#2p Hetalia Headcanons

[capricorn-writes1]

Hey there! Can I get a headcannon of 2p Germany, Italy, and Japan? I would like to request a crushing headcannon 🥰🥰🥰

LUCIANO VARGAS (Italy), LUTZ BEILSCHMIDT (Germany), and KURO HONDA (Japan) Crushing Headcanons

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Hello there, Anon. I try my best to make the portrayal of their character based on their personality, and I would like to apologize for replying to the ask late because I had horrible carpal tunnel syndrome in my right hand and depression, and I had to focus on finding jobs as well as therapy. Thankfully, I graduated in July from my university and was able to get a quick 6 months of internship before leaving to find a new job.

Warning: None

Gender: Neutral

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LUCIANO VARGAS - 2P North Italy

Luciano isn’t the type to stumble over his words when he flirts with you. His voice is silky smooth, teasing yet laced with a dangerous charm that makes your heart race. He enjoys watching you get flustered

Luciano has a refined taste and expects you to match it, often surprising you with expensive gifts. However, if you ever try to call him out on being ‘sweet,’ he’ll scoff and say it’s just because you need ‘aesthetic improvement.’

He doesn’t outright say, “You’re mine,” but his actions speak for him. His arm will casually rest on the back of your chair when others are around. If someone flirts with you, he’ll step closer, tilt your chin up, and remind you exactly who you belong to with a smirk.

He won’t admit it, but he does his research on what you like. If you mention an artist, expect to find rare pieces from them in your possession. If you like a certain book, he might casually discuss it, pretending he just happened to read it too.

If you ever get mad at him over something trivial, he’ll just smirk and tease you further. But if it’s something serious, his expression darkens, and he’ll actually take the time to listen. Apologizing isn’t his strong suit, but he’ll find another way to make it up to you.

Luciano doesn’t outright brag, but he enjoys impressing you. Whether it’s his cooking, fighting skills, or intelligence, he makes sure you notice his strengths. And if you compliment him? Expect his ego to swell—though he’ll pretend to be nonchalant about it.

He has a habit of calling you names that range from elegant to outright bizarre. “Bella” is a common one, but don’t be surprised if he calls you something odd like “Piccolo Demonio” (little demon) just to get a reaction.

Once Luciano knows you truly belong to him, he’s utterly devoted. He may still tease, smirk, and act smug, but there’s a new depth in his eyes—a silent promise that you’re the only one who matters. And if anyone dares to hurt you? Well, let’s just say they won’t be a problem for much longer.

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You had always known that Luciano Vargas wasn’t the kind of guy you could predict. He was smooth-talking, sharp-eyed, and had a smirk that could either melt you or send shivers down your spine—sometimes both at the same time. But lately, something about him had changed.

The way he looked at you lingered just a little too long, his teasing had taken on a more possessive edge, and he seemed to always be around, whether you noticed him at first or not. It was like he was drawn to you, and you weren’t sure if that should make you nervous or excited.

It wasn’t just his presence, it was the way he was present. He’d lean in close when he spoke, his voice a low murmur near your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. He’d trail his fingers along your wrist under the guise of inspecting your bracelet, his touch barely there but making your heart pound anyway. And when someone else got too close, he didn’t glare or cause a scene.

No, Luciano played his games subtly: an arm draped lazily around your shoulders, a casual “accidental” brush of his fingers against yours, a smirk aimed at whoever dared to think they could have your attention. “You should be more careful,” he murmured one day, twirling the ends of your scarf between his fingers. "Some people might get the wrong idea, cara mia/mio." And his eyes look at you sharply. “And what idea is that?” you challenged, crossing your arms.

Luciano only chuckled, stepping closer until there was barely any space between you. His scent was something warm, rich, and just slightly dangerous and wrapped around you like an invisible trap. “That you belong to someone,” he whispered, tilting your chin up with a single finger.

It wasn’t fair how easily he got under your skin. You had tried teasing him back once, calling him out on his flirtations, but the smug bastard only seemed to enjoy it. Yet, when you had turned the tables, calling him out for being jealous when you laughed a little too long at someone else’s joke, his smirk had faltered just for a second. "You think I’m jealous?” He scoffed, flicking an imaginary speck of dust off his sleeve. “Tsk, tsk, bella/bello. I don’t get jealous. I just don’t like sharing what’s mine.” His fingers had curled around your wrist, holding you just firm enough to make your breath hitch.

The confession had left you speechless. And maybe, deep down, you had already known. The extravagant little gifts he never admitted were for you, the way he paid attention to your favorite things, how his touch was always just enough to remind you he was there. Luciano had long since decided that you were his, even if he hadn’t said it outright.

And maybe, just maybe, you didn’t mind. Because when he pulled you into an unexpected dance one evening, his hand pressing against the small of your back, his smirk was softer than usual. “Relax, tesoro,” he whispered, guiding you effortlessly. “You’ll get used to being in my arms soon enough.” And just like that, you knew you had fallen into his game. The worst part? You were starting to enjoy playing it.

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LUTZ BEILSCHMIDT - 2p Germany

Lutz wants you to think he’s the epitome of coolness. He’ll show off by lifting heavy things, revving his motorcycle unnecessarily, or casually mentioning his "bad boy" reputation. But the second you actually compliment him, he turns red and mutters, “Yeah, well… of course. I am avesome.”

He acts like your personal bodyguard, always standing between you and anyone suspicious. He’ll crack his knuckles and give people the look if they even breathe in your direction the wrong way. The funny thing? Half the time, there’s no danger; he just wants to look tough for you.

Lutz hates it when someone else makes you laugh because that’s his job. He’ll immediately try to one-up them, telling dumb jokes or doing stupid stunts just to make you laugh harder. And if you say he’s funny? Oh, he’s smirking for the rest of the day.

He’s the kind of guy who ruffles your hair, bumps shoulders with you, or casually pulls you into a bear hug. If he really likes you, his arm is probably always around you. And if you lean into it? Yeah, he’s melting inside, but he’ll never admit it.

He has no idea how to shop for crushes, so his gifts are either really cool or comically bad. One time, he got you a sick leather bracelet, perfect. Another time, he got you a knife because “it looked badass,” and you had to remind him you’re not in a gang.

“Babe”, “Hot Stuff", “Sweet Cheeks,” and even “My Tiny Nugget” (if you’re short). He’s constantly testing out new ones just to see your reaction. If you play along and call him a cute nickname? He goes so red but pretends he’s fine.

He acts like the big, strong, untouchable guy, but around you? He’s so weak. He’ll let you braid his hair, mess up his leather jacket, or steal his sunglasses, and he won’t even get mad. The first time you realized this, you knew you owned him.

The second he knows you actually like him back, he’s all in. He’ll still joke around, but his protectiveness and affection reach a whole new level. And if you ever doubt his feelings, he’ll just laugh, pull you into a hug, and say, “Babe, you’re stuck with me now. No take-backs.”

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The first time you noticed something was different about Lutz Beilschmidt, it wasn’t because of anything he said—it was the way he looked at you. Not his usual smirks, not his playful winks, but something deeper, like he was trying to solve a puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out.

You weren’t sure when it started, but lately, his teasing had turned into something warmer. His touches lingered, his arm naturally found its way around your shoulders, and there was an unmistakable gleam in his crimson eyes whenever you so much as smiled at him. “You’re staring,” you muttered, arching a brow as you leaned against the fence outside the park. “Yeah? Can’t help it. You’re kinda my favorite thing to look at, Schatz.” he grinned, nudging his sunglasses down his nose just enough to give you that cocky look

It wasn’t fair, really. Lutz had a way of making the most ridiculous things sound effortlessly cool. And it wasn’t just words—he acted like it, too. Like the time he shoved his leather jacket into your arms when you shivered, muttering, “Wear it, or I’m gonna be mad.”

Or the time he saw some random guy flirting with you and nearly crushed his beer can in half before slinging an arm around you and laughing way too loudly. Not that you minded. You liked this side of him, this mix of tough and stupidly sweet. But he was still Lutz, still the guy who would rather wrestle a bear than talk about feelings seriously.

Which is why, when you brought up the fact that he seemed a little… possessive, he scoffed, arms crossed over his broad chest. “Me? Possessive?” He let out an exaggerated laugh, but his fingers twitched at his sides. “Pffft. Nah. I don’t get jealous. I just-” He paused, giving you a sidelong glance before adding, “—don’t like when people forget their place. That’s all.” He murmurs, but loud enough for you to hear the snip bit of it.

You smirked. “So if I, let’s say, went on a date with someone else—” Lutz grabbed your wrist before you could even finish, his grip firm but careful. “You wouldn’t,” he said, and there was something in his voice, something real. “You wouldn’t do that to me.” His eyes were cold but you could see a flash of lights.

For once, he wasn’t joking. His usual easygoing grin was gone, replaced with something more serious, more raw. It made your chest tighten in a way you didn’t expect. You swallowed, suddenly feeling the weight of the moment. “I wouldn’t,” you admitted softly. “Not if you told me why it would bother you so much.”

Lutz stared at you for a long second before exhaling, running a hand through his hair. Then, with that familiar smirk playing at his lips, he shrugged. “Because, babe,” he said, tapping your nose playfully. “You’re mine. And I don’t do take-backs.”

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KURO HONDA - 2p Japan

Kuro isn’t the type to openly express his feelings at least, not at first. He watches you from the shadows, memorizing the little things you do, like how you tilt your head when you’re thinking. If you ever catch him staring, he simply looks away as if nothing happened.

Rather than confessing outright, he expresses his feelings in small, quiet ways. He’ll leave your favorite snack on your desk, adjust your scarf when it’s cold, or ensure you get the last cup of tea. He likes to show his care through actions rather than words.

Kuro isn’t naturally touchy, but when you lean against him or hold onto his sleeve, he doesn’t pull away. At first, he pretends it’s annoying, but the way his fingers subtly press back against yours tells a different story. If you hug him? He stands stiff for a moment before awkwardly patting your head.

Kuro won’t make a show of it, but he’s always subtly watching out for you. If you’re walking in a crowded place, he positions himself slightly in front of you. If someone is being rude to you, his voice takes on a cold, sharp edge that sends shivers down their spine.

He can make sharp, teasing comments effortlessly, but the second you flip the script on him, he’s thrown off. If you suddenly call him “cute” or lean in a little too close, his fingers tighten into a fist. “Tch. Don’t play games you can’t win,” he grumbles, looking away but his ears are definitely red.

Despite his cold exterior, Kuro genuinely feels at ease when you’re around. Your presence alone makes the world seem a little quieter, a little less exhausting. Even if you don’t speak, he’s content just sitting beside you, absorbing the warmth of your presence.

Kuro doesn’t smile often, but when he does, it’s breathtaking. It’s always small and fleeting, reserved for moments when you say something particularly amusing or endearing. If you ever catch it, consider yourself incredibly lucky.

The second Kuro realizes you like him back, his devotion is absolute. He won’t be overly clingy, but his actions will make it clear, he’s yours. He’ll stand beside you, defend you, and protect your peace, no matter what.

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Kuro Honda wasn’t the kind of guy who confessed. He wasn’t the kind who blurted out feelings or made a scene. No, he was much too careful for that. Instead, he let his emotions settle in the quiet moments, in the spaces between glances, in the lingering warmth of a jacket draped over your shoulders.

You never heard him say it, but you felt it like the way his gaze always found you in a crowded room, like the way his fingers brushed yours just a little longer than necessary. It started subtly, like all things with Kuro. At first, it was just coincidence like him showing up at the same café you liked, taking the same route home, staying a little longer in places where you were.

But then you noticed how he always seemed to walk on the side closer to the road, how he’d pull you to his other side when passing through a crowd, his hand lightly brushing your lower back before pulling away as if it never happened. “You’re always around,” you commented once, sipping your tea as you looked at him across the table.

He barely lifted his gaze from his book, only giving a quiet hum in response. “You don’t mind,” he said simply, flipping a page. You didn’t mind. If anything, you found yourself looking forward to his presence, to the moments of comfortable silence you shared.

Kuro was different, he never needed to fill the air with unnecessary words. He just existed beside you, but there were times when his actions spoke louder than anything he could have said. Like the day someone had grabbed your wrist a little too roughly at school, and before you could react, Kuro had stepped in.

His grip on the guy’s arm had been tight but not enough to hurt and scream in pain, but enough to make a point. “Let go,” he had said, his voice sharp, eyes cold enough to send shivers down your spine. The guy had immediately backed off, and Kuro had only looked at you once, scanning your face as if to make sure you were okay, before sighing. “People are annoying,” he muttered before walking ahead.

However, when you followed him, you realized he had subtly moved closer, his presence shielding you from any unwanted attention. Not in a suffocating way, but in a way that made it clear: you were his, even if he hadn’t said it yet. And that realization sent a rush of warmth through you.

The confession, when it finally came, was almost anticlimactic. You had been teasing him about something about how he always looked away when you caught him staring, maybe how he reacted whenever you jokingly flirted with him. He had been unusually quiet, staring at the sky, his fingers idly tapping against his sleeve. And then, just like that, he said it. “I like you.” Simple. Uncomplicated. As if he was stating a fact rather than confessing something that had been building for months.

You blinked, taken aback, but the seriousness in his eyes told you he wasn’t joking. Your heartbeat quickened, but instead of fumbling for words, you simply smiled. “Took you long enough.” For the first time in a while, you saw something rare, a small, genuine smile tugging at the corner of his lips. And just like that, the silence between you wasn’t empty anymore.

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[dark-and-kinky-hetalia-scenarios]

Hello! I was hoping if you would be willing to do the 2p Nordics with a very short s/o? NSFW if possible!

Of course! I hope you enjoy this :D fair warning tho I'm tall so I naturally don't have a lot of experience with being short ^^;;;

2p Denmark/Markell Køhler

He likes it a little too much in the wrong way (cough pervert cough)

He thinks that you being tinier than him is cute, and he will make you wear cute stuff and then fuck you in it, the size difference turns him on

2p Finland/Thurston Väinämöinen

He's already short enough as it is and he hates it, thinks it makes him look weak. That also applies to a possible SO, you would ideally be tall and lean so you can defend yourself and fight of course

He likes it in the bedroom kinda, he prefers having power over you, but that's about it, he'd still fuck you regardless of height, he just finds taller people to be better mates

2p Iceland/Erikur Steillson

Also prefers an SO who is shorter than him, so you're in luck, because he definitely enjoys the power trip of having a shorter SO both inside and outside the bedroom

It also makes it much easier to kidnap you and tie you to the bed until you agree to be his. His communication skills are shit, blame Loki for that one. Actually none of them really taught him any of that

2p Norway/Loki Thomassen

He doesn't have a preference for height other than it being close to his own. You can be as short as you like and he'll still kidnap you, force a love potion on you and then treat you like his most precious play thing

A short SO definitely also gets the short end of the stick, as he overpowers them more easily that way, size matters in this case

2p Sweden/Bernard Oxenstierna

His preferences lean towards a shorter SO but it's not really as outspoken as some of the others preferences. Mostly he likes picking up a short SO and swinging you around like in a dance and also because it's easier to move you around during sex if you're small

His yandere tendencies also have him leaning towards shorter people, they are easier to control physically. It's gonna be fun that day a short person absolutely wrecks him because he thinks them a weakling

[1p2p-heta-imagines]

If you want, can we get some headcanons on 2p Axis as vampires taking in a lost mortal during a rainstorm and feeling some butterflies in their stomachs after thinking they’d be over falling in love

2p N. Italy is almost annoyed at it, he thought he'd stop crushing on people like a schoolboy decades ago - especially when his heart stopped beating. He still lets them stay as long as they need, he doesn't want them roaming around in the rain even if he does seem to try to avoid them like the plague. Love isn't his forte.

2p S. Italy is pleased about it, he both misses and adores the feeling of being in love. He invites them in immediately, showing them around and staying close to them while he does so. He makes them food and has dinner with them, literally runs them a bath/shower and tidies a room specifically for them.

2p Germany has never been happier, he's practically bouncing off the walls when he realises that he's falling in love again. He’s obvious about it as well, he can’t hide something to save his life so they now have a very old vampire visibly doting over them.

2p Japan doesn't react much, he assumed something like that would happen sooner or later since life enjoys proving him wrong. He lets them in but doesn’t really do anything special, he acts as if he would with any other mortal that got lost. However, he does let them dry off in his room and borrow some of his clothes since theirs are wet.

[1p2p-heta-suggestives]

 Edging 2p england hc please🙏🙏

(I assume that you meant edging him, if you want it the other way around then feel free to send in another ask and I’ll write that! 🖤)

The whiniest person ever when he’s getting edged, literally panting and begging for it, whimpers whenever they stop. He’ll grab onto anything that he can, rocking his hips in hopes of getting some form of stimulation so he can finally cum - expect drooling and tears since he’s very sensitive when being edged.

He will babble out “thank you”s when they finally let him finish, praising them and leaning his head on their shoulder. He will start crying if they ruin his orgasm, he’s too sensitive to keep going on after that but he desperately want to finish, his mind is an absolute mess, at that point.

[oinkinpigprince]

1p/2p Canada headcanons

1p Canada is kinda mean in his own head lol

He’s the type that’s like “I can totally kick his ass” but then he’s like “umm erm excuse m-m-m-me sir 🥺🥺” when he has to actually talk to someone

Canada is kinda anti social and only really follows america around, a lot. Kinda like how you’ll follow your mom @ a family event, he’ll follow his brother around @ meetings or other places

He also has a major resting bitch face but even so, people just tend to over look him or think it’s just America having a rough day

Canada often comes over to Cuba’s house to cook, he likes making food for people and finds it nice to just come over and have a meal with someone

Bro has like, 5 ppl he considers friends and 2 of them are his brother and his pet bear kumajiro

He does like people watching and tends to sit in cafes alone and just watch how ppl interact w/ each other while he sips his latte

The amount of dirt he has on the other countries is astronomical, you can learn a lot when others don’t even notice your existance

France makes Canada tell him EVERYTHING he hears about everyone

2p Canada on the other hand

Bro has the complete opposite problem lol

He wants to be approached and make friends he’s just fucking WAY SCARY so ppl tend to avoid him so they don’t piss him off, even though he’s a total sweetie

He just forgets he’s not a small little snow mouse but in fact a 6’7 300lbs lumber Jack who can throw a pine tree 50 yards

He has big dog syndrome and forgets he’s big and scary so he thinks he’s ppl just don’t find him interesting

So 2p Canada follows 2p America around to hopefully make friends, but his brother instead makes enemies 😔😔

Once Cuba told him that the reason no one talks to him is because he has a mean face, so he tried putting cute stickers on it to make himself look friendlier

Imagine this gaint man walking around w/ hello kitty and paw patrol stickers across his face

Canada’s my favorite character, both the 2p and the 1p, teehee! What silly fellows

[ari-burr]

I would like to request general headcanons of 2p England, I really enjoyed the recent 2p America one.

~ you got it! hope you enjoy ♡

characters: oliver, allen, matthieu, arthur

summary: 2p england is best england.

Oliver Kirkland 🧁 Gen. Headcanons

Oliver is considered to be the nicer of the 2ps—he's cooperative and leans more towards peaceful resolutions whilst retaining a cheerful disposition! The reasons behind his sweet smiles come from a deeply-rooted principle of ‘the golden rule'.

He chooses to abide by this principle, not because of fear of others, but because, out of most of the 2ps, Oliver is more excitable to violence. If he wanted to, he could hurt everyone around him in the worst of ways.

In his Empire days, he was known to be one of the more violent nations; however, during modern times, Oliver likes to stray away from what he once was. Even if he's significantly tamer than he was in the past, he still holds a slight temper but doesn’t show it off as much as his counterpart. 

Oliver’s relationship with his 1p is a bit strained due to conflicting personalities and interests. While he tries his best to reach a compromise with his counterpart, it usually just ends with Arthur being grumpier than before.

Oliver’s hobbies include reading, knitting, brewing tea, and baking. The latter grew fond of these muses because all of them are soothing by nature. He's the type to stress over things easily, so doing things like baking helps manage his emotions whilst reducing the chances of going into another psychotic episode.

If and when he goes into a psychotic episode, Allen [and sometimes Matthieu] would be tasked to deal with him. During these episodes, Oliver’s violent tendencies would resurface. Having been raised by the Brit, Allen knew how to properly deal with him without hurting him or himself. 

There was one time Oliver’s psychotic episodes were becoming too frequent which forced him to become isolated longer than he’d fancied. He's a social person by nature, and being separated from others was mental torture even if he knew it was the only thing that kept people safe from him.

But even with his struggles, he owns a small bake shop and surprisingly manages the business quite well. But the process of owning a small [yet successful] business along with handling the duties of being a personification is easier said than done.

It took a lot of convincing and compensation for his boss to finally give in but Oliver was happy nonetheless. He reasoned that by opening a bakery, he’d be able to blend in more with the crowd, indulge more time in his hobbies, and ultimately calm his nerves to prevent any lingering stress. 

The way Oliver interacts with his citizens strongly contrasts with how he speaks to fellow countries. When talking to other nations, Oliver tends to be more formal while keeping up his zestful attitude. But if he were to engage in small talk with his customers, he’ll add a little bit more honey to his words. 

It’s known by literally everyone that Oliver has a soft spot for kids. To him, kids are a pleasant reminder of a time when he took care of Allen and Matthieu when they were small. Even now, Oliver still views them as such but doesn’t voice it as he knows it’ll most likely offend them. 

He believes that children are a bit smarter than adults in many ways. The reason is: they're the only ones who can sense that he [and other personifications] aren’t exactly human.

[hetaliaimaginesin2022]

Do you have any hcs for 2p america? they don't even have to be relationship oriented

Oh, I absolutley do

2p!America • Allen Jones | General Headcanons

First and foremost, he has auburn eyes and a strong nose bridge, his curly dark brown hair can be seen with a reddish tint in some lighting and he's around 6'3 (about 190cm), muscle wise, he's not as big as his 1p counterpart, but he is more toned

He also has several piercings which includes an eyebrow piercing, a tongue piercing, snake bites, and several ear piercings

The majority of his wardrobe consists of short sleeved t-shirts, jean and faux leather jackets, cargo pants, dark colored jeans, and combat boots, sometimes he'll wear baseball caps

Even though he has a very rough exterior, being quite sarcastic and ill-tempered, he has a deep love for animals and for the few people that are close to him (even if he doesn't express it)

Partially due to his love of animals, he's vegan, and is unashamed to admit it, going so far as to getting into physical confrontations if someone thinks it makes him "a pussy"

He also has a bad mouth, using profanity liberally, regardless of the circumstance

He is quite flirtatious, though not a romantic in the slightest (think of shitty pickup lines you'd hear in a bar), they land even when they shouldn't because he's so confident and fine

More often than not, he refers to others almost exclusively with nicknames, even if he's just met someone

He has a New York accent and spends the majority of his time there, renting an apartment to live in (he can often be seen smoking on his fire escape at hellish morning hours)

He thinks that driving is "Bullshit and a waste of fuckin' time", so he's gotten incredibly apt at using the subways, and being unphased by the weird things that go on on public transportation (though he has a thing for motorcycles)

On his free time, he enjoys watching American Football, going to bars and clubs (with a fake ID), and running around at night with a few other 2p countries, causing mischief (and light crime)

This is a side note, but he has an interest in reptiles and has a pet kingsnake

[velvet-wishes-candy-dreams]

Fandom's I Write For + Note

So I'm back!! After a much much needed long break, I'm finally back to start writing again! Please, as usual, read the note at the end before requesting along with my blog rules! It is VERY important.

Hetalia

2P!talia

FNAF

Eddsworld/Ellsworld

Boyfriend To Death

Various Yandere Visual Novel Games, Please Feel Free to Ask!

Funamusea/Okegom

Expect the list to be added onto later in the future~

I figured I’d get this out of the way before it happens. I will not, I repeat, will NOT answer any mature or malicious asks for minors. The only time I will answer is if it’s for a sibling or friendship ask, but do not count on that every time. I don’t care if it’s “aged up”, I will delete your ask from my inbox and you will remain either unanswered or blocked if your account is visible.

Another note, I see your asks, those who have been waiting for a response! Those asks getting answered is my priority at the moment! Until they're all answered, I will not get to the newer asks immediately until the old ones are done. If there is an instance where your ask may have gotten lost in time, please feel free to request again! <3

Thank 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.”

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2P!Poland

Trying to mimic the old style, does this looks like it's from 2010-2017?

original quality and without background under the cut

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How long would it take 2p Allie’s to start doing more intimate things, like kissing or cuddling, with their kidnapped darling?

England: Despite his cruelty, Oliver is still a gentleman. Whether or not you knew him before his commitment to act, he will give you time. For him, small touches like hand holding and hugs will be about a month. After that he believes you should be trained enough to reciprocate them. As things get more intimate, Oliver will give more time. A basic kiss, 6 months and then more intense things to a year or so. Though, probably by that point the two of you will be wed.

Canada: Matt’s someone that wants you to give those intimate things freely. So, he’s willing to wait for the most intimate of things, but not the small stuff.

 He will set things up to where those typical, sweet moments between a couple are needed for survival. You sliced your hand somehow, now he gets to hold it. Sure, he put the bandage on yesterday but he’s gotta make sure its healing ok. Now, the heat in the house as gone out and the frost is creeping in, I guess Matt’s your heater for the night.

By the time you realize he’s tricked you into doing those things, you’re already on his lap. Cuddling while he’s talking about his ‘hunts’. The news is showing a story about people missing in the area, and you see your picture and disappearance date on the TV.

Its already been a whole year.

America: If Allen’s able to slide himself into your life before kidnapping, then right away. His hands will never leave your sides. Should you fight against his touch, he’ll mention how just days ago you would lean into him. That seeing his deep feelings shouldn’t change anything (aka a crazy, love/lust fueled rant). If that doesn’t stop you from fighting, then punishments come into play and each one lets him touch you.

If he wasn’t able to make his mark on your life beforehand, then Allen’s gonna give you a couple weeks. A somewhat slow introduction to his touch. But each the slowness doesn’t last long, soon enough it will be the same intensity as if he has always been in your life.

France: François is rather calm about it, but not patient. He will give you a few weeks to adjust and along the way watch to see if you are meeting his ‘goals’.

The first goal is to stop flinching. It starts with simple touches and using his hands to move you along. Over the weeks the goals become more intimate. Soon enough, François can do as he pleases with little resistance.

All he has to work on now is your reciprocation.

Russia: Viktor, and this may be a surprise to some, will be cold toward you at first. He knows as of right now, you live in fear of him and what he will do, so he uses it to his advantage.

Harsh rules and high expectations. Overtime as your behavior molds to what he wants (it takes a couple months to a year depending on how stubborn you are), he starts to bring affection and intimacy into play. Before you know it, you give into every touch and desire it.

Fearful that without it, you’d upset him. That something painful is coming your way.

A perfect way of keeping you close.

China: Jin’s seen all different types of relationships through the centuries. For him, this is just a different type of arranged marriage. The kidnapping is the equivalent of men, to the ancient art of bride stealing. Sure, you fought him and cried but that will settle in time.

Unlike the others, there is no time limit.

Because if he’s the only one you see. Then eventually you’ll seek him out and then he can start to ask for more.

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2p Axis are falling in love?

LUCIANO VARGAS (Italy), LUTZ BEILSCHMIDT (Germany), and KURO HONDA (Japan) Falling in Love Headcanons

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A/N: Hello, Anon! Thank you so much for requesting this headcanon, and I tried my best to give the best portrayal for these guys. I hope you like the final result, and I'm sorry if there might be some OOC characters. I am really sorry, but I have to close the asks because my asks are overflowing, especially in the other account.

Gender: Neutral Warning: None

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LUCIANO VARGAS - 2P North Italy

Luciano is used to flattery and manipulation, so when you act like a normal person around him, it throws him off. You’re not intimidated by his cold stares or sharp words; you just shrug and continue. That quiet defiance makes him curious. Why aren’t you fawning over him like everyone else?

He tests you quite often. Luciano drops dark comments or flirty threats just to see how you'll react. Most people flinch or stammer, but you raise an eyebrow or call him out. He respects that you don't play into fear, and that’s rare.

Luciano doesn’t do PDA, but he always stands close, shoulder brushing yours. His eyes follow anyone who talks to you too long. If someone flirts with you, they mysteriously disappear the next day.

Luciano realizes he's thinking about you too much, and it frustrates him. He curses under his breath when your smile pops into his mind mid-meeting. He’ll blame you for it, half-seriously, but in reality he secretly does not mind.

If someone’s threatening you, you’ll never know. Luciano will deal with it behind the scenes silently and ruthlessly. He keeps his world away from you as much as he can.

Most of his smiles are smirks; they are either cold or teasing. But once in a while, when he’s relaxed with you, it slips out: a real, warm smile. It’s rare, soft, and strangely boyish, like the walls finally came down.

Luciano has his demons, and he knows it. Sometimes, he disappears for a day or two when he feels too dark. It’s his way of protecting you from the worst parts of him.

He’d rather be tortured than admit he’s in love. Luciano hates being vulnerable, especially with feelings. He’ll deny it for weeks—even to himself. But the more time he spends with you, the harder it gets to lie.

Luciano doesn’t believe in happy endings, not for people like him. But when he watches you sleep, he finds himself imagining a life together. Quiet dinners, late-night talks, maybe even kids someday. It terrifies him how much he wants that.

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Luciano Vargas was not the kind of boy anyone called gentle. Sharp words, sharper suits, and a reputation soaked in rumors followed him wherever he walked. People kept their distance, not just because of his cold stare or the silver knife tucked into his coat, but because he seemed untouchable, like a shadow that knew your secrets.

And because of that, when you showed up, all wide-eyed and utterly unimpressed, it cracked something in him. You weren’t afraid. You didn’t flinch when he made a dry remark and didn’t shrink away from his intimidating silence. That annoyed him. And intrigued him. Mostly intrigued.

He started testing you after that. Subtle things at first; sarcastic comments, brush-by smirks, questions laced with double meanings. You met them with eye rolls, light laughter, or clever comebacks that left him speechless. No one ever did that. No one dared. But there you were, poking at the edges of his mask like it wasn’t made of glass and teeth.

He didn’t understand why his chest felt lighter when you smiled. He blamed it on coffee, then on boredom. But neither explained why he couldn’t stop watching you from across the room. Luciano never confessed he liked you. Not in words. He’d shove your favorite snack into your hands with a grumble, lean just a little too close when walking side by side, or flick away someone’s wandering gaze from you with an icy glare.

You noticed the way his fingers brushed yours when he handed you something, how his presence wrapped around you like smoke, comforting yet mysterious. The air always felt different when he was near. And for someone who claimed not to care, he sure acted like you were something worth guarding.

The first time he taught you how to defend yourself, it wasn’t out of casual curiosity. “If someone grabs your wrist like this,” he said when the two of you meet together in the afternoon, gripping you gently but firmly, “You twist like this, quick. Elbow, ribs. Don’t hesitate.” You blinked but followed his movements. It felt more like a dance than a lesson. “Why are you showing me this?” you asked. He looked away, jaw tight and lips pursed together. “Because I won’t always be around. So learn.”

It was one of those late, quiet evenings when it all changed. The sky bled into lavender and smoke outside the window, and he sat beside you, silent, his gaze far away. You thought he’d fallen asleep until you heard him whisper something, his voice low like a secret. “You make it hard to stay cold," you hear his every word.

You didn’t move, didn’t even breathe. But your heart hammered like thunder. Luciano, the boy made of steel and secrets, had just peeled back the first layer and handed it to you. From that night on, things softened. Not by much, but enough. He still cursed under his breath when you teased him and still rolled his eyes when you called him out for being overprotective, but there was a glint in his eye now.

A warmth. He let you see parts of him he didn’t show anyone else: the quiet grief in his silences, the gentle way he fixed your coat without saying a word, and the way his hand lingered on yours just a moment longer each time.

Luciano started talking about his past in fragments: shadows of memories, half-finished stories that he left some as secrets. You listened without judgment, and that seemed to disarm him more than anything. “I’ve done things,” he said in a monotone, his voice dry. “Bad things. You should hate me...but you didn’t."

You reached for his hand instead, squeezing it once, grounding him. And he just stared at you, like he couldn’t believe you were real. It scared him how much he wanted a future with you. Luciano didn’t believe in fairy tales. But sometimes, when you were asleep beside him, he imagined waking up like this forever. Maybe it wasn’t a white picket fence kind of dream, but it was yours and his.

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LUTZ BEILSCHMIDT - 2p Germany

Lutz didn’t realize he liked you at first. It hit him like a truck one day when you laughed too loud and shoved his arm. His usual flirtatious teasing stalled, and for a moment he forgot to smirk. It scared him a little. Not because he wasn’t brave, but because he suddenly cared too much.

He starts hanging around more than usual, giving dumb excuses like 'I was bored' or 'I had beer left over.' But he’s secretly watching over you like a hawk. If anyone messes with you even slightly, he’s suddenly in their face with a charming grin and veiled threats.

Lutz shows affection through actions more than words. He’ll fix that squeaky door hinge, patch your broken phone case, or carry your stuff without being asked.

He sends you chaotic texts at 3AM like: “Hey, do you think vampires need dental insurance?” He tries to sound casual, but you can tell he worries about you even when you’re not around.

He becomes insanely touchy once you start dating. Arms slung over your shoulders, constant hand-holding, sneaky hugs from behind. Physical affection is his love language, no doubt.

He spoils you in weird ways, like bringing you five different snacks because “I didn’t know which one you wanted.” He doesn’t do fancy candlelit dinners, but he does drag you on late-night bike rides or carnival dates.

Lutz loves when you play with his hair. He'll grumble at first, but then tilt his head toward your hands like a sleepy cat. It’s one of the only things that can make him go silent, purely relaxed.

When you’re upset, Lutz will drop everything. Even if he doesn’t know what to say, he’s there for you and holding your hand, cracking dumb jokes to make you laugh. He’d rather go through hell with you than let you cry alone.

He has dreams about a future with you but doesn’t tell you right away. Little flashes: living together, lazy mornings, maybe even cute cats with you to cuddle with. You catch him staring sometimes, eyes soft in a way you’ve never seen but you can see a warm tint in his eyes

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The first time Lutz saw you, it wasn’t anything poetic. No halo of sunlight or birds chirping. You were laughing at something dumb with a group of friends while showing something funny on your phone, or you were choking on your saliva from laughing too much. However, for some reason, that sound made him stop mid-sip of his energy drink. He couldn’t explain it, not then.

But something about the way you tilted your head, smiling widely, the lights in your eyes, your laughter despite it not being elegant at all, and if he had to be honest. Your laughter sounded like a tea kettle, completely unapologetic and unhinged, burned into his brain like a brand. And for the first time in a long time, he forgot to be cool.

He didn't fall for you all at once. Nah, Lutz was too stubborn for that. It started in pieces, like tiny moments that crawled under his skin. The way you argued with him instead of backing down and the way you rolled your eyes when he flirted, you were not flustered but amused by his attempt.

You didn’t swoon. You didn’t play along. You challenged him. And Lutz, cocky, chaotic, loud-mouthed Lutz, had never been so fascinated in his life. He started showing up more, lurking near wherever you were, tossing you nicknames like “trouble” or “hotshot” and pretending it was just harmless fun.

But there was nothing harmless about the way his eyes lingered on you. Or how he’d casually wrap an arm around your shoulder, just to see how you’d react. At first, you didn’t give any so he got bolder. Not because he wanted to scare you off, but because he wanted to be seen by you.

Under all the wildness, there was something softer. He showed it in strange ways: tossing you his hoodie when it rained, sliding you your favorite drink without asking, standing too close when someone made you uncomfortable. “Just looking out for my favorite person,” he’d say, like it was a joke.

You could feel it, the real concern written on his face through his violet eyes, hidden behind his smirk. You started to realize there was more to him than the loud laugh and skull rings. It was one night, things shifted. You were both sitting outside, the sky bleeding into night, his feet kicked up on a bench, yours dangling off the edge.

There was a long silence between you, but it wasn’t awkward and doesn't feel forced. Just comforting silence. “Y’know,” he said suddenly, staring straight ahead. “You’re the only person who doesn’t look at me like I’m some kind of circus act.” You blinked. He didn’t look at you. He just took another drag of his soda and added, with a softer voice “Thanks for that.”

You reached over and laced your fingers with his. No big speech. No grand reaction. Just quiet understanding. And Lutz, who lived his life at full volume, didn’t pull away. Didn’t make a joke. He just let it happen. Let you happen. For once, someone saw him without the mask, and he didn’t want to run from it.

After that, it was different. He still teased you mercilessly, still sent you memes at 2AM and dared you to skip class with him, but now there was something else. A protectiveness. A gentleness hidden under the chaos. When you were upset, he didn’t try to fix it. He just showed up, hoodie and all, letting you cry into his shoulder while he quietly held you.

He never outright said “I love you.” But he said it in the way he reached for your hand without thinking. In the way he glared at anyone who looked at you too long. In the playlists he made that bounced from metal to cheesy love songs. He said it in the way he laughed easier when you were around, in the way his voice softened when he asked 'Did jou eat today?' or 'Jou sleep okay?' Every piece of him spoke in actions, not words.

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KURO HONDA - 2p Japan

Kuro don't fall in love fast, he observed. Quietly. From the shadows. He noticed the way you carried yourself, how your e? when you were thinking, the tiny shifts in your voice.

He never says “I like you” outright. Instead, he begins appearing wherever you are, subtly altering his routine to match yours. You catch him glancing at you when he thinks you're not looking.

Kuro notices the smallest details about you: your coffee order, how you tie your shoes, the words you repeat.He stores it all like a well-guarded file in his mind. When he surprises you with your favorite snack on a hard day, you wonder how he knew.

Once you're close, he starts doing things like walking you home even if it’s out of his way. When you thank him, he just shrugs, as if he didn’t just carve time out of his day just for you.

He keeps a small sketchbook hidden away, inside are tiny and precise drawings of you. Never full portraits, just fragments: the curl of your hair, your hands, the way your eyes look when you laugh.

Kuro opens up slowly, like an ancient book with pages sealed by time. You become the only one allowed to see the chapters he keeps hidden. His traumas, regrets, and lingering self-doubts slip out in quiet conversations under the stars.

He learns what makes you anxious and helps you avoid it without making a big deal. If loud crowds overwhelm you, he’ll find a quiet exit. If someone flirts with you and it makes you uncomfortable, he’ll insert himself smoothly without you noticing.

He rarely smiles but with you, it happens more often than he’d like to admit. Not wide grins, but small, real ones that tug at the corners of his mouth. When he lets out a breathy chuckle? That’s gold.

With Kuro, love isn’t flashy or loud but it’s constant. It’s the silence filled with comfort, the gaze that sees you even when you’re invisible to the world. You become the one soul he lets into his guarded wall

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Kuro had always preferred silence. Not the absence of sound, but the kind of stillness that hummed just beneath the surface; clean, undisturbed, and peaceful. That’s why he noticed you. You weren’t loud like the others, weren’t trying to impress anyone and the way you act just like a background character.

But somehow you disrupted the stillness in a way he couldn’t ignore. You didn’t pierce the silence you fit into it, like a soft wind threading through falling leaves. He watched from afar at first, hidden behind cold glances and half-hearted shrugs or when he was reading his manga, secretly glancing at you.

That was safer. Distance meant control, and Kuro lived for control. But the more he watched you, the more his carefully constructed walls cracked. The way you smiled when you thought no one was looking, the way your fingers moved while sketching absentmindedly on your notebook, the way you listened with your whole heart

The first time you spoke to him, it felt like static in his chest. Nothing profound, just a simple comment about the rain. But he remembered it. "Today is raining again, huh?" You said to him. He remembered the exact tilt of your head and how you didn’t flinch under his stare. Most people looked away, uncomfortable under his quiet intensity. But not you. You held eye contact like it was an invitation. Like you saw him.

He started walking the long way around just to pass by your locker. He didn’t talk much, but you did. And Kuro found comfort in the sound of your voice even if he rarely responded with more than a nod or a muttered agreement. The way you filled the silence without breaking it was something he hadn’t realized he needed. It was like you understood how to exist beside him without trying to fix him.

One rainy afternoon, when you sat beside him under the outdoor walkway overhang, sharing warmth from a too-small umbrella, something shifted. You talked about nothing in particular, but he listened like it was everything. You offered him a piece of your snack, "Do you want some?" You offer him your pocky sticks. And when he took it without a word, your fingers brushed.

Kuro started showing up more often, always a little closer than before. He’d slide his books beside yours, walk a little slower when you were behind him. And when someone made a joke at your expense one day, Kuro’s tone cut through the hallway like a knife. “Don’t” was all he said. Cold. Sharp. And no one dared cross that line again.

He never said he liked you. Not directly. But one day, he pressed a small folded paper into your hand before disappearing down the hall. Inside was a sketch; your face turned upward, eyes closed, peaceful. Underneath it, in small, neat handwriting, was a single line: You calm the noise in my mind. You stared at the page for a long time, your chest warmed up.

Later that night, you messaged him: Do you really feel that way? His reply came only minutes later and it was just a simple: Yes. It wasn’t a confession full of fireworks. But for him, that one word held the weight of a thousand unspoken truths. He had spent so long in silence, your presence was the only sound he wanted to keep.

He didn’t become a different person overnight. He was still quiet. Still guarded. But he reached for your hand now, slowly like you were something precious. He shows his smile more. It was tiny, rare smiles that made your heart flutter. And in his silence, you finally found something you didn’t expect: his love was silent but the action speaks louder, and it was as deep as a sea.

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[dark-and-kinky-hetalia-scenarios]

@queengiuliettafirstlady

1p Russia/Ivan Braginsky

It falls him natural to not be very kinky, but if you want to play he'll happily be the Dom you wish for

He does like the control it gives him over you, regardless of how it's shown

He will make you wear collars that show you belong to him in public

He'll play the Dom in public, anything to show ownership

He's not so good with the whole letting you set soft boundaries, he gets the hard boundaries, but soft are there to be broken, at times at least

There's going to lots of different kinds of marking, not just collars

If you're unlucky (or lucky;D) there might be a leash involved

Of course he will respect a safe word, but you really shouldn't use it just for nothing

2p Russia/Viktor Braginsky

Naturally a dominating person, tho mostly in the Master way

Of course it requires an insane amount of trust for him to engage in sex

But when he does he's a really skilled Dom/master

He always knows how to make you submit to him

He can be convinced to some sort of Daddy thing, he's not thrilled about it as he prefers the whole master/slave roleplay, but it's easier for him if he can mix the two a little

If you want to incorporate it into your everyday life he will allow it, but only within the four walls of his home

Before he gets into the whole dom/sub thing he has a serious conversation with you about rules and limits for both of you

[1p2p-heta-imagines]

2p prussia wardrobe ?

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[1p2p-heta-suggestives]

How do the 2ps see sex? I don't know if that's wording right but you said some see it as something meaningful but others not, this is what I mean

(Since you didn’t specify which 2ps, I chose a couple! If you or anyone else would like to see a specific character then feel free to send in an ask! 🖤)

2p N. Italy sees it as something meaningful, he was raised heavily religious so it was kind of drilled into him that it wasn’t something to just have for fun, he doesn’t care if other people do it but that stuck with him.

2p Germany sees it as the best thing on earth, no competition. He’s been having sex for centuries without a care, it’s nothing more than a good time to him most of the time. He’s a hedonist, simple as.

2p America sees it as the source of his self-worth. He’s hypersexual, sex is how he feels good about himself. How attracted people are to him is how loved and how good he feels.

2p France sees it as a transaction, in a way. He gets something, they get something, that’s really all there is to it. He doesn’t see why it has to be any deeper than that, it’s simple to him.

[the-sillybilly-sproutpog]

HETALIA DOODLE PAGE BABY!!!!!!!!!

I’m a sleeper agent who has finally awoken to the truth (the truth being that I love Hetalia in 2024😭) I gotta draw these little guys with my silly little headcanons otherwise telling all the blondes apart will be hell💀

(Close ups under the cut! :3)