#Yandere 2p Spain Headcanons

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

i really enjoyed your yandere allie’s being broken up with post! could you do one for a yandere 2p axis as well? thank you in advance :) sincerely, a yandere lover

(Y/N) stood in the doorway, a bursting duffle bag digging into her left shoulder while her hands tightly grasped the strap. Licking her lips, she murmured.

“I-I can’t do this anymore. We’re over.”

Japan: Kurai’s dull, garnet eyes slowly drifted from the paperwork on his dark, cherrywood desk to his Sakura blossom. He noticed the crystal tears that threatened to bubble over like an unspoken plea for mercy, terrified quivers that made her shake and tremble like a kitten left to die in the coldest December blizzard.

A shark-like smirk split his face as he cooed her pet name. “We have only three days until we are wed, do you really want to dishonor your family by calling it off?”

Trying to leave Kurai’s web is like trying to pull a live rat off a glue trap. He will manipulate you into staying by pulling at your sense of duty. It starts by mentioning all the people who will be disappointed should you two split. If you continue to insist that you are done. Then it will begin to get violent.

Kurai drags you with a bruising grip to a hidden white room, the door locking as he leaves you in isolation. For two weeks all you see is white, even the very food and dishes become that vile color.

At the lock’s click and hinge's squeak, you hoped in vain that Kurai had come to his senses. Finally letting you leave this hell. In reality, you saw red. A lot of red, of much so that he claimed it was to shine the honor that your ‘threat’ had tarnished.

Germany: Groaning, Luther popped his neck with a loud crack as he raised his scarred body from the worn, leather couch. His blond brow raised in a questioning manner. “What are jou talking about?”

He watched with cold, tired eyes as (Y/N) took a deep breath before forcing the horrible statement again from her throat like a lion cub’s first roar.

Chuckling, Luther shook his head as he held his out his calloused hand.

 “Come now, Kätchen. Let’s nap on it before we do anything.”

Shaking her head, (Y/N) backed up. She screamed a loud no, before sprinting down the hall. Her bag swung and bruised her hip as slammed against the wooden door and fumbled with the slippery knob.

The click of the locking mechanism quickly became a loud slam as the door was forced to close again. (Y/N) now frozen still from the man she was trying to escape.

“Vhat made jou think I was asking?”

Luther is quick to forgive. A simple bow to his demands will quell his anger in ways that could be used against him. IF, he wasn’t already suspicious of all behaviors leading up to your foolish declaration. The missing objects, full cardboard boxes hidden in the closet, and failed attempts at distancing yourself from him.

Your announcement is what causes the iron fist to finally drop.

Similar to the ‘fighting and married’ bit, he begins with house arrest while retrieving all the items you’ve sneaked out. Any found attempts of planning to escape will lead Lutz to become more controlling and to harsher punishments.

What makes it worse, is that even on the darkest nights, locked in the rusted, gilded cage and draped in heavy, silver chains, Luther will remain outside the door. Murmuring promises of a better life and love, if only you agree to stay and obey. Forever.

Prussia: It had been two weeks since Wilheim let (Y/N) go. Two weeks of hoping she would return, of hoping she would realize how deeply their souls were intertwined. Fourteen days he had been pained by a wounded heart, that felt like each weak beat may be its last without his Maus.

He could bear it no longer when he watched as she set off with another man. The bright laughter and innocent blushes told him all he needed to know. With the flutter of his cloak, Wilheim set out to reclaim what he had lost.

Wilheim’s long, blood-stained life has taught him a lot. One such lesson is the use of free will. He hopes by letting you go for a time that you will come back, but as the time goes on without even a text from you, Wilheim begins to crack.

His cracks start small by stalking and recording. But as he hears how happy you are to be away and the proud compliments from friends about escaping the abuse, they become large fissures within his psyche

The last straw is your attempt to move on. That was the night he drags you back once the date is done. Questioning you on why you would betray him, did the time you spent together mean nothing?

With eyes like a burning ocean, Wil will force you into a small cell. Its tight walls only allow you to stand or sit. As the days wear on, you’ll find yourself taking comfort in Wilheim by your own volition.

He is the only one to open the door. So, doesn’t he deserve your love?

Austria: Jon cocked his head in a similar fashion to his little bat. Observing her intently as (Y/N) shuffled. She, at first, might have thought it was cute until a demonic laugh erupted from his pale throat. Heavy heaves for breath causing his chest to sink in showing his ribs in the tight, red shirt before expanding outward like an organic balloon, that no one could properly fill.

“That’z a funny yoke meine Queen.” Jon wiped a tear from his red eyes. “But, vhile jou here, did jou pick a place for dinner?”

(Y/N) shook her head quickly and muttered a no. “I-I’m breaking up with you, don’t you understand that?”

A loud sigh came from Jon as he stood from the leather couch. His heeled boots clicked against the wooden floor as closed the distance on the cowering woman.

“Of course I do, but” he looked at his shiny, black polished nails. “if jou really vant to, zhen go for it. Juzt don’t be zurprized vhen zomeone dizappearz.”

Jon lives in an odd mix of delusion and reality. He will take the smallest acts of obedience and view it as you submitting to and loving him. Every moment of rebellion shows him how far he still has to go until you are ready to be his Queen of the Night.

Since, you’ve decided to walk out the front door, consider the threat now a prophecy. He will start with the disappearance of a close friend. At first, you may dismiss it, until a body is found and the red words ‘come home’ are painted on the alley wall.

During your mourning, you try to tell the police of the possible lead. That Jon may be the cause of it all. Yet, it all falls on deaf ears as they explain that man doesn’t exist.

You, wanting justice, decide to confront him and run to his home, expecting a fight. Instead, you find an open door that reveals a dark house. Stepping inside, you feel a cold chill and gasp as the door shuts behind you, locking you in. Before you continue your forced path forward, you notice the shadows move like dancing snakes.

A quick glance and scratching at the light switch reveal no working lights. You scream when you feel the first shadow latch onto your ankle. Attempting to pull you through the floor. Shaking and pulling doesn’t help as more attach, eventually pulling you into an inky blackness. Ensuring that Jon’s pale skin is the brightest thing you see in your world of eternal night.

Spain: Armando’s eyes slowly lifted from the stacks of paper in front of him. His quill rested limply against his rough fingers as he took (Y/N)’s form in wholly.

 He noted her straight lip tremble at its edges, the subtle scrapping of her nails over the nylon bag straps as his silence continued. She shuffled an inch back whenever he twitched or breathed too loud, before shakily regaining the lost ground. Though, she remained tense, ready to bolt at a moment’s notice.

His question shattered the silence like a hammer to a mirror.

“You want to leave me?”

“Y-yes, I do.” She nodded as her heels dug against the wooden floor.

“Well,” Armando stood before walking to a large glass and oak display case. His hand gripped the wooden handle as he opened it, reached in, and pulled out a large, silver axe. “I think that we should let a simple game decide our fate.”

This man isn’t going to let you go. End of story.

But! That doesn’t mean it will be a simple no with slices to disable your legs. No, Armando doesn’t work that way. He’ll have fun by forcing you to play a game, his favorite to be specific.  Axe throwing.

If you are one to see the dark side of his world from the beginning, then you’ll know that your chances are low, even if you have thrown axes before. He won’t play fair, offering damaged axes and using a target that is just a little too far out of reach.

Most likely, you were kept in the dark. Not fully knowing the amount of blood that stained his hands. Your axes are sharp, but the target itself is dry, hardwood. Your muscles were never meant to throw with the power to dent such a mass, and it didn’t. You could only watch in fear as Armando hit consistently a bull’s eye each time from a different angle.

Depending on how badly you lose will determine what comes next. If Armando absolutely destroyed you, then he’ll keep his punishment simple. A quick snip to one of your Achilles tendons and being locked in a room with minimal contact for a couple of weeks with only him to rely on will help subdue your fire without snuffing it.

If you presented a challenge to him, then it would be worse. A debilitating injury to hinder your chances of escape mixed with a strict schedule of labor on the farm and obedience training. This mix will drown any thoughts of rebellion, leaving behind a fearful shell of yourself that is easier to control.

Italy: The silence of (Y/N)’s statement reverberated off the walls as Luciano set his wine glass on the dining room table. His leather-gloved hands came together to intertwine as a chinrest while he leaned back into the wooden chair—a large grin on his face as he sized up his darling fiancée.

“What made you think that was your call? When you agreed to be mine,” He stood, slamming his hands down as he leaned forward on the table, the taunting smile turned to a vicious snarl in a mere blink. “It meant until the day the world stopped turning when Italia would be wiped off the map and forgotten about by the fragile minds of mortal men. NOT because you got cold feet! NOT W-“

“I NEVER AGREED TO THE BLOODSHED!” She sobbed; the dam of emotions finally bursting. “You are nothing more than a monster that feeds off the mutilated flesh of your victims. Always looking for an excuse to kill again!”

(Y/N)’s declaration shocked Luciano like he had been bitten by a hidden viper. His eyes were wide as his focus never left the woman he loved.

She backed up a few steps. Hesitance caused her frame to tremble, before she turned her back to him. “I’m leaving, goodbye.”

It was only a few steps before the sound of maniacal laughter accompanied the sound of whistling metal. 

(Y/N) gasped, before collapsing. As the laughter came closer, she saw three knives embedded within her flesh. All lay within her lower half, making the mere thought of running from the mad Mafioso impossible.

“Oh, Tesoro.” Her head snapped up to view the smiling Italian. “You’ll be staying with me forever.”

After your shouting match and injury, Luciano will decide it's time to retrain. After all, you’ve shown him that your loyalty was false. Nothing more than a piece of tin that needed to be forged into something stronger. Something steadfast.

He will take the time to rebuild you. Each step toward what he wants means healing, rebellion just creates additional injury. Eventually, you’ll either break into a creaked and numbed doll, or you’ll be the perfect wife, trustworthy enough to join Luciano in the flames.

Romano: (Y/N)’s stomach flipped as Fabrizio stepped closer, his questions ignored as she turned her back. She was ready to run, pushing her legs to their limit as she forced her stride to be at its max.

It wasn’t enough.

A small dart with a fuzzy tip, no thicker than the graphite of a #2 pencil and no longer than a standard ballpoint pen, had sailed into her thigh.

The mosquito-like sensation caused her to pause. Gingerly, (Y/N) tapped the object, before pulling it free. As she stared at it the world began to blur and sway. One dart became two, then four and more. Her attempts for balance failed as a numbing sensation crawled from the hit point.

Falling due to weakened legs, (Y/N) gasped as the marble floors caught her. She heard Fabrizio speaking, his voice muffled as blackness started to flood from her periphery. As the drug took its hold, the last thing she felt was the warmth of her devil’s hands.  

To Fabrizio, it was a sin to end the relationship. He has done so much for you; creating fabulous outfits, spoiling you with various luxuries, and most important of all gifting you something precious, his love. When you ended it, allowing him no time to rebuttal, he threw away his dramatic flair. A quick shot of a special sedative, and you’re down and out.

As you’re fainting, Fabrizio will give his monologue. He rants about how he won’t allow one of the purest things to grace him to just walk away. No, it was time you learned your place.

When you finally awake, the world feels off. Firstly, you’re upright with legs bound to steel bars. Secondly, it’s a new, strange room. Your stand is surrounded by glass-encased mannequins, all dressed in outfits from many different eras. Some outfits go back further than the Dark Ages.

A subtle tightening sensation on the chest would distract you. Taking away from the strangeness of the room. Looking down you would see a white, velvet corset with silver steel rivets. Your breath quickened as the constriction continued, while your arms felt paralyzed. Black spots would reappear in your vision as a hushed chuckle brushed against your ears.

“Mia Bambola, it’s-a time you learn to listen.”

[theunderneath]

Part 2 Hetalia / 2p Hetalia

Part 1

What 5 2ps are most likely to drug their Darling? (Headcanon /

Most likely to be a yandere 2p Allies edition (Headcanon /

2p America, 2p Russia, and 2p Italy's favorite thing about a scared fem Darling (Headcanon /

Which 2p Axis is most likely to be a yandere (Headcanon /

2p Italy falling in love with a maid darling but she likes 2p America (headcanon /

Yandere 2p Russia headcanons (

2p North Italy NSFW with BDSM and dubcon (Headcanon /

2p yandere Itabros fighting over a fem Darling (Headcanon /

2p England headcanons (

2p England using a love potion on his darling but they already love him ( Part 1 below, Part 2 Fanfic

America, 2p England, 2p France proposed to their Darling and they say no (headcanon /

Yandere Spain (Cringe old Art)

Yandere 2p Amerca (Cringe old Art)

[midnightlee25]

Yandere Hetalia Masterlist

Main Masterlist

NONE YET  

2P France

NONE YET

Belarus (NYO)

Canada (Matthew Williams)

France (Francis Bonnefoy) & Prussia (Gilbert Beilschmidt) & Spain (Antonio Fernandez Carriedo)

North Italy (Feliciano Vargas) & Germany (Ludwig)

Their darling confronting them about what they've done - France, England, America, Canada

Finding out their darling has an identical twin - North Italy/Feliciano Vargas

having a darling that’s having more than one baby - Spain/Antonio Fernandez Carriedo

England finding out his darling is also a yandere for him

Character headcanons: Nyo England

Having a virgin darling - France/Francis Bonnefoy

Who is the easiest and hardest yanderes to deal with - Axis Powers & Allied Forces

Most dangerous to least dangerous to deal with - Axis Powers & Allied Forces

Platonic vs Romantic: Belgium

Most delusional to least delusional - Central Europe

Yanderes and their love languages - Axis Powers & Allied Forces

NONE YET

NONE YET

Yandere Reactions: England with a willing darling

Random Yandere Headcanons: What makes yandere Germany so dangerous?

Yandere Reactions: Hetalia Girls with a small Island nation darling who feels insignificant and useless

Random Yandere Headcanons: 1P & 2P Italy with a shy darling

Yandere Reaction: England finding out his darling is also a yandere for him

Yandere Reactions: Allies & Axis With a darling who had a cryptic pregnancy

[merakiui]

Pleae please pelase please Hetalia! I know it's cringe for some people, but there was a person on here who had great yandere content but discontinued! I would be honored and first in line to see what you've got cooked up for the nations! Do you have headcanons? A favorite character? Would you specialize in the common groupings like Allies, Axis, or certain characters who don't get the spotlight? Love your work! :D

:O I'm honored you would be willing to read any Hetalia writings I might create!!! Thank you for liking my work! It is a great relief to hear that others would be potentially interested in writings for other fandoms.

Aaaa it's a little embarrassing to admit, but I was a very big fan of Britain. >_< he was my number one, including his 2p counterpart. Oliver was the perfect amount of unhinged and creepy, all wrapped up in pretty pastels. BUT OHHHH MR. BRITAIN!!!!! I was down so horrendous for him. Perhaps it's because he's so pathetic and silly and babygirl, but I liked how he was just such a grumpy tsundere all the time! And the fact that he couldn't cook and everyone made fun of him for it hehe. But his pirate era............... omg. (/ω＼) the many facets of Britain had me ensnared back then. I was but a maiden blindly in love.

I also really liked Spain, the Nordics, Canada, America, and Russia. Truthfully, I would love to write for any and all of the Hetalia characters, even the 2ps!! I have so many years-old concepts written in my Google docs because I had no one to share my thoughts with back then, so Google docs was my outlet lol. If I do write for Hetalia, it is a merakiui guarantee that some of the nations are getting breeding kinks and the concepts will be, as they often are, dark and twisted and creepy. >:D it is also a a merakiui guarantee that the yandere Hetalia debut fic will most likely be for Mr. Britain. I need to return to my simping roots somehow.

Please feel free to discuss Hetalia with me! I'd love to know who your favorites are! Let's swap thoughts and headcanons!!! ٩(ˊᗜˋ *)و

[1p2p-heta-imagines]

Yandere 2pSpain headcannons pls

(Please do not proceed if topics like kidnapping, stalking, or other things associated with the yandere trope trigger you! Make sure to take care of your mental health! 🖤)

- He struggles with his emotions a LOT and typically cannot tell when he is in love, he mistakes it for just wanting company/a friend and isolates himself so he typically doesn’t show yandere traits since no one ever gets close to him

- However, when he realizes that he is actually in love, he gets EXTREMELY attached to that person

- Something about the way they live their life interests him, the way that they do certain little things like how they hold their pen or how they hold their cup is strangely enamouring to him and he ends up doing them himself

- Watches them from afar, a lot. He finds out all their little habits like how they make drinks, how they sleep, even how they sit, etc. and he memorizes it ALL

- Notes every single thing down, he has a notebook (half lined, half plain) filled with both sketches of them doing their daily things like waking up as well as notes on them

- He surprisingly doesn’t talk to them too much. He has to have everything planned out that he could say in response to a topic, he may immediately leave if something gets brought up that he didn’t prepare for. Though, this is usual for him to do with most people

- He doesn’t want to kidnap them, he doesn’t want to deal with the responsibility of taking care of them. However, if he thinks they’re getting close to someone, he’ll do it

- He doesn’t keep them anywhere specific. They’re not tied up, they’re free to go wherever they want in the house as long as they don’t try to escape him

- Complains about how tiring and tedious it was to kidnap them to them

- He will get extremely possessive at this point, he won’t want to be in a different room from them and is prone to dragging them into the same room as him, usually minus the bathroom

[erina-writes-headcanons]

Hetalia: Axis Power Masterlist

Hello Everyone, This is the Masterlist of my planned post and the link to the post of the scenarios. You also can see some of the symbols below. Also, starting now. I also accept headcanons and scenarios for 2p Hetalia other than just 1p Hetalia.

🌹: Smut

🥀: Angst

🍭: Fluff

😂: Comedy

🧐: Random

🧸: Domestic

😐: Non-Specified

🗡️: Gore/Yandere

❤️: Romantic

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1p Axis

Italy

Having a Lovely and Affectionate S/O❤️🍭

S/O with a Chubby Cheeks🍭

Their S/O Can do a Parkour 🧐🍭😐

Having a Thief S/O🧐❤️😐

Celebrating their S/O Birthday (Part One) 🍭🧐

S/O Angry because weren't Invited by their Sibling/Friend To Their Event🥀🍭❤️

Having Cocky S/O😂❤️🧐

Having S/O Who Are Serious Most Of The Time and Gets Shy When Receiving Affection❤️🍭😂

Germany

Having a Lovely and Affectionate S/O❤️🍭

S/O with a Chubby Cheeks🍭❤️

Celebrating their S/O Birthday (Part One) 🍭🧐

Reuniting Their S/O for a Long Time🥀🍭

With a Scenekid S/O 🧐

Prank Called by their P/O as a Friend🧐😂😐

S/O Dying in their arms🥀🗡️

Trying To Be Romantic To Make Their S/O Notice❤️🍭🧸

Tall S/O who Charges Them when They are Distracted😂🧐

Having S/O Who Are Serious Most Of The Time and Gets Shy When Receiving Affection❤️🍭😂

Reaction to Prussia Adopting Latin🧐🧸

Japan

S/O with a Chubby Cheeks🍭❤️

Their S/O Can do a Parkour 🧐🍭😐

Celebrating their S/O Birthday (Part One) 🍭🧐

S/O Angry because weren't Invited by their Sibling/Friend To Their Event🥀🍭❤️

Having an Artistic S/O ❤️🍭🧸

Prussia

S/O Asking him out (Male Reader)🧐🍭

Reuniting Their S/O for a Long Time🥀🍭

Celebrating their S/O Birthday (Part Four)🍭❤️

Prank Called by their P/O as a Friend🧐😂😐

Tall S/O who Charges Them when They are Distracted😂🧐

Reaction to Prussia Adopting Latin🧐🧸

Romano

S/O Asking him out (Male Reader)🧐🍭❤️

Celebrating their S/O Birthday (Part Four)🍭❤️

When S/O Have a Nightmare🥀🍭

Having Cocky S/O😂❤️🧐

Having S/O Who Are Serious Most Of The Time and Gets Shy When Receiving Affection❤️🍭😂

Spain

Celebrating their S/O Birthday (Part Four)🍭❤️

Tall S/O who Charges Them when They are Distracted😂🧐

Reaction of Prussia Adopting Latin🧐🧸

[oinkinpigprince]

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You can call me slushie my pronouns are he/it/they, this isn’t my first tumblr blog sadly and I’ve gone off the deep-end again

I will be having a god complex because I am simply amazing at this type of stuff

I��m mainly doing headcanons but I can also write short fics too!!

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED (for now :33)

Current inbox count: 25

Current draft: 2

Rules and character list below 👇

Rules~

I don’t do nsfw

I will do heavy angst but I will kindly decline anything I am uncomfy with such as mentions of SA and other things like that I

Yandere request are welcome

Chubby!readers/character are VERY welcomed( I want more representation:33)

For headcanons: Be as vague or specific about your requests as you want

For letters: plz give me something to work w/ such as relationship w/ character, and maybe reason for writing the letter

UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCE WILL I BE DOING INCEST, only PLATONIC family relationships

I can also do, Character x character, character x reader, or even character x OC and crack ships

Fandoms/characters I will do but not limited, you can ask for other more obscure but don’t count on it lmao

Stardew valley

bachelors/bachelorettes

Everyone else

Slashers

Micheal myers

Jason voorhees

Billy loomis

Stu Macher

Billy lenz

Brahms heelshire

Bo sinclair

Vincent sinclair

Lester sinclair

Kurt Kunkel

Bubba sawyer

Nubbin sawyer(he’s my husband :33c)

Choptop sawyer

Pyramid head (is he a slasher? Idk, is he hot? Yes.)

Hetalia

(1p/2p Axis powers)

Italy

Germany

Japan

Romano

Prussia

Austria

Hungry

Spain

(1p/2p Allies)

America

Russia

England

France

China

Canada

(1p/2p Others)

Belarus

Ukraine

Lithuania

Estonia

There’s definitely others I forgot, I was in this fandom for 4 years so try me, ive read fanfic of the most obscure characters

The disastrous life of saiki k

Saiki kusuo

Kaidou shun

Nendo riki

Teruhashi kokomi

Yumahara chiyo

Aren Kuboyasu

Mera chisato

Hairo kineshi

Smiling friends

Charlie dompler

Pim

Alan

Glep

Grim

Gnarly

Bugsnax

Everyone, including the journalist

One piece

Straw hats minus jinbe

Buggy

Crocodile

Osomatsu~San

Osomatsu

Karamatsu

Choromatsu

Ichimatsu

Jyushimatsu

Todomatsu

Pizza tower

Peppino

Theodore noise

Noisette

Gustavo

Vigilante

Pepperman

Fake peppino

Slime rancher

Beatrix LeBeau

Viktor Humphrey

Mochi Miles

Ogden Ortiz

Welcome home

Wally darling

Frank

Howdy

Barnaby

Julie

Poppy

Sally

Eddie

DNI:

ZOOPHILES, PROSHIPPERS, TERFS, HOMOPHOBES, RACISTS

I might make a masters list later idk

Tonetag list because I use them a lot

(Just in case the image doesn’t load)

/j joking

/hj half jokin

/s sarcastic

/srs serious

/p platonic

/r romantic

/t teasing

/neg negative connotation

/pos positive connotation

/lh light hearted

/th threat

[kallulovesu]

Hetalia/APH Masterlist

[last updated on 28/04/22]

Headcanons

General yandere South Italy headcanons

General yandere Spain headcanons

General yandere Russia headcanons

General yandere Japan headcanons

General yandere England headcanons

General Yandere Poland headcanons

General Yandere Luxembourg headcanons

General yandere Asea headcanons

Allies with a darling that outsmarts them

Japan falling in love with one of America’s states

Russia with a complacent darling that loves him back :)

Spain going after a witch country (that so happens to have a past with iggy)

Which 2ps would like a tomboy s/o?

Which 2ps would like a loud, goofy s/o?

Yan America, Spain, Romano and England reacting to finding their s/o that ran away years ago

Yandere allies and axis reacting to their crush’s confession to their home country

2p Romano, America, Japan and China reacting to their darling escaping after having kidnapped them

Platonic Yandere reader against Yandere Belarus! (Poor Russia)

Platonic Yandere allies headcanons

Yandere allies + axis helping their s/o out with depression and existential crisis

Axis trio + America and Russia being war enemies with their s/o

Yandere pirate Spain x mermaid reader headcanons

England, Russia and Germany with a shy s/o that apologizes a lot

Yandere Lithuania with a blind s/o who is dependent on him

Yandere nyo!Allies reacting to being trapped in a giant soap bubble with their s/o

Yandere nyo axis, Romano and baltics reacting to being trapped in a floating bubble with their s/o

Yandere Prussia, England and Germany with a darling that acts all shy— but ends up fooling them.

Yandere Japan, Germany , China and Prussia finding their darling years after they escaped

Yandere Germany, America being told off by their country darling

Yandere Canada in a queerplatonic relationship w an ace reader that is insecure about her identity

Yandere America, England, Spain, Romano reacting to finding their s/o that ran away years ago except they immediately dipped once seeing them,

Yandere Canada, America, and Russia with a sweet, but chaotic s/o

the Nyo Nordics, Nyo Spain and Nyo Korea reacting to being trapped in a floating bubble with their darling

1p/2p italies sharing an s/o

Scenarios

Witch reader breaking it off with a very power hungry and almost abusive iggy (good riddance)

South Italy and Spain sharing a darling!

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

Hello! Can you please write about the 2p Axis (btw I especially love your writings about 2p Italy and 2p Romano! Love, love,love!) about the darling ask of the escaped and vanished for about a year and then one day they see them out in public ? Please and thank you for all that you write, it makes my day better ,always.

I don’t think I can iterate how thankful I am for how patient you guys are when you get your asks done.

The popping of colorful, confetti from their paper cannons and the cheers of a crowd full of delight rang out like the happy howls of a wolf pack.

Their loud songs of joy were directed toward the mayor’s marble balcony as he marched to the end of the platform. He looked down at them with a stressed smile as he welcomed them all to the summer celebration while sweeping his large arm to open the holiday event for everyone.

As the crowd thinned, with people moving about to start various activities, the mayor shivered. The dark glare burning into his back forced him to face the shadow that awaited in his office.

With the speed of a child knowing of an incoming scolding, he nervously shuffled into the dim room. His eyes were downcast as he looked at the feet of the sleep-deprived man, slouched on his navy couch.

“The festival’s begun.” The mayor licked his lips. “Is there anything else that you need to observe?”

The man spoke a simple “No.” as he slowly raised himself from the couch. His steps were heavy as he dragged himself to the blind-covered window. His cold hand pulled on the flimsy panel as his eyes slowly moved through the crowd.

The mayor’s continued cowering and questioning went ignored when familiar (H/C) locks flittered through the masses.

Locked on the locks his eyes followed them like a road map to gaze upon her face.

She looked so familiar, with the same faint scars and quirky grin. Yet, he noticed something new, the light in her (E/C) eyes that was once dimmed to mere dying embers had returned to their blaze. Instead of the fearful shuffle, there was a pep in skip that reminded him of the first time they met. 

He couldn't deny the rising hope at the sight of his long-lost wife. It felt like seeing the sun for first the time in a year, and yet a dark cloud quickly covered it. Reminding him of what had occurred almost a year ago to the day.

His darling wife had deserted him. Destroyed their happy home by slipping him a fatal concoction of medications, before slithering off into the night. Disappearing from his life, leaving nothing to hint at current her existence, until now.

Today, he thought, would change that. Today, she would be coming home whether she wanted to or not.

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Italy: The Mafia Don never lost sight (Y/N)’s form, even as she began to blend back into the crowd.

The moment his eyes could no longer track her form, his hand dug into his pocket. The force that he used to pull a phone from its cloth confinements popped the seams of the pocket as he activated the device.

Two simple beeps before he held the silver phone to his ear. He waited with an intense focus on the crowds, searching for his wife again before a deep voice rumbled.

“Si, Don Vargas?”

There was no hesitation from the still-scanning leader as he gave his order. “My-a wife’s here at the-a summer festival. Find her.”

A simple ‘si’ came from the underling as he hung up the phone. A near-silent whimper made the magenta-eyed Italian turn to the trembling mayor.

He smirked as he pulled a knife from his brown suit and lifted the blade toward the coward. “If you-a value your-a short existence, you’ll say a-nothing.”

The mayor’s sweat-covered face bowed in a submissive nod before Luciano Vargas walked out. Leaving the mayor in the darkness and summer heat.

While Luciano’s men searched from the back alleys and dark corners, he walked more forward among the civilians. His pace was quick as he ducked and weaved.

Hours ticked by in the hot sun, and his stride never faltered even as his phone rang. The words that greeted him upon its answer, did make him stop. In fact, it made him smile like a crocodile that cornered squirming prey.

“Boss, we’ve got her.”

Luciano’s men hadn’t failed him. After last time, with the vivid memories of Medieval levels of torture and Pollock type of red mess, they refused to.

The confirmation of his darling wife’s capture, Luciano slipped away through the happy crowds. Allowing the alleys and shadows to guide him back to his car.

The drive was short as he sped over all limits and it screeched to a halt at the manor's stairs. 

Sauntering his way up through the oak doors and the large halls of the mansion, his men above breathed a small sigh of relief at their master's joy.

It was only a few turns along the marble corridor before he stepped down the stairs toward the dark, medieval basement. 

The Roman torches from long-forgotten eras cast long shadows along the iron cells. Each prisoner within attempted to hide when the Don walked by.

He paid no mind to the heavy chains shaking as walked to the heavy, iron door at the hall's end. It screeched open as he pushed against it.

The opening revealed a small, dark cell; furnished with only wall-mounted chains, a large pile of pillows, and a woman sitting upon it cuffed at the neck.

Luciano smiled wide as he reached up and pulled on the cord for the single lightbulb. He watched with joy as she flinched away upon its suddenness. Then trembling as she realized who stood in front of her. 

He stepped closer. A large smile on his face as grabbed the struggling woman's face. Dragging her toward him and tilted her head to the left as he whispered.

"Welcome back, mia Moglie." Luciano licked the shell of her ear before pulling back to look her in the eye. "I've missed you. Did you miss-a me?"

(Y/N) didn't answer, quietly shivering in his hold. Tears bubbled as Luciano's grin became feral.

"Because I'm all you have left."

Romano: (Y/N)’s body trudged forward with the unseen weight of exhaustion that comes from a day of excitement. Her lone footsteps were the only sound on the lamp-lit street that was still littered from the confetti released that morning.

She sighed heavily, but happily as she turned the final corner that would lead to the last leg of her journey.

Usually rounding the turn filled her steps with enough pep to skip her way home like a fairy tale bunny, this time however, she shuffled like a nervous horse stopped by an ashen rattler.

That serpent was no living thing, but a white limo with the nearest door opened like a snake’s jaw. Its light seeped out like venom from a bite, cascading along the sidewalk and highlighting her shoes.

Despite the shine, she could only see the shadows of a man within. His nice, white suit contradicted the black interior of the vehicle as his leg bounced. Whether it was excitement or nervousness she didn’t want to know.

Gulping, (Y/N) moved off the sidewalk to give the long automobile a wide berth.

As her path aligned with the open door, a sudden push came from her right. Shoved her into the door before being pulled into the limo that was now slammed shut.

The wheels screamed as the force caused her to crash into the man’s legs. Clutching onto them for some form of stability as the limo swerved.

Gentle fingers ran through her hair in a futile attempt to calm her down, but it only made her heart pound harder as (Y/N) finally looked at the mysterious stranger.

Her throat tightened as tears blurred her vision of the smiling Fabrizio. It wasn’t the loving smile he gave when he thought she had been broken. No, this one contained the traces of madness, obsession, and relief.

Like a spooked cat, she prepared to jump away, ready to duck and roll on the fast-passing terrain, but the hand tightened on her hair pulling her back to his feet.

“Now, now Bambola.” She flinched when he placed his silver stiletto against her neck. “You wouldn’t want-a make it worse when we get home, right?”

Germany: Like an old hound after a young vixen, Luther walked out of the office. Ignoring the mayor’s whimpering calls.

 His steps were quiet, yet quick as he slunk his way out of the City’s Hall. Into the streets, blending in with the crowds while his eyes searched for flickers of her clothing.

For moments, Luther felt that he was being led in circles. That his mind had played the cruelest of jokes as various flickers took him to multitudes of dead ends.

As the summer sun descended from its peak, the crowds thinned.

The lessened numbers brought out quiet conversations. One that made the German freeze.

The main voice was familiar, sounding like a lullaby that one’s mother no longer sang.

He followed like a bloodhound after a criminal. Its trail brought him to a small café with black wire seats under a cream-colored awning.

In the darkest corner were two women. The one to the right quickly faded into the shadows. The left one, his missing piece, was at first glance, like the warm blaze that welcomed heroes home from their quest.

Part of Luther wanted to embrace the blaze. Take in all the burns that would allow him to reunite with his heart. The other wanted to smother her. Place (Y/N) back into her hearth to prevent another wildfire like the one that gave her the chance to escape. To harness her passion to warm him alone.

Slinking toward the café, Luther went unnoticed in the dark as he entered the alley to the building’s right.

He watched with aid from a streetlamp as the women parted, hugging before they waved going their separate ways.

Luckily, Luther’s alley ran along (Y/N)’s route, allowing him to follow her like a shadow at sunset.  

Eventually, the sparsely filled streets became empty. 

Luther moved further ahead. Waiting at the next opening, back pressed against the near brick wall.

He held his breath as her footsteps approached.

At the same moment, his lamp-lit angel began her cross, his hands shot out. Grabbing (Y/N) and drugged her to his chest. His gun clicked as he lifted it from his waistband, muzzle pushed onto her temple.

Tears began to pour as she trembled in his hold. Small pleas for freedom and attempts at deals to prevent a return to their home fumbled from her mouth.

Luther heeded none of it.

Instead, he led her away. Far from the summer sun. Forcing her back into the damaged, cold hearth he called home.

Japan: As (Y/N) swam among the flood of sweat-covered people, a cold shiver vibrated her spine. The type that whispered the warning of danger to our ancestors on open grasslands. That gave way to the primal urge to hide from bloodthirsty beasts.

Yet, as her head snapped left, then right. Nothing stuck out. No one staring from amongst the crowds, no aggressive shoving, or screams of terror.

Swallowing her fear, (Y/N) shrugged off the feeling before jogging to the meeting point of all her friends. Trusting that the demon, who had claimed her as a wife, was nowhere near.

Not once did the feeling return as (Y/N) went about the festivities with friends. As the hours passed, she had long forgotten it ever occurred.

Even as she separated from the herd to return home, she felt relaxed. Safe, even as she moved through the empty, evening streets, but as she climbed the stairwell through her dark, apartment building that same shiver crept up her spine like a million, skittering centipedes.

Despite her glances showing nothing abnormal, the dark corners and shadows of the grey stairwell offered no relief with their shifting shadows. Instead, they seemed to reach out with long claws that caused her heart to race.

A door from the floor below slamming sent her running.

Up the stairs, she flew. Her arm acted as a balance as she swung the corner entrance to her floor. Panting, she leaned against her door as she struggled against her keys. Pushing them against the metal lock until the right one clicked in before a harsh turn allowed her to fall into her home. A simple kick, shut her own door as she scrambled away from it.

(Y/N)’s terrified clamber had become frozen mid-movement. She had hit something that did not exist within her dark entryway. It was warm and tall. Covered in loose-fitting cloth that felt of rough cotton. Her left hand moved backward and slowly slid across the smooth leather of military boots.

“Hime” At that simple pet name the tremors returned in full force. Tears collected on her lashes as she felt a gloved hand rake its way through her hair. With a little force, the hand angled her head upward.

Above her was the man she feared most. Kurai Honda.

 As she opened her mouth to scream, he covered it with a tight hand.

(Y/N) struggled against him. Flailing her arms and kicking at his arms. Kurai acted as though he felt nothing. Maneuvering (Y/N) like a doll into a choke hold and suffocating her.

As the dark spots crossed her vision, she heard him whisper.

“When you awake, our honor will be restored.”

Spain: Armando’s typically stoic face twitched for a moment before stretching into a mischievous grin.

A smile so sinister that the mayor’s teeth chattered as he backed away from the Spaniard. His spine shook as he cursed the hip bump that knocked the glass cup off the desk, it shattered upon impact with the wooden floor.

Like a predator mid-hunt, Armando’s head snapped toward the noise. His smile never waned as he stared.

“My apologize, Señor Mayor. But we will have to finish this discussion another day.”

The monster of a man turned on his heel, losing his smile as the mayor trembled with a prayer on his lips for the new target.

 The Spaniard’s loose-fitting shirt fluttered as he walked quickly through the administrative building, it whooshed backward as he stepped into the humid, summer air.

His eyes scanned the crowds once more from the marble steps. Another flick of (H/C) locks disappeared between the people at the market row.

Instead of forcing his way through the crowded streets, Armando sped his way along the edges. Cutting through the alleys like they were foxholes.

Immediately, he caught up. Watching his wife, like a lion prowling through tall grass.

She had changed so much, growing out her hair and wearing (F/C) jewelry. Yet, he noted upon closer examination her voice hadn't changed. It still sounded like his favorite lullaby.

Armando’s smile returned as she wandered closer. Leaving the sweet stand with a simple baggie in hand.

He stepped out, jogged to her side, and grabbed her hand in a constricting grip.

Before (Y/N) could scream, he hugged her tightly. Pressing her squirming form into his chest, before leaning down to whisper in her ear.

“Continue the fight and everyone will think you’re mad.”

For a moment, (Y/N) stilled. Armando could see her eyes were wide as he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead.

But that moment of peace didn’t last as her struggle returned. (Y/N) pushed and clawed at the Spainard like a fractious cat, yowling for help. Begging for someone to get her away from the madman.

He tchhed as the crowd formed a circle, tightening his grip on his woman before lifting her over his shoulder. Seemingly unaffected by her screams, Armando yelled over her, requesting the enforcers of the law appear as well.

Shocked, (Y/N) stopped mid-wail. Scrambling to figure out why he would demand to speak with the ones that would save her. Never once believed his warning.

It only took a minute for two black-clad uniformed policemen to shove their way to the front. Their gruff faces were marred by the annoyance of an easy shift gone wrong.

“What’s going on.” Questioned the taller of the partners. His eyes were sharp as they bounced between Armando and (Y/N).

“He’s trying to kidnap me!” (Y/N) shouted and attempted to fight. “Get me away from this freak!”

At her statement, the duo’s hands dropped to their holsters. Fingers grazed the leather-like excited hunting dogs on a thin tether. One wrong move and all hell would break loose.

The shorter of the duo lifted an open scarred, palm toward Armando. “Señor. Put her down.”

He complied but didn’t let go. Instead holding tightly to her hips with one arm as she squirmed. The other reached into his shirt to remove a letter, somehow maintaining its blinding whiteness while being pressed against his olive skin.

(Y/N) stared at the letter, while he made a silent gesture to the cops.

They approached and the taller took it from his hand. Opening it with a quick rip before scanning its contents.

The crowd remained silent as the shorter was then handed the letter. He read it much quicker, biting his lip before nodding to the first with pity in his eyes.

“Do you need any help getting her home Señor?”

(Y/N)’s jaw dropped as she looked between the three men. “What are you TWO DOING!? HELP ME!”

The taller policeman turned to her with sad eyes as he sighed. “Señora,” He nodded toward Armando. “Your husband just wants to take you home.”

“He’s not my husband!” (Y/N) insisted as she leaned down to rake the inside of Armando’s thigh with sharp nails, causing him to hiss and release her.

“Señora, you are ill. Let us help you.”

“Ma’am calm down.”

(Y/N) backed up panting as everyone approached. Citizens throwing in their voices, begging her to stop. Men stepped into the circle to help corral her.

As her head moved on a swivel, she noticed his dark grin. The smile never faded as the strangers held her down like wolves to prey. Presenting her toward their Alpha. Feeding her flesh to the beast she had tried to escape.

Never to be seen nor believed by anyone again.

Austria: His joy could not be contained as loud, frenzied laughter left him like a busted damn. Its power caused the monstrous nation to lean against the window as tears beaded and dripped down his ivory face.

As his guffaw slowed to silence, the room chilled chasing away any lingering summer heat. The darkest shadows shifted as they stretched themselves toward their master. Whipping like thin tentacles like cat tails as they curled around Jonathan. 

Their curling slowly turned into climbing as they pulled him downward like warped quicksand.

There was no fear from the Austrian as he looked to the terrified mayor. His serrated smile was wide as he called the government official before disappearing into the ink.

“Keep jour end of the deal, and jour family vill be zpared.”

The shadows fell away, revealing an upside-down office to Jonathan. A thump drew his attention to his feet, where he watched the mayor tremble before collapsing.

“Mortalz.” He chuckled before pulling out his umbrella from his jacket and bolting out of the office.

The change in orientation didn’t seem to affect him as the empty halls and streets aided him in his hunt.

As Jonathan approached the last location of his beloved queen, his carmine eyes returned to the ground. Quickly his vision bounced from person to person under him, scanning for the familiar (H/C) and (E/C).

 The dense crowd on the other side of the dimensional plane created a dizzying rainbow of features and colors that just weren’t right. It felt like hours for Jonathan as he worked through them, street by street and stall by stall.

The melodious sound of a guitar that was accompanied by the tender vocals froze him. He took in the words; broken love, unfair capture, and a promise to never allow love, created seismic shivers that rivaled earthquakes down his spine.

Only one bat could sing such a divine tale.

(Y/N).

Toward the town center, he sprinted. Kicking up dirt as he slides to a stop at a stage at the town center.

Mere feet from him stood his Angel of Music. Singing the songs, he had once thought he would never hear again. A healthy glow had returned to her sunken skin and a brightness in her movements that had existed at their first meeting.

Jonathan licked his lips as his mind concocted the perfect reunion. He prowled toward the stage and climbed down to the lights at the top.

He lined himself up so perfectly that a single jump would flatten her.

Jonathan crouched, hanging his umbrella off a single light, wiggling like a stalking cat. Allowing his muscles to tense like a coiled clock spring.

He jumped. Launching himself upward. The shadows opened, allowing him out.

He tackled (Y/N) mid-song. A gasp choked in her throat as they both tumbled back into the shadows.

(Y/N)’s fight did nothing as he kept her trapped in his arms. The sounds of hysteria from the world above were muted as he nuzzled into her back. Enjoying the warmth of her flesh.

The sickly groaning was ignored as Jonathan muttered a welcome home. Promising that this time they would be together until their final song was sung.

Prussia: Wilhem’s movements were stiff as the blinds snapped back to their original tension. His pale hand slowly dropped to his side as he turned toward the mayor.

The icy stoicism caused the low government official to shuffle in place like a nervous gelding. Rubbing his arm, the mayor spoke to the cold knight.

“Iz there anyzing elze jour bruder needs, Herr. Beilschmidt?”

“Nein, jou preformed az expected.”

With a simple nod in farewell, Wilhelm turned to leave the office.

The mayor, on the other hand, prayed that they wouldn’t meet again until next year.

For many the festival ended too quickly as the sun set and the streetlamps lit up like fireflies in a field. Vendors closed their stalls with a mix of clicks and tings as merchandise was packed away and doors were locked.

Soon enough, only a small group of young adults were left on the streets. Their laughter echoed like drunk parrots as they pushed against each other in youthful fun.

The loudest of them was (Y/N), her smile wide as she ducked and weaved between the members like in an impromptu game of tag. Jogging in place she watched them fumble in their reaches.

The gaggle unleashed a riotous roaring as (Y/N)’s jogging became teasing gestures. Peals of laughter bloomed as she danced along the street edge, allowing the crowd to convince her to create grander displays.

Panting with excitement, she failed to disappoint as the center of the empty road became her stage. Jokes and burns were shot off in rapid fire while she moved in swift excitement.

Just before the euphoria could reach its peak, a loud whinny silenced it.

Everyone looked to the source. Shocked gasps were heard at the sight of a large, grey and white horse. Upon its back was a man dressed in dark armor, his face hidden behind an enclosed helmet.

The mysterious being forced the horse to rear back. Its dark hooves waved in the air, the shoes catching the light like lightning before crashing down like thunder. Sparks flew as it galloped down the road.

(Y/N)’s friends called for her to move. Screamed for her to run to either sidewalk.

She couldn’t. Something about the knight had frozen her stiff.

As the thunderous hooves encroached her mind wondered why. Was it the feeling of familiarity with the entity? The way his hidden gaze seemed to command her to remain put like the monster she had killed or was it because apart of her believed that this knight was his ghost? Coming to drag her to his grave. To forcefully bury her beside the man she detested most of all. Combining their souls as one for all eternity.

The horse was five feet away when ancient instinct overrode the fear. She attempted to dive at her friends. Arms stretched out toward them. But she never connected. Never felt the touch of those who helped lift her out of the darkness.

Rough hands tugged her away. Throwing her across his lap as his steed sped off. (Y/N)’s screams disappearing into the darkness.

For hours (Y/N)’s friends and the authorities searched the city. Neither the hide nor hair of the beasts or the woman was found.

Some of the cops whispered about the Ghost of Order. Blaming his centuries of loneliness on why the woman was taken. Others were quick to silence that speak around (Y/N)’s worried friends.

It was a shame that no one knew how right they all had been. Except for (Y/N). For the ghost had been the man she once killed and had pushed her back into their shared crypt. Only this time, should one of them die then they both shall perish.  

[theunderneath]

Part 1 Hetalia / 2p Hetalia

Yandere 1p and 2p America with a darling that chooses 1p America? (headcanons / EDITED)

2p America and 2p Canada's reaction to their s/o getting badly hurt in a car accident (Headcanon /

2p FACE + 2p Romano react to a s/o who bruise easily (Headcanon /

Yandere Canada that is a Wendigo (One Shot /

Would the 2p's still drug/tie up/lock their darling in the basement if they were in a relationship with them willingly? Could they have a normal relationship even if they are Yandere? (Headcanon /

Yandere 2p Canada/James Williams and his darling fucking up the people who hurt both of them in the past (Headcanon /

2p Allies scared their Darling so bad they punched them (Headcanon /

Yandere 2p Prussia SFW and NSFW headcanons (Headcanon /

Yandere 2p Nordics headcanon (

Yandere 1p Allies in love with a Darling who yandere for someone else (Headcanon /

NSFW headcanons for 2p and 1p Japan (

NSFW headcanons for 1p Russia (

A sociopath darling with Allies (Headcanon /

2p Norway sharing a Darling with 2p Iceland (Headcanon /

NSFW headcanons for 2p Russia and 2p America (Headcanon /

2p Prussia, 1p Canada, 2p Canada, 2p England, and 1p Japan that has a big tiddie goth gf Darling (Headcanon /

1p/2p axis with a cold-hearted/sociopath Darling (Headcanon

Yandere 2p Russia, 2p England, 1p America, and 1p Germany with a darling that rejected their marriage proposal because of superstition (Headcanon /

2p Russia do if his kidnapped Darling one night comes to his room while he was asleep and cuddled to him (Headcanon /

Yandere 2p Italy headcanon (

Yandere 2p Italy's favorite outfits to put a fem Darling in (Headcanon /

The most sexual vanilla p2's (Headcanon /

Yandere 2p Russia and 2p Prussia proposing to their Darling and they turn them down (Headcanon /

Yandere 2p Spain headcanons (

What 5 2ps are most baby-hungry (Headcanon /

What 2ps would want a personal Playboy bunny (headcanon /

2p Italy kink headcanons (

2p Japan with a Darling that gets flustered when he speaks Japanese (headcanon /

2p Axis most taboo kinks (Headcanon /

Part 2

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➢ Masterlist!

》 England/Britain

> 1p

Headcanon - General Relationship (Fluff)

Scenario/Oneshot - W/ a Shy Reader who Knits (Fluff)

> 2p

》 America/USA

> 1p

> 2p

》 Canada

> 1p

> 2p

Headcanon - With a Bi Reader (Fluff)

》 Russia

> 1p

Headcanon - Boyfriend hcs (Fluff)

> 2p

》 China

> 1p

Headcanon - General Relationship

> 2p

Headcanon - Xiao with a 5'5" / 165 cm s/o (Fluff)

》 France

> 1p

》 Scotland

> 1p

Headcanon - With a Bi Reader (Fluff)

》 Italy

> 1p

Headcanon - Boyfriend hcs (Fluff)

> 2p

》 Romano

> 1p

Headcanon - Boyfriend hcs (Fluff)

> 2p

》 Spain

> 1p

> 2p

》 Germany

> 1p

Headcanon - General Relationship (Fluff)

> 2p

》 Denmark

> 1p

Scenario - Yandere Nyo Nordics Stuck in a Bubble with their S/O (Fluff-ish)

> 2p

》 Romania

> 1p

》 Japan

> 1p

> 2p

》 Sweden

> 1p

Scenario - Yandere Nyo Nordics Stuck in a Bubble with their S/O (Fluff-ish)

> 2p

》 Finland

> 1p

Scenario - Yandere Nyo Nordics Stuck in a Bubble with their S/O (Fluff-ish)

> 2p

》 Norway

> 1p

Headcanon - With a Bi Reader (Fluff)

Scenario - Yandere Nyo Nordics Stuck in a Bubble with their S/O (Fluff-ish)

> 2p

》 Iceland

> 1p

》 Belarus

> 2p

Headcanon - With a Bi Reader (Fluff)

》 Greece

> 1p

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Welcome!~ [Info!]

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Asks: Open! [Hiatus]

I'm mun Diego! I noticed many 2p Hetalia ask blogs are inactive, and if they aren't, they usually only have one character. Well no longer! For I have created ask-2p-hetaliaaa, where you can interact with any of the following characters via ask box:

2p!America - Allen F Jones

2p!Canada - James Matthieu Williams (Matt)

2p!France - François Bonnefoy

2p!England - Oliver Kirkland

2p!Scotland - Gavin Kirkland

2p!Wales - Cedric Kirkland

2p!Ireland - Sean L Kirkland

2p!Russia - Viktor Braginsky

2p!China - Xiao Wang

2p!Italy - Luciano Vargas

2p!Romano - Flavio Vargas

2p!Germany - Lutz Beilschmidt

2p!Japan - Kuro Honda

2p!Prussia - Gillen Beilschmidt

2p!Austria - Roland Edelstein

2p!Spain - Andres Fernández Carriedo

2p!Iceland - Egil Steilsson

2p!Norway - Loki Bondevik

2p!Denmark - Magnus Kohler

2p!Sweden - Bernard Oxenstierna (Or Felix)

2p!Finland - Thurston Väinämöinen

2p!Greece - Hermes Karpusi

2p!Rome - Caligula or Lucius

2p!Germania -

2p!Poland - Franciszek Łukasiewicz

2p!Belarus - Anastasia Braginsky

2p!Ukraine - Katya Braginsky

2p!Estonia - Egor Von Bock

2p!Latvia - Raimonds Galante

2p!Lithuania - Leonas Laurinaitis

2p!Sealand - Paul Kirkland

2p!Wy - Scarlett Irwin

2p!Seborga - Romeo Vargas

(No name = just use country name)

My interpretations of some of the characters may differ to others', due to how uncommon they are.

What is allowed:

- Mostly anything!

- Asks about/that include 1ps

- Ships

- Romantic and platonic asks

- Soft yandere/lovesick (No violence, Will be tagged!)

- Asks for written responses (textposts)

- Asks for headcanons

- Texting (https://ask-2p-hetaliaaa.tumblr.com/post/655644479936757761/texting-event)

- OCs

- Self-shipping

What isn't allowed:

- Inherently nsfw stuff

- Things like in*est or abuse

> In*est ships (ScotEng, AmeCan, SeaWy, NorIce, Itacest, Germancest, etc.)

- Hardcore yanderes

- Asks that mention race/ethnicity/nationality/skin color (unfortunately, I have received these before ⬇️)

- Asks that mention bodily functions

- Asks that are intentionally meant to annoy, offend, disturb, hurt, etc. the admin

Ships I do (For the 2ps, I have more for the 1ps):

Character X reader!

UsUk, FrUk, SpaMano, PruAus, GerIta, PruCan, DenNor, SuFin, SuMano, GiriPan, etc.

Shipping is not a large part of this blog. Though, I am a multi-shipper and am not tied to any specific ships. Shipping discourse is not allowed on this blog.

Please feel free to use my art in:

- Edits

- Dubs

- Amvs

- Compilations

- As pfps/banners/etc.

- Etc.

Just credit me and send the link to any videos afterwards! <3

2p Wattpad book: https://www.wattpad.com/story/277429772-2p-hetalia-masterbook-headcanons-x-reader-scenario

DNI:

I don't like DNIs, but sometimes fandom makes setting these boundaries necessary, so I'll make this short.

- You are an extreme proshipper OR anti

- You participate in fandom discourse/drama

> You engage with "call outs"

- You are an extremely political or nsfw account

- You're going to argue with me about my, or anyone else's, 2p Hetalia interpretations

This blog is a safe space for both myself and my followers to escape from everyday troubles. Please do not bring any political views or drama onto this blog.

Enjoy your stay!~

[erina-writes-headcanons]

Hetalia: Mediterannean Europe Masterlist

Hello Everyone, This is the Masterlist of my planned post and the link to the post of the scenarios. You also can see some of the symbols below. Also, starting now. I also accept headcanons and scenarios for 2p Hetalia other than just 1p Hetalia.

🌹: Smut

🥀: Angst

🍭: Fluff

😂: Comedy

🧐: Random

🧸: Domestic

😐: Non-Specified

🗡️: Gore/Yandere

❤️: Romantic

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Greek

Having a Thief S/O🧐❤️😐

Celebrating their S/O Birthday (Part Four)🍭❤️

Having an Artistic S/O ❤️🍭🧸

Turkey

Having a Thief S/O🧐❤️😐

Celebrating their S/O Birthday (Part Four)🍭❤️

Having an Artistic S/O ❤️🍭🧸

Romano

S/O Asking him out (Male Reader)🧐🍭❤️

Celebrating their S/O Birthday (Part Four)🍭❤️

When S/O Have a Nightmare🥀🍭

Having Cocky S/O😂❤️🧐

Spain

Celebrating their S/O Birthday (Part Four)🍭❤️

Tall S/O who Charges Them when They are Distracted😂🧐

Portugal

-Empty-

Monaco

-Empty-

Cyprus

-Empty-

[theyanderespecialist]

Sorry for asking, but may I have a yandere 2p Italy x Broken!1p Romano? I think it would even be more interesting if he was broken by family issues and Spain, thank you for reading~!

[Hello My Sexy Readers, I am back with another update from Tumblr. http://ask-lucimano110.tumblr.com/ said:

Sorry for asking, but may I have a yandere 2p Italy x Broken!1p Romano? I think it would even be more interesting if he was broken by family issues and Spain, thank you for reading~!

YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS This sounds really good I am going to start with headcanons since I never did this before :D I hope you all enjoy this update!]

-Headcanons With 2p Italy X Broken 1p Romano

.Romano was broken by Spain and his family issues. He had a hard out shell but he was really broken so it was hard to know.

.When he met his brother's 2p he was shocked by him, Luciano wanted to spend time with him and get to know him.

.Romano did not think he deserve it, and to protect himself he seems to push away and insult Luciano.

.Luciano does not give up at all he learns all he can about Romano, his sweet Lovino.

.When he learned that Spain had broken him and his fucking 1p caused his Lovi pain!

.Oh he would not stand for this!

.He first goes after his 1p.

.He kidnaps Felicano and tortures him.

."How could you hurt Lovino? What did he ever do to you, you attention whore"

.Vile words and torture came to Felicano, no matter what said or promised did not matter.

.Luciano was on a war path and next up was spain.

.Spain was kidnapped very similar but his punishment was much worse. He was torture for weeks on end and cut open.

.Some medieval torture even used on him and the last one was Spain made himself the Spanish donkey.

.Weeks have gone by and Romano was worried for his brother.

.Luciano wears Romano down and gets him to come to his home where he makes him his famous pasta with special sauce.

.fter a dinner where Romano opens up to him and has a little of a good time Luciano takes him down to the cellar and shows him a surprise.

.It was Spain and 1p Italy bodies or what is left of them.

.Romano tries to run but is caught.

"Do you like? I did this all for you MY Broken Bello."

.From that point on Romano was never heard of from again but in truth he was the broken love of a blood thirsty country who will never let him go.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I am very happy with this and I hope you all are to. Anyways stay sexy everyone!]

[anotherehetalia1p2pblog]

Yo are any of the other blogs coming back? Do you know of any good ones?

Other blogs? Not sure what you mean, but I can tell you some of the amazing blogs I follow!

Ask Blogs

@hetalia-color-coding-au- this is an amazing AU I follow and am actually a member of! Each main color has properties and characteristics that are embodied by the color gods who are@ask-orange-italyfeliciano@ask-yellow-france@ask-red-spain@ask-blue-japan@ask-white-romano@ask-purple-nyoaustria@ask-green-germany-beilshmidt@ask-black-prussiaAnd some gods have assistance@ask-o-assistant-russia (this is me!)@ask-y-assistant-2pcanada@ask-r-assistant-belarus@ask-white-assistant-2p-prussia@ask-b-assistant-moldova

@liechtenstein-joins-magic-trio@ask-romania-and-his-vacuum@ask-hetalia-ghost-hunting-girlsThese three are my other ask blogs

@ask-friendly-france@ask-victorian-franceAnd more! They have sooooo amazing blogs!!!

Reaction/writing blogs

@alilsketchdoodle@hetaliareaction2p@hetaliawhatifs@headcanons-of-hetalia@headcanons-of-another-color

Yandere Blogs

@yanderehetaliaasks@yanderehetalia@yanderehetaliafantasies

Awesome Blogs

@1000fandoms@nerdyanimater@awwww-cute

[hetaliareaction2p]

Demon!Yandere!2ps with a sarcastic + chubby s/o headcanons?

They are the same so it doesn't effect them - 2p France , 2p Spain , 2p Japan , 2p Russia.They all understand their sarcastic and really don't care as few little doesn't like it.2p Prussia & 2p England don't like their s/o sarcastic attitude. Few would leave them alone in a room and others will yell at them to stop it or else.Punishments are sexual for a few but other half do worse punishment if they don't stop , little can't really punish them.All of them for the most part ingore their little attitude and tell them that like it or not , they are going to stay there with them.