#2p!take over

[ask2ps]

I need food

ENGLAND: If you limit your palate too much, you’ll miss out on good food. So don’t worry about what it’s made of, just take a bite!

SOUTH ITALY: No way! You gotta use quality ingredients! And that’s why mine is better! Right? It’s better, right? You like it more, right? 

Go on! Eat it! Eat it already! Why aren’t you eating?! 

[narwhalandchill]

omg i was literally just abt to type out a whole post lamenting the way my childes been unable to run polar star since 4.0 when i got so elated seeing him again that i just impulse pulled aqua in a complete frenzy (22 pity btw we just have sth different im sorry) all bc his aqua build overall has 10% more ER than polar.

and like 10% thats so little you say whats the deal with that. well. so childe wants like 110-120% in self respecting international anyway. but the difference a 10% makes in more particle dry content (which a lot of recent ass abysses have insisted upon being) Really makes that itsy bitsy massive difference in comfiness that u just Cant go back on once ur used to it. so ive just been stuck on aqua its kinda sad bc as good as that bow is. polar is still His signature and also the first 5* sig i ever pulled its Special. also got it twice in one ten pull in 2.2 btw uwu as i said. weve always had something special. but yeah its a dilemma

like. this is even with myself being an enlightened 2p 2p random bullshit go truther and not some 4p HoD/nymph coper (imagine not going by substats and mixed sets everyone point and laugh). my builds for polar just Dont allow for that extra ER very well without losing other stats. and all that. so yeah its mega embarrassing like somehow my fucking neuvillette ranks higher on akasha than him im a fake fan the shame is truly immeasurable.

except then i remembered. a glad circlet i rolled last week. and. well

truly. (singular tear rolls down my cheek) Justice shines upon us today.

WE R IN TOP 1% FINALLY 😭😭😭😭😭 THANK FUCK

the world is as it ought to be 😤😤😤

[renonv]

Spamano Week Day 2 & 3 : Mochis & 2p

Mannnn late yet again BUT ALSO on time 🙏😏

I think both of these concepts are so fun 😭 like the existence of mochis within the universe is crazy but it’s so fucking funny… and oughhh the two pees.. I used to not really care for them BUT I figured them out for myself and now they are a fun thing to rotate in my head nsnddkk

I’ll go more into detail of how I see their 2p versions under the cuttt but WOO I’m on tha rolll

@spamano-week

HI WELCOME TO THE RAMBLINGS OF A CRAZY OLD MAN

Flavio: Literally Flavio to me is what Romano would have been like if he wasn’t fighting the internalized homophobia/ machismo demons 🙏 he’s flamboyant he’s (still) loud, he stands his ground and he is a fucking divaaa. He’s cunning, takes great pride and care and time into his appearance, he expresses his love freely and loudly, and he’s not afraid to pick a fight. He lacks general anxiety and self preservation. He’s also a tad selfish, and just generally two faced. To me, while Romano puts out the harsh exterior, underneath it all he is a vulnerable and sensitive person. Flavio puts on the very approachable exterior, and will be nice, but inside he’s brewing some out of pocket shit. However, he loves and cares deeply and genuinely for a very special few.

If Romano was to meet him, he would call him a slur. But also be jealous of the way Flavio carries himself. If Flavio were to meet Romano, be would make him his next make over project, he is his new gay god mother. Flavio would be jealous of how many people genuinely care about Romano, even if the guy chooses to act like an asshole.

Santiago: He is a quiet and an intimidating guy, not because he’s plotting shit in his head, but because he just does not know how to carry himself around people. While Antonio is an approachable, sociable man who’s always working on putting out positivity and try to do good by everyone because that’s just how he is (and how he copes), Santiago withdraws himself from everyone because 1) Bro genuinely doesn’t get social cues or socialization and 2) thinks of it as better this way for the general public. He’s a little edgy, but in a “scared to hurt others” way rather than “society doesn’t get me” way. Since he yaps significantly less than Antonio, he’s a good listener and is also a bit less dense on certain things. He’s a bit more prone to picking up on the underlying emotions or when people are being sarcastic / say one thing but mean another.

If Santiago and Antonio ever met, it would be… interesting. Santiago would be put off by Antonio’s high energy, but at the same time wish he could express himself as easily as the other, and be as comfortable with physical touch. Antonio would absolutely loose his mind over the gray streak of hair, bro looks very punk rock. He would think of the other as awkward, but also be very impressed at his observational skills.

[alfredosauce50]

Surprise! Happy belated birthday to narratornyanko 😼

Sorry for the major delay, but I’ve been multitasking my papers at the same time 😭 And this isn’t *exactly* what was requested, so think of this as an additional bonus. There’s also a lack of content for Matt, and this was needed as a perfect foundation for a later story because someone else requested him 🙈 I hope you enjoy it!

NSFW 2P Canada Headcanons 🍁

When it comes to this rugged Canadian man, the first thing that comes into mind isn’t romance or sex. He has a lot of hobbies that can make him break a good sweat, and he’s indifferent to women.

He also lives in the woods averse to the company of other people, so he’s not getting laid anytime soon. But it’s always been about finding the right one, and now that he’s met you, he’s like an animal in bed.

Very explicit content. R18+ only.

He has a very active lifestyle, so he’s raging with testosterone. Whether he’s cutting and collecting firewood, gardening, or fishing in his boat, he’s almost always sweaty he comes home. When he sees you, his mind will inevitably start to wander. You’re dressed lightly and making dinner, so he can’t help but come up from behind to kiss you. “Not now, Matt.” You push him a little, but he just groans and wraps around you, stubborn as.

Matt has good self-control. Nothing grinds his gears more than feeling like apart of a collective, i.e., a jerk with a dick. So if you’re resisting him, he’ll back off immediately and find something else to do. But if you’re in the mood, he never rejects you. If you do so little as look at him right, he’ll understand. Matt knows you’re a lot shyer than him, so he’ll take charge and pull you in without you having to say a word. “Come here.”

He isn’t afraid to ask for what he wants. It isn’t uncommon for him to just drop the bomb on you (wanna do it?) but it’s become more of an inside joke than a serious question. Matt will bring it up during the worst possible moments, like to break a long silence or in a somewhat serious context. You hit him in the chest and walk off, but he knows you’re only doing that to hide your smile. “I know you like me.” He ambles after you.

Matt would rather use body language to let you know he wants you. You never tell him that you love him, and he’s not very sweet to you either. He never gets you flowers, he’s a lot meaner than most boyfriends, and he doesn’t care much for any anniversaries. But everything seems to fall into place in the bedroom. The sexual tension is unbearable, and the way he stares at you makes you feel naked. Then, he’ll come over and loom on top you, waiting for you to look up at him.

You meet his eyes, and that’s when all hell breaks loose. He’s kissing you like he’s starved, his head moving fervently against yours while he puts his hands all over you. Matt has been dying for your affection for way too long, and now that he has it, he can’t get enough. He also has a thing for your boobs, so he’ll reach for them under your shirt and cup them. He does this while breathing like a dog, and he has an expectant look in his eyes as if to ask, “what’re you gonna do about it?”

He’s good with his hands. He also has really thick fingers, so he never fails to pleasure you with them. He will put you in his lap with your back facing him and touch you like that from behind. He traps you between his arms and pins your shoulder down with his chin while he rubs your clit like crazy. You’re fighting for your life as he makes you cum, but you can’t hope to get away from him. Just when you think he’s done, he’ll stick a finger in and hook you from the inside.

Matt knows your body even better than you do. He’s very sensitive to it and knows when you’re rejecting him. He will put his tip in you and sink deeper in, but never more than you can really take. Soon, he’ll have all nine inches of his cock inside you, and he’ll rock you on it nice and slow so you can feel him stretch you out. “That’s it…” He’s very thorough in this stage because he’s connecting with you, and if you didn’t want him, he wouldn’t have gotten past the tip. “Yeah…”

He’s a lot bigger than you. His back is also really wide, so he can cover your entire body with it. And he’s incredibly strong, which means he has total control over you. When he play fights with you, he doesn’t even have to try to pin you down. “You done?” And when he has sex with you, he gets off to feeling you tremble from penetration. You’re shaking and moaning his name, telling him that you can’t. “You will… Just relax for me…” He loves how much he is for you, even too much, especially when you always take him so well.

Before you know it, tears are running down your face and your eyes are rolled back in pleasure as he pounds and gapes your pussy. When he sees the mess he’s made of you, he goes mad with a desire beyond the flesh. Submitting to him like this when he doesn’t deserve it drives him crazy. Matt will hold you in all sorts of compromising positions to rearrange your guts, like standing up so he can bounce you on him with no mercy.

Matt loves anal. Not just because it’s tight, but he wants to be inside you in any way that he can. You’ll find that he’s really possessive of you, so he doesn’t want there to be anything you haven’t done with him. He also thinks your asshole is cute, so he’ll splay your cheeks apart to look at it. Be mad at him all you want, he’s not changing his mind about plunging inside. It’s invasive and downright dirty, but that’s what makes it so hot.

He doesn’t have any sexual boundaries with you. He will be as nasty as you let him, but even he can’t promise he’ll behave. If you decide to wake him up with a handjob, he’s more than happy to receive. While you pump his morning wood, he’ll just grin darkly at you like he’s the one with the upper hand. Matt loves it when you do this to him, because when you don’t even bother to ask, it goes to show how much you want him. It’s not exactly consensual, but he’s a freak like that. “You’re molesting me now?” He chuckles lowly.

Matt has a piss kink. It’s not surprising that he likes embarrassing you, but he wouldn’t go so far as to do his business on you. He’s decent enough not to put you through that, he just doesn’t mind if you did it to him. In fact, if you try to run off to the bathroom, he might pull you back and keep you on him until you can’t hold it anymore. When it finally comes out, you’ll be mortified beyond relief, crying, and hitting him, but he gets even more turned on. “Don’t be shy. It’s only natural.”

There’s just something so hot about getting you so vulnerable that you relieve yourself on him. After all, you and Matt fight a lot more than the average couple. Having gross and invasive sex is a glaring reminder of how crazy he is about you. “You’re disgusting, Matt…” You tear up, moaning as he rocks you on his dick. He hasn’t cleaned the sheets since the last round, so the smell of sex and bodily fluids is practically searing, but he likes it that way. “I’m just obsessed with you…”

He has a thing for your smell, especially when you haven’t washed yet. Your sweat and musk is enough to give him a hard-on, and he’ll want to eat you out. Matt will find you before you have a chance to take a shower for that sole purpose. Then, he’ll take off your underwear and bury his face between your legs. He’ll suck on your pussy, lick you, and tongue-fuck you until you cum right in his mouth. By the end of it, your thighs are bruised and you’re dripping with nothing but his saliva since he’s swallowed everything else.

He’s really hairy. On his chest, under his armpits, all over his stomach, there’s no shortage of it no matter where you look. He also has a thick happy trail leading down to his pecker, so the rest is pretty self-explanatory. He doesn’t care to shave, especially when he knows how much you like it. You’ve always found his ruggedness attractive, and with his size, it’s like being with a bear.

He likes it when you play with his dick. Matt finds it amusing when you slap it around, or squeeze it. Sometimes, he takes the initiative to guide your hand to his boxers, or inside them. If you try and hit him there, he’ll just grunt and goad you on. “Oh, you can do better than that.” What more is that he doesn’t mind when you touch him under the covers while you’re cuddling, and even while he’s falling asleep. Because if he does get hard, it’s gonna be your responsibility to deal with.

He takes offense if you kick him out of the room to change. He’s already seen every inch of you, inside and out, so he doesn’t understand why you’d try to undo that now. Not that you can. He’ll just take it as you trying to push him away, and he won’t take kindly to that at all. He will sit on the bed and refuse to move, even leaning back to get comfortable. “This doesn’t change the fact that we have sex every other night.”

Matt has a really intense weakness for your tears. If he’s mad and you hug him from behind, he’ll forgive you in an instant. Either you miss him, or you feel really bad about what you did. But if you cry, he will carry you to the bedroom and make love to you until you’re crying from an entirely different reason altogether. If you’re apologizing even with him inside you, he will lose his mind and go so hard, you won’t be able to speak.

Your vulnerability is like a drug to him, and he’s addicted to it. It makes it undeniable how deeply you feel about him, whether it’s sadness, anger, embarrassment or desire. He doesn’t care what it is, so long as you have an emotional reaction to him. For that reason, Matt feels very close to you even when you two argue. He’s the type to look after you even when he’s upset, so you’ll never doubt his feelings for you when things get tough.

Matt is the best at aftercare. As much as you want to sleep off the exhausting sex you’ve been having with him, he’ll refuse and carry you to the bathroom to clean you up. He knows he’s a lot to handle, both in and out of the bedroom. And as stubborn as he can be about communicating his feelings, the one thing he won’t withhold from you is acts of service. It’s how he shows he cares, and he doesn’t want you to feel used afterwards.

He’ll bathe you, get you dressed in something comfortable, then put you on the couch while he makes pancakes. After the best meal you’ve had all day, he lets you rest in the living room so he can swap out the sheets for clean ones. If there’s anything else you want him to do that he hasn’t, he’ll do them too. Chores, errands, you name it. He knows that foreplay starts outside of the bedroom, so pulling his weight will make sure that sex will always be a good experience for you.

[lwde-encrusted-sideblog]

Jaune: Penny! Thanks the Gods!

Penny: You seem out of Breath, and in a state of heightened arousal What has happened?

Jaune: Weiss and her Family have lost it!

Penny: How so?

~~~~~

Jaune: Hey, Weissssssss ...

Jaune: Hey, What, uh, What are you Wearing?

Weiss: *Dressed as 2B, minus the skirt* It is my prerogative to help Humanity in anyway I can.

Weiss: *Pressing herself against Jaune* Is there anything I may assist you with?

Jaune: Humina Humina Humina-

Weiss: Its Certainly Feels there may be something~

Jaune: *Pauses, Sprints out of Room fighting his arousal*

~~~~~

Jaune: Winter? Wint-

Winter: *Dressed as A2, Holding a sword just under his Chin* Hm. If she was too Forward it would seem. Though, I know That I will succeed where she failed-

Jaune: *Splashes water on her, Sprints away again fighting more arousal*

~~~~~

Jaune: Ms. Schnee! Weiss and Winter have gone nuts!

Willow: I'm in My bathroom Right now, just sit on my bed and I'll be out in a moment!

Jaune: O-Okay. The thing is, They're dressed up as characters from a video game- And it's all really Skimpy! I don't know why they're acting like this-

Willow: *Steps out dressed as the Commander* I know my hair doesn't match The one their having me dress as, but I hope it's not too far off~

Jaune: *Leaps up, runs off once more*

Willow: Oh I so do Love The hunt!

~~~~~

Jaune: *Hides in Whitley's closet*

Jaune: Breathe, breathe, You'll be fine.

Whitley: I'd say you already are fine~

Jaune: AH!

Whitley: *Dressed as 9S* I'd Rather be the one screaming. C'mon It'll be fun! It's not like this is Prohibited~

Jaune: *Hard-On Tearing his pants, Sprints to door*

Door: *Is Locked*

Whitley: I'm not as foolish as my family-

Jaune: *Jumps out Window*

Whitley: ... Shit.

~~~~~

Jaune: And that's why I'm here!

Penny: That does seem like a Very Distressing scenario. Follow me, I will take you somewhere where your Stress may be believed. *Penny begins walking*

Jaune: *Following* Where are we Going?

Penny: To my Dormitory. We may help there.

Jaune: *Entering The Dormitory* "We"

Ciel: *Dressed as 2P, Bent over a bed* We.

Jaune: ...

Jaune: *Taking Pants Off* Fine, But Penny goes first for Tricking Me.

Penny: That is an Acceptable Outcome! I will inform Specialist Winter so she may bring her family!

[lady0ctavia]

What They'd Do for a First Date (Axis, Allies, & Nordics)

Something very quick because I just really wanted to get this idea out there. Also, I'm spending more and more time on my 2p!Prussia x Reader fic, but I wanted to make sure the rest of y'all are being fed.

So here are my headcanons on where I think a large chunk of the Hetalia boys would do for a first date!

Italy: While Feliciano's down for pretty much anything, he'd want to make sure the first date is something special. As such, he'd plan a nice, romantic dinner for the two of you where he cooks the food.

Germany: Ludwig would want to have the date at his house where you'd bake something together. He'd rather make either cake or bread. But he'd be open to hearing your ideas on what the two of you can bake.

Japan: I can see Kiku taking you to a painting class. Nothing super fancy or advanced, but something small, simple, and fun. Something where the two of you can delve into your creative side.

Prussia: Gilbert would 100% take you to the movies. He'd be down for seeing whatever you wanted to see, though he's more partial to action/adventure films. However, he wouldn't be opposed to horror, as he likes the idea of you getting scared and holding onto him.

Romano: Lovino will take you on a long walk around Rome sightseeing. He'd be pointing out every last bit of architecture you see and would recite a full history of everything. He's also the kind of guy to wanna take you on a boat ride.

America: Two words; amusement park. Alfred will absolutely take you to an amusement park or a state fair where you'd eat all kinds of fried foods, go on all of the rides, and, if it's a state fair, take you to the petting zoo. He'd also stress over planning the perfect kiss at the top of the Ferris wheel where the two of you'd watch the fireworks.

England: A first date with Arthur would be at a bookstore similar to that of Barnes and Noble. He'd want to look at different books with you and then chat about them over a cup of tea at an adjoining cafe.

France: I know it's kinda cliche at this point, but Francis would bring you to a fancy restaurant for a romantic, candle-lit dinner. Preferably in an area of the restaurant that is somewhat secluded. Hey, if it ain't broke don't fix it!

Russia: Ivan would simply want to go for a walk. Nothing big and fancy. He's perfectly content with something quiet and simple. He'd want to just stroll around town and chat about any of your shared likes or hobbies.

China: Maybe this is a little funny, seeing as he's so old, but Yao would take you to a museum. Mainly to constantly fact-check the workers there, as well as the displays. Especially if it's a Chinese museum. He's been around for 4000+ years, honey. He knows more than the people who work there.

Canada: Okay, this can go one of two ways. Matthieu would either take you on a nature walk through the beautiful Canadian woods, or he'd take you to a hockey game. Either way, the night will end with the two of you going in for a kiss, only to get interrupted by Mr. Kumajiro.

Denmark: I know this is gonna sound ridiculous, but Mathias would absolutely take you to the Lego Store. There is no way you can convince me that this man doesn't love Legos. He'd get cute little minifigures made of the two of you.

Sweden: I can see Berwald either being content with sitting at home and drinking hot cocoa, going to a musical performance of some kind, or, dare I say it, going to an IKEA and talking about what pieces of furniture would look the best in his or your living room.

Norway: Lukas would take you out into the woods late in the evening for the two of you to stargaze. He'd point out different constellations and tell you the stories behind them.

Finland: Alright, we all know Tino's a cutie, but don't let that adorable face deceive you. A first date with this man will either end up with him taking you to a heavy metal concert, or taking you out sharpshooting.

[human-monokuma]

Event: Extermination day. Mono Duo vs The Exorcists.

*You hear chaos and mayham going outside. You turn on the TV to see what's going on.*

Woman: "Hello, all you doomed shitheads of hell! Welcome to another installment of 666 News! I'm Katie Killjoy!"

Guy: "And I'm Tom Trench! It's that horrible time of the year again! Extermination day has arrived once more! And considered the mess that happened with those were demons a few days ago, things are not looking good for any of us!"

Katie: "I'll say, Tom! I lost my favorite coffee runner because of those freaks! Talk about shit timing, Tom! If only it was you who kicked the bucket instead of her!" *Tom was about to say something but got cut off quickly by a screen that shows Monokuma and the newly repaired and renamed MonoFizzarolli fighting against the exorcists.* "In related news, an odd duo has begun fighting against the army of Exorcists! Tiny cub sinner and new-ish arrival, Monokuma and a rebuilt Fizzarolli robot, now going by the name MonoFizzarolli/MonoFizzie/MonoFizz, whatever you wanna calm him! They are quite the daredevils, aren't they, Tom?"

Tom: "They sure do! Though it seems that they aren't doing this to save Hell and more like doing this purely to spite the angels in general! Much like how I spite Katie with my expert break dancing skills, so he has my respec-" *Katie slams Tom's head through the table.*

Kaite: "Annnnnywaaaaaaays~! Seems like these two are holding their own, for now! But it's just two guys against a large army! I don't see them lasting long against these odds! But hey, it'll be one hell of a watch to see these guys get creamed like the dumbasses they are! All this and more, after the break!" *One of the exorcists crashes through the studio wall in a daze.*

dazed exorcist: "Hi mommy~! Look at me! I'm on channel 66666666 news~.......Hahaha.....I'm on...top of the world....!" *Falls over out cold. Katie looks both directions and takes the outcold exorcists away to do God know's what. Looks like Monokuma's succeeded in fixing Robo Fizz, but can they really handle the exorcists on their own?*

@oddblogfullofoddmuses @bartender-husk @domini-inferni(Carmilla, Rosie, The Vees, and Zestial)

@smiling-cervidae(Alastor, 2P)

@xxcottoncandybitchxx

@forbidden-evearice

[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

[jaune-submissive-and-breedable]

'Jaune father sold him to Weiss's family as a servant/bodyguard. And of course, Weiss's asshole of a father would have him experimented on, making him taller and place him to be a guard the mansion like a dog. But Weiss and her family/friends take full Avenged of their sweet power guard dog.

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"Oh, Of course, we'll be happy to see you dear" Willow chirped. The screen before her had the visage of her eldest children, standing at attention with a crispy military uniform. "And I'm sure HE will be happy too~"

After closing the call, Willow leaned back in her chair and sighed happily. It's been a long while since she's had all her children together, maybe longer, with Weiss and Bleiss going to separate combat schools. She rose to inform her daughters that their elder sister would be visiting soon, pausing to ask her personal maid a very important question.

"2P, where is Jaune right now? I'm sure he'd be overjoyed to hear Winter's coming for a visit"

"I believe he's playing with the twin mistresses, ma'am" the dark skin maid replied.

Willow sighed and raised a hand to her temple. "I swear...those girls..."

She left her office and headed towards the twin heiress' room. they always wanted to play with the blonde boy, even from a young age, despite Jaune being a faunus. Honestly, she couldn't blame them, he was a really good boy. And the way his ears and tail wagged when he was happy is just the cutest.

Years ago, before Weiss was born, her husband, Jasque had acquired Jaune from his family for a pretty penny. The transaction was visibly illegal, but the law meant nothing to wealthy men like him. After doing so, he had atlas physicians and scientists experiment on the poor boy for months before introducing him to the family. He was tall, almost to her hips, had scars all over his body and his eyes were dull and lifeless from the experiment. What shocked her and enraged her most was how young he was. For this reason, he was placed as Winter's bodyguard and servant since they were the same age. They were inseparable since then, always doing things together no matter who was present. Be it eating playing, bathing, or even sleeping Jaune was there for her, he even got a little life back in his eyes After Weiss, Bleiss, and Whitley were born, he became their bodyguard and servant as well. All including Willow, the servants, Klein, and some of their guests loved Jaune's company for one reason or another. He also lived up to his bodyguard status in the family quite well. He truly was a good boy.

As Willow neared her daughters' room, she could her the muffled sounds of flesh colliding, moans of pleasure, and the distinct shouts of swears, no doubt from that vulgar child of hers.

*I swear that girl is gonna be the death of me* she thought as she turned the nob.

When she opened the door, Willow was immediately hit with the distinct smell of sex emanating from the twins' room. Looking inside, she saw Jaune lying on Weiss's bed. His clothes were thrown all over the room leaving him naked as the two girls in question had their way with him. Around his feet, and presumably, his hands were black glyphs that held him in place.

Weiss sat atop his face with a groin smashed into his mouth. Her long white hair was loose and tangled around her sweat-caked body. She wore only her pure white panties and a pair of white thigh-high socks. Her mouth was wide open from Jaune's long flat, dog-like tongue licking and probing her pussy.

Bleiss, on the other hand, sat on his groin, moaning and shouting as his cock speared her tiny pussy. Unlike her sister, she was completely nude save for the lacy pair of panties that hung loosely around her ankles. Her pitch-black hair was held in a neat ponytail allowing any onlooker to see her cup breast bouncing wildly up and down.

"FUCK, HIS COCK IS SOO~ GOOD!" She shouts ceasing her bouncing to wildly grind against Jaune's cock.

Across from her, Weiss moaned as his voice vibrated in her pussy "Bleiss you sow...*Moan*....Get off his it's my turn now!"

The haired girl flipped her twin off with a smirk, "Oh please, you snooze you lose bitch~"

Weiss's face scrunched at her twin's reply, her face red with anger "Why you listen here you....you"

"Ahem"

Looking to who said that, they girls' eyes widen when they saw their mother standing in the doorway, arms crossed with a disappointed expression.

"Oh.....fuck"

"Mother!..."

"Care to explain what you two are doing.." she paused looking at Bleis. a splatter of cloudy fluid covered his ass and leaked from her womanhood. Looking down Willow also saw a bright blue cockring laying on the floor "Bleiss....turn around"

Bleiss had a nervous expression on her face and protested "Oh...but umm.......I'm...uhhh"

Now, Bleiss"

She wanted to protest more but begrudgingly turned around. Willow shook her head upon seeing her daughter's bloated stomach, no doubt allowing Jaune to cum inside her.

"Really dear...." she sighed

"I warned her not to but she wouldn't listen, Mother" Weiss chimed, despite having a bloated stomach as well, albeit small.

Bleiss turned around to face her twin, fury covering her face "YOU FUCKING ASS KISSING!!!!..."

Willow was about to stop their arguing but 2P beat her the punch. The android grabbed the duo by their arms and roughly pulled them to their feet. Their stomachs emptying themselves of cum now that they're unplugged, the cloudy white fluid forming into lakes on the floor. From the bed, Jaune sat up coughing, his throat full of his own cum from Weiss sitting on his face.

"Jaune" Willow called out calmly. The blonde looked in her direction for his orders "Go clean yourself up and wait for me in a quarters please, I'll be along to talk with you shortly"

He nodded and made his way towards the door, passed Willow, and into the hallway, leaving his clothes behind. She bit her lip as he passed. Over the years, He's grown into a handsome man. He was well built, still very tall almost 7 feet, and had a decent amount of muscle on his frame. His hair had grown long enough to reach his shoulders. He also had some stumble growing that made him look a bit more mature. She could understand why her daughters risked pregnancy with that stud. Not letting herself be led astray, she turned back to her daughters, disappointed and overall just tired of their shenanigans.

"You too are to be attending two of the best huntsman academies in the kingdoms and yet you risk getting pregnant before you even graduate? You know Jaune's sperm is highly potent" She sighed and turned to leave, giving 2P one small task. "2P, please make sure these too are cleaned and dressed. Also, inform Klein that they are not to have any desserts for a week"

"What!"

"Bullshit"

"Make that two weeks"

Hours later, in Willow's bedroom

A muted groan escaped Jaune's mouth as he squirmed on the soft mattress. On his lap sat a half-naked Willow, her blouse torn open, skirt hiked up to her waist, and pantyhose ripped with her panties moved to the side. Her stomach was bloated with cum with small streams leaking from her stuffed pussy. Her left hand was raised in the air holding a syringe of pink fluid while her right used Jaune's chest for balance.

"Your taking to the aphrodisiac nicely" she cooed as she gently rolled her hips on his cock. "I can feel your balls churning with cum~"

"Mistress...I....need to.....BREED" he growled dangerously, his eyes had a feral look in them

She gently kissed his lips and looked into his dull blue eyes, bringing him back to his senses for a moment. whispering huskily"Then breed me~"

Willow gasped as he thrusted his impossibly large cock inside her. He was already skewering her womb from just that one thrust. She hardly had time to process anything before he trusted again then again before fully pistoning his hips inside her. She watched his face twist and contort into a feral expression, his pupils' mere slits in an ocean of blue. She watched him open his and lean to her right, groaning as she felt him nibble on her shoulder. All the while her trusted into here cunt like a dog in heat.

"Oh...Jaune your...AHH!!!"

Willow gasped as Jaune bit hard into her skin, though not enough to draw blood. It was sudden, but a welcome surprise from the faunus. But when she felt him increase the force in his mouth, she began to feel a bit afraid, but even more aroused.

"Jaune...Not so rough" she chuckled, only to be met with animalistic grunts from the faunus. Her smile faltered as felt him biting hard, his teeth threatening to break skin. "that's enough, Jaune"

He didn't reply instead applying more force.

"Jaune....That's Enough"

Still no response.

"Jaune..." she called with more authority "I said that's enough...."

Willow lost all thought in that moment. He had broken through her skin resulting in streams of blood to flow from her shoulder. All according to plan

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP

"AHH...BREED ME YOU FUCKING ANIMAL!!!" she cried. Ignore the pain from having her snatch destroyed by his massive cock.

The faunus man obeyed his mistress's request, never stopping his thrusts for a moment. His mind clouded with only one thought, Breed. His cock stretched her vaginal walls as he pushed in and out, occasionally scrapping out leftover bits of cum from earlier. His balls churned with more of the life-giving seed, eager to release it inside of Willow's battered womb.

the matriarch moaned loudly as she felt herself getting dominated by the faunus. It wasn't the first time he ravaged her form, in fact, it was a near-weekly occurrence. Ever since the "tragic" death of her husband, she along with her daughters had been using Jaune for sexual relief. And he was leagues better than Jacques ever was. After their first rendevous, the night of Jacques's death, she secretly had a special aphrodisiac that would make him into a horny beast hell-bent of breeding. Sure it left her sore for weeks, but it was well worth it to feel his seed swimming inside her.

"PUMP ME FULL OF YOUR SEED" She screamed, "MAKE ME HAVE ANOTHER PUPPY"

He was more than happy to oblige, his cock twitched and pulsed as he felt his climax rapidly approach. With a mighty grunt he shoved himself deep into her pussy and release a torrent of cum inside her womb, never stopping his thrusts as his seed flooded her womb. Willow's eyes rolled back in her head, moaning loudly as she came alongside her lover, their juices mixing inside her cunt. Even though it was a safe day, there was no way she wouldn't be impregnated afterward, though it wasn't the first time. She moaned contently, knowing he was nowhere close to being done. Sure Winter wouldn't mind if she stole her lover's seed.

Atlas Military base, Winter's quarter.

Winter screamed into her hand as she came. She laid on her bed with her other hand inside her pants, rapidly pumping her fingers inside her drooling snatch. She could hardly wait to visit Schnee Manor and reunite with Jaune. Ever since he entered her life, living had been much better than what it used to be. Especially since the death of her bastard father. That was the day she finally gave herself to I'm. Pinning him to her bed she rode him like a horse forcing every drop of sperm from him til she looked pregnant.

*Jaune....*she thought as she rode out the last seconds of her orgasm.

She wanted him to com with her, but he declined, saying he was nothing more than a guard for the Schnee family, and she needed him no longer. It broke her heart to hear him say those words, but she knew he wanted her to walk her own path. Though she made sure to return home to see him whenever she could. She knew her mother and sisters would use him too, but she knew he longed to her.

*I will make you mine* she thought as she pulled the covers over her *You'll see*

with that last promise, she fell asleep. Dreaming of when her knight slew the foul beast that imprisoned her.

He truly was a good boy.

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Sent by @dumbawesomev69

Hope you like it.

Also it is implied that jaune killed Jacques

[hwsing]

hi oh my god that giving head post was something else. if you’ve got the motivation to write, i’d love to see a 2p version if the characters/one with russia, germany, prussia, and romano

giving head pt. 2

warnings/notes: 18+, reader is afab and gender neutral. includes: russia (ivan braginsky), germany (ludwig beilschmidt), and s. italy (lovino vargas). as always, reblogs are appreciated. also, glad you enjoyed the last one! <3

☆ ivan braginsky

ivan can seem a bit reluctant about sexual things at times, but not out of a desire to not partake. in reality, he’s simply unused to intimacy — even if he isn’t a virgin, he can’t help but feel like he’s lacking in experience. this doesn’t get him down, though; he sees it as a learning opportunity, yeah? he’ll encourage you to be vocal about how he makes you feel, and even ask you unintentionally embarrassing questions.

he’ll look up at you from where he was between your legs, sucking on your clit and watching as you tilt your head back in pleasure; he’ll stop to ask if you like that, and he’ll chuckle softly against your cunt as you usher his face back into your cunt. he’s quite patient when it comes to this — even if it takes you nearly an hour to get off, he doesn’t mind. he’ll stay for as long as you want, really; he’s just happy to be wanted.

remember what doja said about big noses? yeah… when he tongue fucks your hole, his nose will absolutely rub against your throbbing clit, offering rough and uncoordinated stimulation to the bud. when he realizes this is happening, he’s quick to practically nuzzle into your cunt, licking up and against the walls of your pussy. he’s gonna be eating you out like a starved man, be warned — over stimulation should be expected, really… when you cling desperately to the bed and mewl about how it’s s’much, it makes him feel so proud of himself — he has to keep going, all the way until you’re twitching and crying.

☆ ludwig beilschmidt

ludwig doesn’t seem reluctant in the same way that ivan does — no, ludwig is just straight up nervous. at first, he’s practically sweating as hes lowering his face to your cunt, and he swears his mouth goes dry and he feels almost light headed while looking at your glistening folds. he is so ridiculously horny, and he feels like a stupid teenager seeing a pussy for the first time — he nearly groans against your cunt the first time he gets a taste, and it’s almost like he’s on autopilot as he wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you closer.

now, ludwig is the type that is pretty worried about how much you’re enjoying yourself, if he’s making you feel good, etc — and so, he’ll brace through his fears. more often than not, he’s gonna incorporate his hands — let him tie you up so that you’re at complete mercy to him, leaning back to spit on your cunt as he fingers you, watching the glob roll down to your tight ass. his head’s gonna come down to blow on your clit, feeling his cock twitch as you whine out, before latching his lips around your bud while he continues to finger you. your clit is going to feel nearly bruised after from how much he sucks on your clit; he gets way too into this, honestly. he gets off so much from doing this to you and hearing all your reactions, that you should’ve be surprised if he creams his pants during the act.

oh — he’s definitely curious about using toys. if you don’t own any, and he doesn’t, expect him to buy some. it doesn’t have to be anything totally out there, but he wants to at least try a strong vibrator on your clit as his tongue and fingers work on your holes (yes, plural). the thought of you tied up and unable to do anything but squirm while he makes you see stars… it keeps him up at night, he wants to soooo bad please let him. he’s just a closeted pervert.

☆ lovino vargas

this man is so good at this it’s unfunny. he really, really, really wants— no, needs to impress you. he literally has to blow your mind or else he will simply be forced to pass away. with that in mind… expect him to kiss up your leg, holding your gaze as he spreads your thighs — if you hitch, gasp, blush, or have genuinely any sort of reaction, it’s like points added to his confidence and ego. it reassures him that hey, he’s actually making you happy — and so, he’s wonderfully generous. you’ll feel his calloused hands caress and grop your thighs and ass softly as he kisses up to your cunt, before licking up your folds.

lovino has experience. he knows his way around a lovers body — he doesn’t rush things, no, he takes his time. he appreciates how you taste, the way your spine arches into his touch, the sounds of pleasure you make; his tongue will swirl around your sensitive bud that’s aching from his teasing, and he gets fight off the grin tugging at his plump lips as you whine. making you feel good makes him feel good — it’s a mutual exchange, really.

he’s not necessarily going to go out of his way to overstimulate you, but there really are times when he’ll rest his head against your thigh and look up at you pleadingly after you pulled him off your cunt by his hair. he’ll ask you for just one more — he’s gonna follow it up with some sickeningly sweet words, too, telling you all about how good you taste and how much he loves your cunt, how much he craves it — when you cave, he’s eager to get back into your cunt, greedily licking up all your juices. although, he will get horribly flustered if you praise him, and he’ll grumble about how you’re distracting him.

[unhetalia]

my 2ptalia headcanon is that while everyone else's counterpart are just doubles in a 90 degree angle, alfred's counterpart is not his double at all. it's just... a completely different guy. jake (2p america) isn't even matt's (2p canada) brother.

when the two universes meet, no one quite understands. the two aren't similar in any way. jake is 6'3 to alfred's 5'11, with dark brown hair and disconcertingly red eyes. he has an eyebrow and a tongue piercing, and he is an asshole of epic proportions. he enters a room and offends everyone there. he doesn't smile so much as smirk or leer or bare his teeth. if alfred was the hero, jake was the villain.

yet jake loves animals, and hasn't eaten meat in a hundred years. he lets little old ladies bully him and reminisce about how much he reminds them of their long dead husbands. he loves turning his face towards the sun and basking in its warmth.

that last part is likely why, when their worlds collide, he can't help but be in awe of the other world's america, who seems like sunshine personified. who smiles easily and lets insults roll off him without any need to cause a fuss. when the nations of both worlds wonder why their americas are so different, alfred only grins and says that he's just one of a kind! before winking at jake with exaggerated flare.

jake is helpless to stop himself from returning america's grin, even as he can feel the shocked stares of his fellow nations.

while everyone else obsesses with returning them to their own world, jake obsesses over alfred. of course, he doesn't expect that world's england - four inches shorter and dressed like a perfect gentleman - to corner him in a dark hallway with a sword to his throat and demand he stay away from his america.

it takes him three hours to shake off the... trepidation... from that encounter - their england isn't nearly as violent OR as invested in his safety. still, that england really has no right trying to warn jake away from alfred, right? he's pretty sure even in this universe, america is no longer under british rule.

(boy, is jake totally wrong about that.)

[ask2ps]

2p Italy and 1p England would be besties. I can see they shit talking people and being a general menace/chaotic evil together. You can see it as ship if you want to, but I like to see it as platonic/found family. Two chaotic evil creatures bonding over the fact that they’re both menaces to society.

/lh /nay

You know, since 2P!Italy goes into the 1P world first, he and 1P!England actually have a LOT of time to interact!

As my mind turns, I consider the following:

Arthur is definitely amused at first by "Feliciano" suddenly acting kind of different. They've never been particularly close, because Feliciano's... (gestures) er, joviality doesn't really settle well with Arthur. He'd appreciate the change of pace with 2P!Italy. Misery loves company, and 2P!Italy is nothing if not miserable.

Of course, it couldn't be too obvious: a fun part of the 2P!Takeover to me is that (with some poor actor exceptions hem hem PRUSSIA hem hem) it's hard to tell who has been taken over and who hasn't. Really fuels into the paranoia later.

In the beginning, I could see them being pals for sure. But I also consider both of them too closed-off and distrusting to really get close to one another. For the following reasons:

2P!England is sure to let each and every nation know that the 1Ps are, like, totally evil** and whatnot. So 2P!Italy isn't interested in getting too attached to "England's Evil Twin." (you see, of course, the joke is that, actually, Oliver is evil or something?) 2P!Italy regards everything that the 1P's do with quiet scrutiny... (except for 1P!Romano, of course, but that's for later.)

2P!Italy also isn't really excited on getting attached to someone who is going to cease to exist soon, overwritten by his ACTUAL Good Friend England. (Yeah, I imagine 2P!Italy and 2P!England are friends. And as we've seen, 2P!England is kind of jealous of his counterpart, and 2P!Italy knows not to get too close for that reason.)

On the other hand, while England initially takes "Feliciano's" changes in stride, that's only because he's the first. When it happens again, and again, and again-- and it finally occurs to the 1Ps that hey maybe something weird is happening? -- it quits being endearing and starts being frightening. So. Friendship over. Not that it ever truly began. For reasons not even related to the 2P!Takeover, he's just a grumpy old man with trust issues and a lot of self loathing. He didn't trust "Feliciano" when he was too nice, why would he trust him when he's getting a sudden mean streak?

TLDR: They could definitely be chaotic friends. In another universe, that friendship might even have some truth to it. But with the circumstances being what they are (2P!Italy is possessing Feliciano's body to help with a plan that will result in Arthur's eventual "death," and on some level Arthur is aware that something is wrong with "Feliciano,") the fun doesn't last long. A very interesting thought nonetheless, and a little bittersweet. Thank you Anon!

[hetalian-veteran]

You want to know what I think is one of the craziest bits of fanon in the Hetalia fandom?

The existence of the 2p! characters. Or rather what we did with them. Here's what I mean.

The 2p! characters started off as recolored drawings of the main characters by Himaruya, where he also created gender-bent designs of the main cast, along with alternate coloring. He allegedly joked and said that they looked like they could be part of an evil organization or something.

He also did some possible alternate sketches of some of the other characters but never finalized them. These characters started to be called 2p! characters, as in "second player", like in a video game.

But what's truly insane and all-around amazing is what the fandom did with this information. Because we didn't just sit down, look at the drawings, churn out a few fanarts, and go along our merry way.

Oh goodness no...

We took these sketches by Himaruya and ran with them.

Next thing you know, the fandom began creating their own versions of the 2p! characters, even taking the gender-bent recolors and swapping their genders back to better resemble the main cast, but not exactly. We even created personalities for each and every one of them. While there are common personality traits shared by many of them, they are also incredibly unique with their own personality traits and quirks.

And the personalities we've given to each character were done by the fandom largely agreeing on certain information. Some examples are...

2p!America is a vegan, animal-loving delinquent.

2p!France is a clinically depressed smoker and alcoholic who believes love is fake.

2p!Italy has the persona of a mafia boss and is lowkey a sadist.

2p!England is a happy-go-lucky baker who makes sweets that may or may not contain human remains.

And the list goes on and on. We've made our own designs and personalities that the fandom largely has agreed upon, and these alternate versions of the characters are so dang popular that they might as well have their own fandom. Which, to be honest, they do.

They're so popular that they even have their own fanarts, fanfictions, cosplays, etc.

The Hetalia fandom literally went off and created its own sub-fandom. And this isn't the only sub-fandom that's branched off of the main Hetalia fandom. There's plenty more out there. The reason the 2p! characters are so wild to me is because the fandom really did take a handful of official and unofficial drawings with no canonical ties and went off to the races with them.

I'll probably go over different parts of Hetalia fanon and the sub-fandoms that branched off of Hetalia, but I needed to talk about the 2p!s, because their existence is just wild to me.

And I love them.

[yan-heta]

YANDERE 2P FRANCE ALPHABET (OLD)

★ NOTE ;;

— As I have previously stated in my last post, I may or may not write this depending on someone's request. The writing style also changes on newer requests.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

2p france was never the type to be inclined to affection. After all, love is a hoax in his eyes, a mere illusion to the passerby’s near his lone apartment. It was utterly useless to love one person for your whole life, when chances are, they would cheat, lie, break you into pieces. That is all love to him. He would give you your space, but that must not mean he would not try to touch you nor would his eyes drift elsewhere that is not you. You are, indeed, the only source of entertainment he has in this cruel world. Gentle touches on your shoulders, waist, and maybe even laying in your lap. If you were willing, he would be sleeping beside you, the scent of smoke and cheap liquor, arms encasing you as you’re used as a pillow. Must you be sensitive over the smell of smoke, he would try to tone it down only in a mere scale. Your personal bubble of privacy sure must be big, but again, you are always being watched by the man.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He’s quite lax at certain situations, accustomed to crime, having the knowledge of how to assess the situation and quickly eradicating anyone who try and mess the situation up, as he is a crime-lord himself, but he chooses not to, as his presence enough is intimidating for one’s eyes. Of course, he may seem lazy, but once you show unease towards one person, the 2p would willingly take his bottle and bash it in the “perpetrator’s” head, even if they all but asked your number or similarly, seem like they show signs of “feigning” interest upon you. The world is cruel, France is one of them, but he wants his lover sanguine after eradicating those pesky insects. The possibilities are low, though, as you are always couped up in his apartment.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Unlike those he has slept with, he is actually quite reassuring with you (never once showing domestic cruelty, feeding you enough, soft touches), albeit emitting a negative atmosphere. At first, he is incapable of being trusted as he has cheated on his past ‘lovers’, but once you notice the pattern that he has never reeked of anything but his perfume, it is him genuine with his promises of never touching women, nor men. Not with you filling the hole of loneliness he has endured every night.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

You would have your boundaries respected (2p France is one of those who aren’t delusional (2p England) at all). The country would, though- sometimes on drunks nights - force you to cuddle. He needs to rid of his headache after the failed meetings, and you are his source of rehabilitation.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Silence is a friend of his, even-so, he has never told anyone of his struggles; a simple nuisance in his eyes. Nevertheless, once you expose more of your heart to him, the more he would be open to talk of what possibly drags him down the deep depths of seclusion. He won’t immediately state the problems, but subtly shows signs that you could pick off once the wall that separate his heart slowly breaks.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Questioning; an eyebrow raised while he puffs his cigarettes, an interrogating glint in his eyes. There is no chance of you breaking free, unless you want to encounter people who were more on the spectrum of not caring and would hurt you. He won’t be hurt, albeit a little, by your display of fiery attitude, and would actually leave you alone in your room if you want him to. But he’d warn: if you escape, you’re going to regret meeting his other friends, who by far are worse, and he genuinely wants to protect you from those imbeciles.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He has no time for silly games, they’re all an inconvenience. If you escape, he’ll be sighing, tsking at your ludicrous decisions, but he won’t criticize you for it. More of a “not mad, but disappointed”. Once he has you back in your arms, he grumbles, the silence overtaking the apartment. You’ll be once again in your bed he shares with you, and he would leave you some time to contemplate what you did.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

The time where he has shown violence, not towards you, but to a man flirting with you whilst you two were out together. He can’t let you out of his sight, in fear you would escape, so he told you to stay by his side with a scowl etched on his face directed at the man. You’re gripping at his left elbow, using it as a cover, because the sight was that unruly. The man who flirted, now having glass shards impaling his skin while the 2p talks normally, yet threateningly with vulgar language, of how he enjoys hearing and seeing the cries of the man. In the end, all that's left is a battered and bruised body while you’re crying, but he promises he would not do what he has done to you, but that doesn’t make you feel better, it makes the fear that he would do it to you, too.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Just peace and quite. Francois is not a man of dreams, ambitions taking too much energy. All he wishes from you is to submit, no expectations that would take too much time. Does not intend to show you off with his co-workers, blasphemy, they’ll just fall what was is his.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He would, once you show the slightest interest on any one of the 2p’s, heaven forbid, especially Oliver. But he would not lash out on you, but glare at whoever is receiving your attention, a silent threat that guarantees he would harm them. Though, if a stranger flirts with you, then he would only see red, not a hint of jealousy (unless again, you show interest) as he is aware of their intentions to harm you. Never would he lash out on you.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Tender affection. Even if he were to reek of alcohol and cigarettes, he would be beside you on your bed together and you’ll be sitting in his lap as you are his source of comfort after a stressing day. At first, he would be drunk of sorrow when you weren’t there, but now he has someone to come home to.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Offers to spend dates in not too crowded spaces. At a place where it is only solitude and it’s only you and him. You could cook for him if you wish to, and he would be furthermore in love.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Yes. For you, he is more vulnerable and transparent with his emotions. By grunts, movements- you could immediately know of how he feels. Hugging you tighter means all he wants is to rest with you and have his fill of dopamine. The more he grunts mean he’s either overworked, or he like your efforts on helping him out, depends on what emotion is etched on his eyes.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

No punishing, nor threats. He’ll try to change for you, and towards you only. And gaining your trust is a crucial part. You’ll feel conflicting emotions around him because of how he acts. Though sometimes his silence alone at your failed attempts at escape acts enough as a punishment.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Only freedom. He would give you decent meals, clothes, space, etc. You would basically live like you’re quarantined. Yet, you could still go outside with the company of 2p France once you promise to not escape.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Very patient. Again, he is the most humane of yanderes compared to others. So mental will is always given to you, and you actually do have a choice like what you eat, what you wear, what you want from him. Tell him that you want more time to trust him, then he would grant that promise. After all, the only time he act of impulse is by kidnapping you, and harming those who fancy you.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No. It took years falling for you, it would take longer to move on. He would be nearly dysfunctional, drowning in guilt, if you were to die.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Abducting you? He’s quite guilty a bit. Let you go? Probably not. Going outside with him by your side is the most of what you would have if you really need that fresh air, but you are to stay at his apartment with only a bit of restraints.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

A bit of curiosity and his past. He was known as someone who slept with people without regard for emotions, once he heeds the slightest bit of entertainment for you, would he question himself. That, in turn, would lead him spending more time with you, because damn, you’re somewhat making him experience the stage of falling in love.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Silent guilt. He would attempt cheering you up (though, he is quite horrible at talking) by letting you cry on his shoulders if you were using him as a comfort even if he is your abductor. He would not talk, just sit by your side to let you cry out every tear 'til you feel slightly better. Not call you overdramatic as you are vulnerable.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Not too keen on harming you. He’s self-aware, he knows of how the mind works, and to be frank, he won’t break you for cruel pleasure if in the end is someone broken. The most normal of the bunch even if he were heartless.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Nothing emotionally could make you exploit him. He knows you after years pining after you, and because he has spent time with people who has manipulated before, his co-workers. So any dire actions of you planning to escape him by mental or emotional advantage would be thrown out the windows. The only chance of escape you have is by just possibly jumping off the apartment windows, overall physical ways.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

No, not even bruises would please him. His grip on you would be lenient, even mentally hurting (albeit showing you his actions of violence that one time) you is a huge no for him. He is not a hypocrite, he does not want you to hurt him, so he would not to you. The 2p is self-aware, observant of how you act. If you were to ever slightly show your affections towards him, then he would not toy with it.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He won’t go too far to overwhelm you with his company. He’ll show you worship if you want to, affection if that is your choice. But is mostly silent with his display of love. To win you over, for him, is to slowly decline his habits.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Falling in love, for the 2p, is like waiting for the “real” Santa to visit your house. He would not immediately fall in love with you. Love at first sight is nothing but a saying. What he would fall for is how you act towards him, yet it takes quite some time to gain his trust, about one to three years before completely snapping. Once he is certain you are the one, the kidnapping process would be an impulse for him.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

No. He would knew of the consequences if you were to break. You’ll lose your trust at him, he does not want that. Instead, he would try to exhibit a more mellow side of his to you. To indicate that, yes, you could trust him, he would not harm you.

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

I am not exactly sure if your request are open or this account is abandoned because I don't wanna bother.. But how do 2p Prussia, 2p America, 2p Italy, 2p Canada to their darling s/o walking around, talking by themselves and running around when their alone, especially listening to music and do that.. People usually called it maladaptive daydreaming?.. And I again I'm sorry if I bother you

+ This comment: Oh if you don't know maladaptive daydreaming.. You can search it on google, maladaptive daydreaming is usually caused by mental health issue

Ah! I’ve heard of this, and I relate to a lot of the symptoms. Honestly, the process helps me with a lot of my writing, but I’ve never really had it overtake my life.

And you’re no bother hun! Also, as long as the ask box is open you can submit until your heart’s content (this goes for everyone!). Adult life sometimes makes it hard to be consistent with my writing. Even though life’s made it tough, it just takes longer than I thought. Which I am sure we all understand.

Also, if you ever want, you are welcome to ask me questions, or just check in on my status. I don’t consider them the same as a request/ask. Honestly, I’ve always wondered if I should share the menu of questions. Like the ones of lists where people request a number/shape/phrase from a menu of questions and the author answers them.

Note: (F/Br) = Favorite Brand

Anyways on to the event~

(Y/N)’s head rocked to unheard music as she moved through the house. A large basket, full of dirty clothes, was in hand as she muttered to herself. Like a plane on autopilot, her legs took the barefoot woman down the hidden, wooden stairs toward the basement.

With her mind lost to the clouds, she was unaware of the encroaching shadows. One that slunk along her walls and blended in with her home’s hidden corners.

The man’s ears were perked, eager to pick up on her muttering as he remained out of sight; but as he tried to make out each, exact word, all he could do was scrunch his face in confusion. She was uttering pure nonsense. Curiosity continued to knock at his brain, as he realized the muttering and occasional grunt sounded like someone in a fight. Part of him wondered if she hated laundry. Or was she somehow hurt, that a mere load of laundry caused her body to ache so, maybe she was complaining about that event? Perhaps, during the hours he had left her, someone said something to piss her off and to alleviate the feeling of failure she was repeating the moment but with her winning?

Brushing off the momentary flare of anger at the possibility of something going wrong, he decided to stalk closer. His presence unnoticed as he fell in line with the darkness to follow the woman further into the unfinished basement.

Remaining between the darken beams of an empty corner room, the man watched as she bounced past the laundry room. He choked down the chuckle that threatened to bubble out as she seemed to forget what chore she was doing. He watched as her quirked lips and blink of confusion reminded him of a puppy denied a bone via a simple magic trick. But after a moment she stepped backwards and moved inside to complete the chore.

For hours, he watched from the dark places of (Y/N)’s home as she continued in what he could only call her own wonderland. Little sounds and words came from her as she auto piloted her way through the evening. Each of her movements could only be described as light and spacey. 

Soon enough, (Y/N) had finished her day. Her head hitting the cold pillow and slowly giving up consciousness in return for a more vivid fantasy as she cuddled her blanket close.

As her breath settled into sleep’s pattern. The man left the shadows and stood over (Y/N). He looked down, his eyes softened by worry as he brushed away her hair.

The whole day. She had not noticed him once. Not even reacting to the feeling of his eyes tracing her form.

Oh, what to do with her.

HIS.

SWEET.

LITTLE.

OBLIVIOUS.

ALICE.

Prussia: Once again, (Y/N) moved on autopilot. Her mind lost to wonderland as she cleaned the front room windows. A dance to step as her inner adventure rose closer to its climax. Ignorant of the eyes on the outside.

 “Another day, another fantasy”. thought Wilhelm as he watched her from his dark Audi. His thumb tapped along the steering wheel as he bobbed to her beat. Waiting for her.

Waiting for the next point of her set schedule. The subconscious pattern he had identified weeks earlier. The key to bringing Maus home was a simple afternoon walk.

His cornflower orbs flitted to the car clock. The neon numbers changed to fourteen hundred. At its brief flicker, to signify the change of the hour, Wilhelm looked back to the house.

(Y/N) opened the white door, and Wilhelm felt his heart stop. Her beauty alone froze the breath within his lungs.

The summer sun reflected off her (H/C) locks and the (F/C) headphones helped create a beautiful halo. Her eyes were refreshing pools of (E/C) that offered relief from the ruthless heat. The baggy, mesh, basketball shorts and simple graphic tee made her seem like an angel failing to blend in with mortals.

To view her so openly felt like a sin. But Wilhelm couldn’t ignore the serpent’s call. Not when the house had been prepared, and the wedding planning was in the final stages.

No, he thought as she walked past his car. Not when her mental wonderings made it so easy for him to snatch her away.

He opened the car door. Following the distracted woman down the suburban running trail.

Not when he could make his own daydreams a reality.

America: Over the next few weeks, (Y/N)’s mind continued its wandering. Those mental walks felt like a summer, sun-dappled path as she made her way through the elaborate stories. After all, they prevented a dull moment and allowed her to complete her days and tasks while tranced.

It was perfect.

If only you didn’t ask Allen.

On each visit to her home, he was ignored. His presence was treated as nothing more than a fly on the wall. Allen would agree that it was nice, it allowed him to get closer. To be bolder in his actions.

Even with all he learned and all he was able to do, it wasn’t enough. The information lacked intimacy. The kind where Allen could slide into (Y/N)’s life. To build a bond that would take them from friends to a couple, and finally end with marriage.

Just him and her. Forever.

If she wasn’t so damn lost within her own mind.

The process of focusing her hazy eyes on him would take too long if he went the organic route. No, he wanted her attention.

And.

He.

Wanted.

It.

Now.

Italy: The grocery store bustled with life as (Y/N) pushed her cart forward. Her lazy stride as her upper body leaned on the cart handle. Her eyes felt that the world was so distant as she glanced along the shelves like her dedication to the dream prevented the world from coming into focus.

A sudden crash of zincified steel and a punch to the gut caused (Y/N) to choke as her lungs struggled to regain their air and her stomach to keep its contents down.

A groan mumbled its way through (Y/N)’s clenched lips as her mind caught up with reality. She had been wondering about the snack aisle for chips, but at its lack of (F/Br) and at her mental moment of failure, she decided to check the next aisle in case they were moved. Initially, there was no one at the aisle’s end that (Y/N) had seen, so she exited. But, like a teen driver with a brand-new cellphone, her glance up was not long enough.

“Non ci posso credere!”, came from the owner of the hand that was now rubbing her back. His gentle touch helped calm her body’s panic as she looked back at him.

(E/C) widened as a heavy blush warmed her cheeks.

He was handsome.

His copper hair that had the smallest hints of crimson in the highlights the shone like bloody pennies in the florescent lights. His eyes were the deepest pools of maroon that pulled at her brain like a siren’s song. A sharp nose that complimented the soft smile that crinkled the corners of his beautiful eyes.

Yet, her brain couldn’t ignore that something was off. Was it in the way he looked at her? Or the gentle, but tight grip on her arm? Either way, it made (Y/N) feel like she was viewing a shadow from above the water’s surface. That underneath lay a predator in wait, urging her to jump in. To embr-.

“Tesoro?” The man interrupted. “Are you alright?”

She ummed with a nodded as she scurried to collect her cart and stand straight. A stuttered “Yes” as she began to turn her cart away and after a silent moment of staring, an “I’m sorry” as her steps led her away from the attractive Italian.

(Y/N) should have looked back.

Because Luciano stepped forward. His voice was soft as he called for her to look back. It had enough power that only (Y/N) should have turned to look at him. To bless him with another conversation. To give him his anchor point into her life.

She should not have let her dreams dull her senses as her wondering took her around the aisle’s corner.

Because he frowned. A frown so deep that the creases pulled his lips downward. She was lost again. Not even thirty seconds after bruising her gut. Not allowing him the chance to smooth over the pain with the promise of pleasure.

Being ignored burned him. A blaze that flittered like black flames from his heart to his head with horrible ideas.

Ideas that concluded this ‘dream-walking’ could be trained out. Or at least, change them. Maybe, dreams that were filled with only him, could be a better anchor. Even if they would quickly become nightmares.  

Canada: Large shelves were covered in books. Each varied in thickness, texture, color, and quality, but with one thing in common. They were all blank.

Matt’s scuffed hand reached for a leather bound, brown journal. He turned it over in his hands before flipping through the pages. It seemed sturdy. A book that could handle a lot of pages turning, folding, and writing, but he grimaced. Its paper was rated for matte, which was the standard.

“No.” He muttered. “It’s too light.”

His boot-clad feet carried him further into the book aisle of the art store. As he approached the end, his lilac eyes were drawn downward to a small, black book on the bottom shelf.

Gently, Matt picked it up. His hands carded through the paper and looked over its binding. This one was a lot stronger than the last. Pausing at the book’s middle he noted that it’s pages were tightly bound with glue and white tread that released the smell of glue as he closed it with a small slam.

‘One final thing’, he thought as he flipped the book over for it’s specs.

Hot Pressed Watercolor

‘Finally,’ He sighed as he tucked the book under his arm. ‘Now, all I have to do is finish her studio.’

With a nearly, unnoticeable pop in his step, Matt left the store.

After all, with one more thing checked off his list.

That meant he was one item closer to bringing (Y/N) home.

One more thing closer to a happy home with children.

And after all, (Y/N)’s dreams could mean happier children. All he has to do is encourage her to record.

[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.