alfred most times. (F/N) decided on a simple (f/c) button-up shirt, a black skirt that went just above her knees, a cardigan, and a pair of leggings. Setting the outfit to the side for easier and more convenient access later, (F/N) stretched and headed to the bathroom to take care of your nightly routine and hygienic stuff before crawling into bed, tomorrow was going to be a long day and you were planning on getting as much sleep as possible.

Along the way to the meeting (F/N) stopped at a local coffee shop, after getting (f/d) to go, you continued the drive. Carrying a drink in one hand a briefcase in the other and a small purse strapped across your body, practically ran towards the meeting room. Halfway there someone grabbed her and pulled her to the side into a less populated hallway, confused (F/N) looked up to a worried Dane. "Hey (F/N). I know you and Alfred explained why we're doing this but are you absolutely sure this is what we should do? I trust Alfred's opinion and I have faith you know what you're doing as well… But some of our 2Ps are honestly really intimidating and dangerous…" Mathias expressed, glancing away and back to (F/N), it was obvious he didn't want anything bad to happen. You smile, standing on your tiptoes, patting him on the head. "I absolutely do. I know everyone has worries about them and I'll admit, some are justified with certain countries, but there's actually quite of bit of misconceptions about how they really are. I know there were plenty of misconceptions about some of our countries when some of y'all were younger and that was handled accordingly as well. I'll make sure everyone stays in line, I promise, Mathias." Letting out a small sigh which was soon replaced by his usual smile he only nods in return before leaving and heading off. (F/N) was happy that despite everyone's worries, they still trusted you and had faith that you knew what you were doing.

Once reaching the meeting room, you carefully juggled your stuff before opening the door and walking in and setting your things down on the rather large table. A few people were already there, spaced around and chatting with each other; there were still at least ten minutes before the meeting actually started so (F/N) headed toward the nearby break room and started to prepare various different drinks as well as getting snacks trays ready. Carefully balancing multiple things to carry on some trays, she headed back towards the meeting room, however struggling to open the door due to the amount of items. Before she could get a chance to set something down or ask for help a hand slipped by and opened the door for her. "Ciao, Bella, I see you're taking on too much per usual. Next time ask someone for help, I swear you can be such an idiota sometimes." Luciano said, shaking his head as he grabbed one of the trays. The two may not be the closest of friends but (F/N) still somehow managed to get on his good side and got along surprisingly well most days. With a bit of a chuckle, (F/N) carefully went in, setting the trays down. "You know how I am, Luci! If I know or think I can do it myself, I will, I don't want to burden others. But thank you for your help just now, I do appreciate it." "I told you to stop calling me that!! It's bad enough mio fratello idiota does it… I have a reputation to uphold after all and 'Luci' does not help it." Luciano growled at you, wrinkling his nose at the nickname. "Oh please, you and I both know I won't, especially because I heard you admit you secretly like it when I do~. Now, are you done being Mr. Cranky Pants cause I might need your assistance with the rest of the food if you don't mind?" (F/N) asks, already making her way back out, Luciano only quietly grumbles but followed anyway, cheeks dusted a light pink at the fact that she had somehow heard that.

Before (F/N) could even begin to start grabbing trays of refreshments with Luciano, someone glomped onto your back, embracing you in a tight hug while saying in a sing-song-like voice, (F/N)~~~!!! It's been too long!! Ve~ How have you been?" Luciano shook his head at his 1Ps manner. "AH! O-Oh Hiya there Feli, I've been doing well, slightly stressed about how this could go. How have you been? I remember you mentioning you've been training with Ludwig longer, how's that going?" Feliciano shrunk back a little, noticing his 2P but giving him a small wave, keeping his smile. "H-Hello Luciano, how have you been? I've been great, Ludwig has been so rough on training veee… Here, let me help you guys carry the rest, it'll be easier with another set of hands!" Surprised by Feliciano's reaction, Luciano just shrugs and nods. "I've been alright… Thank you, I guess? If you want to help, go ahead, we can't stop you. But don't drop it either!" Feliciano nods quickly as everyone starts grabbing the last of the trays. "Mmm… That definitely sounds like him alright. Just make sure you both aren't overdoing it too much and drinking enough water. The meeting should be starting within a few minutes so we should probably hurry." Soon enough the three returned to the meeting room and finished placing the refreshments and sitting down, waiting for it to start.

Once the rest of the stragglers trickled in and found a place to sit, (F/N) stood up and addressed everyone, thanking them for coming before officially starting the meeting. You started talking about what you had noticed between the two groups when they interacted, and what you noticed when with the 1Ps only and with the 2Ps only as well. Talking about how everything you were taught and knew when it came to the 2Ps only to spend time with them and learn that everything wasn't necessarily that way, sure they could definitely be dangerous but it wasn't always nor towards every single person. (F/N) did their best to remain calm and keep all their frustration, sadness, hurt, confusion, and everything held back so it didn't interfere with the point she was desperately trying to get across or with the meeting in general. Next, you start with the person to the right of you, Flavio, standing behind his chair (F/N) giving him a slightly awkward hug due to the angle before stating wonderful things about him. She continued this process with everyone, even if she didn't know them as well as others, she always found something nice to say with a bit of affection as well. Once finished, you returned to your spot at the table and asked if anyone had any questions or input. There were a few questions but mainly back-and-forth chatter about various topics, it seemed like an unofficial end to the meeting as everyone broke off to chat, overall it went well. There were some that were still hesitant on both ends but agreed to at least be respectful to their counterparts; (F/N) was extremely happy, relieved as well as grateful to everyone who came and did their best.

Once everyone had broken off and went to do their own thing, (F/N) started grabbing the various dishes that were used during the meeting, Wang came close and started grabbing the dishes as well, putting them on a tray. "Hello, (F/N), let me lend you a hand with these. You be here all night if you do it alone." (F/N) hummed in response, nodding. "Thank you, I appreciate it. Um…S-So what… What did you think of the meeting?" While everything went over well in the end, you were still slightly nervous if anyone had opinions they didn't want to share. Wang glanced at you, surprised at the sudden change of attitude from the presentation to now, with a light pat on the back he replied. "I think you hit many people's hearts, mine too. It'll take time to adjust for everyone but I am grateful that you went out of your way for everyone like this. You did very good." You practically beam with joy, nodding as the two start making trips back towards the break room to drop off the first set, yes there was a cleaning crew but you set all this up and felt like you should at least clean up this bit. Upon getting back to the meeting room, the two noticed almost all of the rest was rounded up and on the trays, looking for who could've done it (F/N) noticed a certain pink haired brit and tan American chatting as they finished gathering the rest of what was left on another tray. Wang notices the time, quickly explains, and apologizes before heading out in a hurry for a meeting he had scheduled after this.

Making your way to the two, hugging Oliver then Allen, they both return the hug with warm smiles. "Hello, poppet! We noticed that you were gathering everything up and decided to help, don't want you spending too much time over something so simple after all. Thank you for all of this and all those kind words, you truly are an absolute treasure of pure goodness, never change." Oliver says, cupping your face at the end and leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Yeah, what he said. Ollie's right though, this was extremely kind of you. Never change (F/N), you're wonderful as is. And I'll make sure to show you a nice time in return for everything you said earlier, doll~." Allen teases, giving you a quick peck on the cheek before they all started gathering the trays to return. (F/N)'s cheeks growing several shades of red at the compliments and the teasing, giving the two a shy smile and a little nod as they walked. "Oh please, it was the least I could do for everything you all have done for me. But, thank you, honestly. You both have been so supportive and wonderful, I greatly appreciate it. A-Also Al… Don't say such things in front of Oliver, we might explode… For somewhat different reasons b-but still!" Allen only chuckles, continuing his teasing. "So what you're saying is I can say stuff like that in front of others?" (F/N) squeaks, playfully smacking his arm with a playful pout. "Y-You know what I mean! Mmm… You're such a bully, ya know that." "Maybe so but you're the one who chose this bully, dollface~. You know I love ya lots. Besides, it's now officially my job, as your boyfriend, to tease you as much as possible." Allen retorts, pulling you close by the waist and kissing you.

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Hetalia Kiss Headcanons (2p!Allies)

Headcanons on how the 2p!Hetalia characters would kiss their S/O, as well as who I think would initiate your first kiss as a couple~

2p!America: Allen is very mischievous and cocky. With a similar "do or die" attitude to this 1p! counterpart, his kisses are more forceful and abrupt. The difference is that Allen will crash his lips onto yours with little regard to whether or not you're prepared. He'll even go out of his way to surprise you with a kiss on the lips, holding you tightly by the waist as he uses his tongue to beg for entrance. Kisses that are full of desire and lust. He just loves to see you shocked and breathless at the end. And when the two of you are alone, you can bet neck kisses are going to be a thing. Here's hoping you brought a scarf to cover up those love bites. If it wasn't already obvious, he'd be the one initiating a first kiss.

2p!England: Oliver's kisses are not only sweet in emotion and how they feel, but in taste as well. His lips taste like one of the many sugary sweets he whips up on a daily basis. Like cake batter and frosting with a possible hint of the metallic taste of blood. He gets positively giddy when you two kiss, and you can feel his lips curl into a smile upon yours. When he's in an especially good mood he'll take your face in his hands and pepper your face with kisses. When in public he might hold back a little, and I mean only a little. And I'd say it's 50/50 as to who initiates the first kiss. He may hold back to see if you're comfortable, but there's also the chance he'll get so carried away in his emotions that he'll just kiss you outright.

2p!France: François... Oh, François my beloved. This really depends on the nature of your relationship. If you're keeping it casual, his kisses would be more lustful and demanding, as if to say, "You. Me. Bed. Now." And he'd have no qualms about shoving his tongue down your throat. This is a guy who doesn't really believe in love and instead operates on lust when it comes to human intimacy. But if your relationship is more serious, his kisses would still be firm, but they'd be brief, with him still lingering over your lips, as if he's unsure how to navigate kisses fueled by genuine love. Whoever initiates the first kiss would depend entirely on his mood. If he's in a lustful haze, he'd initiate. But if he's just... Being his usual, depressed self, you'd have to initiate.

2p!Russia: Kissing? What even is kissing? Okay, so it's not like Viktor hasn't heard of kissing before, but it's probably one of the furthest things from his mind. So obviously you'd have to be the one to talk to him about it and even one day be the one to try and initiate that first kiss between you two. I feel like his lips feel very cold, almost like ice. At first, he'd find kissing to be a little uncomfortable, but he'd eventually warm up to the idea. But kisses would still be extremely rare. But when he does kiss you it will either be on the top of your head, forehead, or a chaste peck on the lips. Because of the rarity of the kisses, you know that if he's kissing you, it's because he truly does love you (that or he's dying, I dunno).

2p!China: Okay, I'm gonna be real here. Zao seems like a bit of a mixed bag to me. I feel like he'd be more affectionate than his 1p! counterpart, but not particularly in public. He'd give you a kiss on the cheek in public, but that's it. At home he's probably a bit more lax about affection, kissing you off and on throughout the day. Maybe being a little more flirty and silly when it comes to kissing, with his kisses making you smile while also feeling like your chest is on fire. And he'd be the one to initiate the first kiss. (I literally tried so hard here, but I just don't have a good feel for his character at all).

2p!Canada: James also my beloved. James isn't the best at showing how he feels, especially in the romance department. His kisses often end up being little pecks on the top of your head or forehead. He'd kiss your temple as well, but after a peck, he'll sort of linger there with an arm around your shoulders. Kisses on the lips are usually reserved for when the two of you are alone, mainly because he can be fairly reserved when it comes to affection. But dang those kisses fill you with a sense of love, security, and warmth like you've never felt before. And, if he's in the mood, the kisses can be a little more intense and forceful, but he wouldn't try and push you into anything you aren't comfortable with. As such, it would be on you to initiate that first kiss, as he's a little worried he may accidentally scare you off.