#aph native america

[lil-rezzie]

Happy New Year, y’all! 🥳🎉

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Legend has it they’re still there haggling.

It’s been a hot minutes since I’ve had time to draw at all, let alone draw the boys 😩👌🏽💖

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Art piece details/my head canons:

Mattie’s buckskin coat has some abalone shells with cedar wooden paddles (coast Salish design,) fringe, and some Salish wooly dog fur. His pants are a light take on ribbon pants, red for MMIWG2S and purple for solitary against femicide in Mexico.

Al’s coat has a beaded plain with hanging beads on the wings, buckskin on the arms and for the fringe, with a leather coat base and black bear fur. His belt features a copper belt clasp and small copper brims around turquoise accent pieces.

Both of their coats are winterized versions of their standard coats given to them by their grandma Maple.

They’re currently bartering over wind dried salmon (my most favourite treat.)

Wind dried salmon can only be dried in very special climates and conditions; very high up canyons with LOTS of wind, rocks to keep the heat radiating at night, and very little humidity to avoid the salmon going mouldy. The salmon was filleted, and hung to dry on drying racks for extended periods of time, and required frequent checkin’s to ensure the process and quality was good.

It takes a very skilled fisherman with access to a family spot. It can only be dried in the summer, and usually the wind dryer would dry a bunch to last through winter- having extra to sell is a privilege and light bragging right 😎

[whyisitnotcannon]

I was thinking about the song Savage Daughter. This song has been sung by so many artists but my favorites are by Ekaterina Shelehova and The Smoking Flowers.

I think this song is fitting for NyoAmerica before England found her, when she still lived with Native America.

Maybe someday I’ll write a song fic. Let me know if you’d be interested in something like that.

[dailyfandomaesthetics]

Revamped Hetalia Ancients Series: Native America

[chibiclem]

"Hetaween 2024 Day 1 : The boy and the skinwalker

@hetaween-event

Sypnosis : Younger America had been roaming all in what will be his territory, discovering innocently the wildest part of the North continent. But along with beauty, he had found some more sinister reality he could probably not comprehend fully at the time.

May be he forgot later about all the danger he had to face to stay alive...

(Fortunately, a certain Navajo personification intervene before things got ugly!)

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Hey there! Hetaween is such a huge help for inspiration to me, I really wanted to participate. Unfortunately, I could only do a few arts because i'm too busy being an adult and not being able to do it on time! (And discovering a new drawing app too is quite the changer) \;u;/

So for the first "prompt" it was about psychological horror, witches and bones. I've completely threw up the psychological part of it I guess haha!

I actually did 'serious' research about "Skinwalkers", which are some renegate sorcerers of Navajo's culture, able to change apparence into an animal (mainly coyote), having been ostricized because of their reprehensible behaviours ( like canibalism as an exemple).

But I could only found one serious study on internet : a thesis called "The (Mis)representation of the Navajo Skinwalker in Online Horror fiction", by Matt Vasek. There might be others not accessible in some historically and sociology library somewhere.

Anyway, skinwalkers are underrepresented in images, so I had to use coyote/wolf references to draw one. (I might put the links later if you're interested)

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[jehirodraws]

Hehe I commissioned @ironicorange again! Hehe little Alfred and Mah Oc Ohnekanos, I can't stop staring at it! It's so fucking cute and I love how Alfred looks like his momma hehe

[generational-atrophy]

(HWS America x Reader) Fourth of July! ( w/ S/O that's scared of fireworks)

(Gender Neutral) Scenario ~ A/N happy fourth!!! reminder that armed revolution is ok and the police should be completely reformed and the american state is built on the blood of slaves and natives. anyway

Trigger Warning: Guilty thoughts (which get shut down,) other than just fluff!

You'd been called a lot of things. A stick in the mud, no fun, a party ruiner, and much more. All just because celebrating the Fourth of July like everyone else seemed like stressful misery.  Sure, not all of it was so exhausting, but when night fell, you couldn't do anything but turn up your music to an unhealthy degree and cower under the blankets. So, when your first July with your new boyfriend, Alfred, arrived, you weren't sure what to do.  Now, not only did you have the pressure of celebrating the worst holiday of the year, but also one of the best. His birthday.

You knew about his plans as soon as he made them. Like every July for the last 415 years, his birthday party was going to be the most bombastic event of the year. Party all throughout the day at his old mansion, hundreds invited, rented attractions and performers,  all capped off with a magnificent fireworks display as the sun sets.  Fun, for everyone! Including you, for some of it at least.

Before the party started, he made it clear that he didn't expect you to participate all day.  Not everyone has the social battery that he does and the last thing he wanted on his special day was you to be upset. Plus, he told you he wanted you to save some energy to properly gawk at his world-renowned firework show.

So you did as he suggested. The first part of the day was spent clinging to his side as he went around talking to friends new and old alike. The only time you didn't spend trapped under his arm was whenever he'd try to introduce you to politicians, politicians who had absolutely no business knowing who you were, at least. Then you'd slink away, joining your own friends in the many colourful games he had set up all over the lawn. But having an entire country fair dedicated solely to your boyfriend is bound to cause some imposter syndrome.

So about halfway through the party, you retired inside. But even though the distant chatter of people became muffled, you didn't feel any more comforted.  Your boyfriend was still out there, having a great time without you. Your friends too, were partying without a care in the world. And once again you had become a stick in the mud.

“Am I making this about myself by not having fun?” You couldn't help but wonder as you looked down at the red, white, and blue crowd. Such thoughts kept you locked inside, away from being forced to ponder that question anymore. For the rest of the day, you rarely ventured outside to steal a snack from Alfred's utterly deranged spread of all-American food. “I'll make it up during the fireworks show...” You concluded nervously.

But as the sun began to set, you couldn't help but panic. Alfred would want you to come down and watch with him... but there was nothing you wanted to do less in the whole world at that moment. Bright, deafeningly loud, surrounded by others, all while having to force a reaction for him. But... but you'd do it because you loved him, right?

“Y/N?” Alfred asks from the doorway to your room. His voice startles you out of your thoughts, and you spin around to face him. As you realised he could see you, you stopped biting your nails and forced a smile.

“Is it about to start?” You ask, trying to keep your voice casual.

“Yeah, wanna come?”

“Course, just give me, like... a minute, ok?”

He pauses, looking you up and down, his expression unreadable. He rests against the doorway and asks, ”Are you sure you want to come?“

”What?“

“You don't have to come... if you don't want to,” he says in a quiet, comforting voice while crossing his arms.

“What are you talking about? I just said I'd go,” You say, confused at his sudden non-committal to the event.

“Yeah, but I'm saying that if you're gonna be uncomfortable, I don't want you to come.”

“L-Listen... I'm sorry that I've been up here all day-”

He cuts you off, “Don't worry about it. I'm just happy you were there for a little bit,”

“Ok but- I'm going to make up for my absence at the fireworks show.”

He stares at you, his face still unreadable, ”Only if you want to. Which, again, you haven't said that you want to yet,“

You flinch. Why couldn't he be the doofus he is with everyone else, with you? “I don't want to, but you'll prove me wrong, right?”

“Ok, then let's just hang out in here.” He states, walking towards you.

“Wh- No. You were so excited to see the fireworks!”

“Yeah, I was. But I was more excited to just... spend time with you,” He says, crouching in front of you and taking your cheek in his hand.

“Alfred...”  You whine, trying to pull away.

“Listen, I got a potentially infinite amount of fireworks shows in front of me. But I only got what, 80 more birthdays left with you? I'd much rather see you happy than some cool explosions in the sky,“  He smiles.

You sigh, pausing for a moment as he looks at you expectantly. Meeting his gaze, you concede, ”Sure. If that's what you want.“

He grins, taking your hand in his, ”It's totally what I want.“

Before you can try to protest, he drags you out of your seat by your hand. He brings you downstairs, past the view of all of his partygoers, sitting you down in the basement. You try to speak before he cuts you off.

”Just hang out down here for a little bit, alright? I'll be right back,” He paces back and forth for a moment excitedly, before running back upstairs. So there you wait, sitting confused on his couch, waiting for him to return with whatever idea he had had.

And after about 5 minutes of you sitting on your phone, he returned. He was carrying multiple plates of the food you and him liked best, as well as a couple of blankets (all of which displayed the American flag because well- it's Alfred,) He sets them down on the coffee table and places his hands on his hips, looking down at you like he was expecting something.

“Woah, uh- you planning to sustain us for a week down here?”  You joke.

“If you'd like that, for sure,” He laughs, but it's clear he's a little serious.

He rushes to sit next to you, wrapping you up in one of the blankets. He pulls you closer to him by the hips, leaning his head against yours as he turns on the tv in front of both of you. Outside, booms rattle the ceiling, causing you to shake against him. But with every boom, he squeezes you tighter.

Even as the world outside shakes and rattles with noise, you knew you were safe with him. Every time you would start to shudder again, he quickly turned up the volume of the tv. By a couple of hours in, the sound of the fireworks outside was completely drowned out by the noise of some random old show Alfred loved.

“Alfred?”

”What's up?“ He responds, rubbing your side comfortingly.

”How come this doesn't remind you of like, wartime or anything like that? I mean- I just wouldn't expect someone like you to like that kind of thing anymore.“

He sighs melancholically, eyes turning to the side, “It did for a little bit. Like you said, it's hard not to remember that kinda stuff.”

You readjust yourself to look at him more intently, intertwining your fingers with his, “It doesn't anymore, though?”

“Nah. Not anymore. Like, it kinda makes me feel better now. You know, like bad things keep happening, but it's fine. Cause I got to see a fireworks show again this year! Which means all that bad stuff is just gonna be the past now.”

You turn back to the show, leaning your head on his shoulder. In response, he wraps his arm around your back, “That's a nice way to think about it,” You mumble.

“Gotta find nice ways to think about stuff. Or else, everything sucks forever,” He says matter-of-factly, causing both of you to chuckle for a moment at his phrasing.

“Weird that so many powerful people hang out with you when you talk like-” You start to say, before being cut off by another boom from outside. He notices immediately, clicking his tongue sympathetically and squeezing your shoulder to reassure you.

“They gotta. How are you gonna be running America without talking to America?” He laughs, trying to get you to relax.

“Uh- I don't know if you're entirely representative of the entire population, Alfred.”

“What are you talking about?” He exclaims sarcastically, “I'm the most average American guy in like, the whole country!“

”Average people can't throw around cars like tennis balls!” You laugh. And for the rest of the night, you laughed at his stupid jokes. Anytime the house would be rocked by the explosions outside, he would make sure you were focusing on the moment you two were sharing, rather than the fear you were used to every year on that day. Why stay outside in the summer heat, when you can cuddle up with someone you love in a chill basement,  eating food you both adore?

Much better than fireworks, he concluded. And you couldn't help but agree.

[cowboyangeleyes]

Thinking of the most perfect fanfic I read that I will never see again no matter how many google searches I do ;-;

[kaeruandtopo]

lil Alfred doodles that got me through the week <333

-topo

[peonycats]

Hey, so as a person who has in my unpublished works a story wherein APH Greenland is minorly featured, after I saw your post complaining about Greenland's current characterisation in fanworks, I realised that my story 100% fits all the things you were complaining about. And if it's not too much trouble how would you characterise Greenland in a way that is less problematic?

Or do you have any reccomendations for resources I can use to educate myself about Greenlandic culture?

So, I will preface this with the following:

I AM NOT INDIGENOUS. I AM NOT INUK. YOU SHOULD GO ASK SOMEONE INDIGENOUS OR BETTER YET, SOMEONE WHO IS GREENLANDIC INUIT.

However, in this post, I will primarily give some guidelines that are generally applicable to any nation personification of color that has experienced colonialism/imperialism by a Western nation and is still dealing with its legacy. Keep in mind that what you're asking for is a lot, however- we're touching on topics of national anthropomorphizations in political cartoons, the depiction of the colonized, particularly the indigenous, and the relationship between the colonized and the colonizer.

Don't make Greenland America and Canada's relative.

Don't make Greenland Denmark's kid, biological or otherwise.

Don't use sensitive contemporary issues in Greenland for fandom content.

Don't Make Greenland America and Canada's Relative

Every time I've seen this come up, this is usually justified one of two ways-

a) Greenland is related to America and Canada because the Vikings set up the first European settlements in continental North America, so they would be related via their Norse heritage. b) Greenland is related to America and Canada because America and Canada have a native parent, and Greenland is a sibling of that native parent.

To head things off- The first one is bad. See my next section for the issues of making Greenland a child of the Nordics/Nordic ancestors.

The second one almost always carries the implication of that the native parent of America and Canada is some kind of nebulous pan-American "APH Native America" personification; the issues with having the many indigenous peoples of the Americas as similar and interchangeable enough to warrant only one personification to represent them all are obvious, I should hope.

The slightly more plausible alternative is that America and Canada's native parent represents some Inuit group, and through that, Greenland is their sibling. Even if more plausible, we run into the same issue of turning a group into a monolith- there are many different Inuit groups, all with their own unique histories and cultures. Though Inuit groups may be more related than all Indigenous Americans to each other, they are still not a monolith, and determining their relationships to each other shouldn't be resolved with a blanket solution of "they're all related, nuff said."

If we want to dig into the weeds of historical accuracy, it makes no sense for America to have Inuit heritage, seeing as the United States began as the Thirteen Colonies in the Eastern Seaboard of the modern United States which doesn't overlap with the traditional lands of the Inuit. The Alaska Purchase was not made until 1867, hundreds of years after the establishment of the Thirteen Colonies.

I would also like to point out another issue I’ve seen with many “Auntie/Uncle Greenland depictions” in the fandom. Whenever you do see such depictions of Greenland in the fandom, almost never do we see the creator of such interpretations shedding light on any other indigenous characters (particularly ones not related to the USA and Canada). Therefore, such depictions are exceptionalizing and exalting an indigenous character above all other indigenous characters because they have more of a connection to major Western countries. 

Overall summary: The primary issue with making Greenland related to America and Canada is that Greenland is never allowed to exist outside of their links to these two. If you want to depict Greenland with respect, the most basic thing you can do is to not reduce Greenland into a tool for you to better characterize America and Canada and flesh out their background.

Don't make Greenland Denmark's Child, Biological or Otherwise

TW: racist caricatures of black, Latino, Native American, and Asian people

So first some quick historical background: Norse settlement of Greenland began around the 900s-1100s and died out sometime between 1450 and 1500 due to a variety of environmental and sociopolitical reasons. The surviving Norse settlers most likely either left or assimilated with the local Inuit populations, so there is some genetic legacy, but 85-90% of the population of Greenland today considers themselves Greenlandic Inuit.

For the following centuries, there were sporadic interactions between European whalers and the local Inuit. It was only until 1721 that another attempt at colonization was made, this time by the missionary Hans Egede, who founded a trading company and Lutheran mission near present day Nuuk, with the express permission of the Kingdom of Denmark-Norway.

Greenland took on a special status in both Danish policy and imagination, a far-off land that was "vulnerable" to other nation's influences and in need of Danish protection. In line with that thinking, the Danish state held an exclusive monopoly on Greenland's resources and all trade with Greenlanders. It pressured Greenlandic Inuit to stay in their occupations of hunting and fishing so that Denmark could maintain access to resources Greenland provided, mainly animal products from local wildlife the Inuit hunted.

Additionally, the Danish also tightly regulated interactions between the Danish colonial population and the local Inuits. For a time, intermarriage was strictly controlled, limited to only Danish men and Greenlandic women of mixed descent and had to be approved by the colonial administration. When the US wanted to build military bases on Greenland for military purposes during WW2, a major concern of Greenlandic authorities was minimizing contact between the US soldiers and the local Inuits.

Of course, Greenland didn’t stay this way forever. Against Denmark’s wishes, Greenland did open up and become further integrated into the global economy and order of nations, and to this day a lot of Greenlanders have a Danish ancestor somewhere in their family tree.

However, to make Greenland (substantially) related to the Norse is to do a disservice to the hundreds of years of Greenlandic Inuit culture that already existed and then continued to thrive for hundreds of years in the absence of continued Nordic contact and influence. It implies that the ethnogenesis of the Greenlandic Inuit was kicked off by the Norse settlers, when in reality, the Greenlandic Inuit are largely descended from the native Thule people and later waves of migration of other Inuit people from modern day Nunavut and Nunavik. To make Greenland the child of Denmark is worse, and stands in stark contrast to the fact that compared to other nations and their settler colonies (think, England and America), Denmark heavily controlled Danish migration to Greenland and wanted to keep Greenland isolated and contained.

Now, moving past the issue of historical accuracy, there's been a long history in political cartoons starring national anthropomorphizations of allegorizing international relationships as familial relationships, or "mentor-mentee" relationships, especially when it comes to colonizer-colony relationships.

REPORT FROM THE FILIPINES Send more soldiers -Otis Uncle Sam: Balm in Gilead! Well, thank heavens both my new daughters haven't got the same disposition.

'School Begins', cartoon of Uncle Sam teaching a class in civilisation to pupils labelled 'Philippines', 'Hawaii', 'Porto Rico' and 'Cuba'

In these cartoons, the colonized is portrayed as child-like, infantile, in need of the US's benevolent guidance to be "civilized." After all, if the relationship between the colonizer and its colonial possessions was like that of a parent and their children (or a teacher and their students)- well, children need their parents, so therefore, the colonies need the colonizer and its guidance, right? By doing so, it portrays the relationship between the colonizer and its colonies as a necessary, benevolent one, one done for the benefit of the colony, and masks the inherently exploitative, unequal nature of colonialism. 

To make Denmark a parental influence on Greenland, then, is to replicate the same paternalistic attitude Denmark took to Greenland as a colonial possession in need of guidance and direction, and possibly whitewashing the toll Danish colonization has taken on Greenland. Even depictions of Denmark and Greenland that emphasize their “little brother/big brother” relationship are problematic, because they fall into the same colonial rhetoric of Greenland "needing" Denmark's civilizing guidance.

Moreover, sensitivity is another concern for depictions of Greenland. At the risk of speaking for groups I do not belong to, having a child Greenland be raised by Denmark and the other Nordics (esp if Greenland has a negative relationship w them) hews a little too closely to the real life kidnapping of Indigenous children from their families to be raised instead by white families, in an attempt to remove them from their heritage and culture. Unless you're actually Greenlandic Inuit or indigenous, I don't think this is your story to tell.

Don't Use Sensitive Contemporary Issues in Greenland for Fandom Content

Don't use sensitive contemporary issues for fandom content, especially as an outsider. Don't be like the person I saw making angst headcanons around Greenland's high suicide rate.

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Recommended Reading

This video is a great introduction to Danish colonization of Greenland, and how I began my dive into Greenlandic history. Bear in mind that this is a 25 minute long video, so it's compressing a lot, but it's a jumping off point, not the end-all be all. Content warnings should be in the beginning of the video.

Phasing out the Colonial Status of Greenland by Erik Beukel

This is a report commissioned by the Danish government and Greenlandic Home Rule analyzing the period between 1945 and 1954, where Greenland's status was changed from that of a colony to an equal part of the Kingdom of Denmark. It's a series of political science essays looking at this period, but I found Chapter 2 the most useful, as it provides an overview of the relevant historical background factors in the relationship between Greenland and Denmark. Warning for some dated language (mostly because it uses Esk*mo at certain points) but otherwise there's not really any content warnings.

Worldviews of the Greenlanders: An Inuit Arctic Perspective by Brigitte Sonne

I haven't fully read this book so I can't totally vouch for this, but given the difficulty of accessing academic material of Greenland (especially as someone who doesn't speak or read Danish), this does fill in some much needed gaps in perspectives on Greenland. I realize the inherent problems of needing to read about Inuit perspectives in a book compiled by an outsider academic as well as the issues with the field of ethnography as a whole, but this may still be useful to some!

Articles I enjoyed that look at Greenlandic history and contemporary issues:

The Arctic Suicides: It's Not the Dark that Kills you

A Brief History of the Indignities Heaped Upon Greenland

How a failed social experiment in Denmark separated Inuit children from their families

[megashadowdragon]

Howard Zinn, Hollywood, & the Fairy Tale of American Evil: The Architects of WokeThe Architects of Woke series takes aim at far-left post-modernist and Marxist thinkers and activists responsible for the spread of identity politics from college campuses to society at large.

The fifth episode, “Howard Zinn, Hollywood, & the Fairy Tale of American Evil”, covers the influence of the late Howard Zinn. Zinn was a historian and far-left political activist best known for authoring A People's History of the United States, one of the most influential history books in both secondary and higher education. A member of the Communist Party USA at the time when Stalin was enslaving half of Europe, Zinn ignored that colonialism as he focused A People's History of the United States on the supposed horrors in American history from Columbus onward. Zinn's narrative painted a false and simplistic caricature of America's origins that has spread throughout Hollywood and our culture...

To learn more about Howard Zinn, check out the following links: A People's History of the United States - 

www . harpercollins . com/products/a-peoples-history-of-the-united-states-howard-zinn?variant=32132799004706

Zinn's Website - https://www  . howardzinn . org/

Zinn Education Project - www . zinnedproject . org/ Howard Zinn's "The Problem is Civil Disobedience" (Read by Matt Damon and Others) - historyisaweapon . com/defcon1/zinnproblemobedience . html

InfluenceWatch Entry - www . influencewatch . org/person/howard-zinn/

Right-Wing Criticism of Zinn: Debunking Howard Zinn - www . regnery . com/9781621577737/debunking-howard-zinn/

The Washington Examiner on Zinn's Communism - 

www . washingtonexaminer . com/weekly-standard/aside-from-that-he-was-also-a-red

The Wall Street Journal's "Reclaiming History From Howard Zinn" -

www . wsj . com/articles/reclaiming-history-from-howard-zinn-11558126202

Left-Wing Criticism of Zinn: The New Republic's "Agit-Prof" - newrepublic . com/article/112574/howard-zinns-influential-mutilations-american-history

Dissent Magazine Expose - www . dissentmagazine . org/article/howard-zinns-history-lessons

American Federation of Teachers Criticism: www . aft . org/sites/default/files/Wineburg . pdf

Left-Wing Defense of Zinn:

Zinnophobia - www . amazon . com/Zinnophobia-History-Education-Politics-Scholarship/dp/178535678X/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=9781785356797&linkCode=qs&qid=1576772373&s=books&sr=1-1

The Architects of Woke is hosted and directed by filmmaker Rob Montz. Montz is the co-founder and CEO of Good Kid Productions. His online documentary work has attracted millions of views and coverage in major outlets, including The Economist, USA Today, the New York Times, the Washington Post, and The Adam Carolla Podcast. His 2017 documentary “Silence U. PT 2: What Has Yale Become?,” published on We the Internet TV, won the 2018 Reason Video Prize.

my words I saw this on a advertisement it interested me so I am putting it on my blog to watch it later ( and see how people react)

some youtube comments I saw 

youtube comments

This seems to oversimplify and brush over Zinn's focus in APH. The genocides he speaks of are not fairytale. One could counter that his perspective is narrow, choosing some details for others, and focusing on the atrocities that the US has been responsible for rather than the achievements that it has made. But those atrocities still happened, and they cannot be denied. As Americans, who value individual freedom and development, we need to acknowledge that genocide and enslavement completely crush these values, and it is our duty to assure they never again occur in this country.

Zinn is completely discredited. He attributes quotes about enslaving people to Columbus, that were actually said by the natives. columbus is quoting what a native said, and Zinn tells you that those were Columbus' words. Ask yourself, why would Zinn would do that? Did you know his political ideology was Marxist? He wanted to "tear down" the existing American system and part of the plan to do so, was laid out in the "45 goals of communism for America". One of those goals was to "discredit America's Founding" and "discredit America's culture". It was ALL Soviet and Frankfurt School propaganda. It was literally planned.  But I'm guessing you didn't know they had an actual plan to do just what Zinn did. You were deliberately misled...to advance a Marxist political agenda.

Furthermore, Zinn lies about the Native populations and paints them as peaceful and noble, living in harmony with the earth. LIE. They seized lands, butchered rival tribes, enslaved others, and went about raping and pillaging. And let's not forget about the human sacrifice where they captured and cut the hearts out of live human beings. In fact, the peaceful tribes aligned with the Europeans because some of these tribes were so brutal.

[goldammerchen]

i missed some of the old fandom (even when i'm fan since around 2009) bc english isn't my first language, so i did miss a lot of the early fics (except what i decided to throw to a translator + the ones in my native language, also made by a bunch of kids so same issues), but:

searching "britannia angel hetarchive" got me here, he uses the same wand in april fools

hairl curl = ero: canon i'm 99% sure (both italies tangled(?)), now how fandom used... i did see some of it lol, some crack "lemon" fics.

texas=glasses and mariazell being austria's curl, canon. how people used it, idk.

keep calm and make pasta its just aph italy attitude + meme

mint bunnie! and more, more than once (i don't care about arthur)

the five meters have some explanation iirc but i dont remember it

america does eat burgers alot so im not surprised fandom double it down to that level lol (esp if we are talking about minors having fun)

he got the pipe of from germany's garden, the becoming one... he said something like that to china, and i remember him wanting to expand to paris (and telling france in his face)

early italy (first webcomics) is... very very clingy and annoying, guess fandom did the same or worse. the pasta part yeah thats dumb

canada being invisible was a whole gag, i saw the fans making it super emo dramatic (again, often teens if not younger), including self harm. other ones done like that were south italy and prussia.

france went on a rampage (...) in one of the first christmas event (CW!!). finland, latvia, seychelles, japan, russia, germany in maid costume... genuine dubcon there. ye olde france was touchy w spain and austria at least too (to austria twice, hungary kinda liked that). i'm not sure about him telling weirdo things to young italy bc i couldn't find that again.

hungary (2nd, first in above link) + prussia(2) being very weird while blushing with vene

prussia peeked hungary changing her bathsuit in notosama (then he got assaulted). he also likes to give people beer in glasses he already used?

the extra of an event is england, france and america naked, getting lithuania naked. poland is there too.

spain acted weird when thinking about the young italies too

the old comics about skorea and about china are awful

again, i bet the fandom did even weirder things, still didn't come from nothing.

Hey since I’m on the role of reminding y’all about cursed shit :)) here’s some more:

Britannia Angel

Hair curl = erogenous zone

Keep calm and make pasta

Englands “imaginary” friends

Oh and of course Prussia and his awesome five meters

[lil-rezzie]

Happy (belated) Easter 🐰

Hope y’all had a good one

[rebelsandtherest]

*deep inhale*

Okay listen I just have a lot of headcanons about the North America twins and where they came from, and I just need to get this story off of my chest. It is incomplete and imperfect and sloppy but I need to share it with you guys. @alfredfjonesstan​ has already listened to me rant about this saga extensively and helped me flesh out some of the details.

So to start with, I have a few underlying headcanons that I need to outline before I get into it:

All nations are born, as anyone else is, to two parents, a mom and a dad. Usually both parents are nations themselves, or far more rarely, one parent is. Even more rarely, a nation is born to two human parents. They are usually turned out early in this last situation, because they do not age or develop normally. They are often referred to as changelings or some other ‘demon child’ myth, it can be quite sad.

Many personifications (because there had to have been dozens) of the Americas as they existed before the colonizers arrived were not linked with one specific tribe, but with large swaths of cultural unity across tribes, unity across geography, language, families, etc. A ‘canon’ example of this is how England, Scotland, Prussia, or other European nations would have represented a lot of diverse and at times rival tribes and kingdoms at the same time. They are part of the land and the unified culture of otherwise diverse groups of people, even if those people don’t always get along.

Nations are usually born a few hundred years before their “land” or “people” come into being. They are, in this way, a glimpse into the future of their land and their people even before their “people” exist as such. For this reason, the infancy of nations is an incredibly vulnerable time, especially when older nations are trying to overpower their young rivals before they’re big enough to fight back.

This all being said:

Alfred and Matthew are identical twins born to the personifications of what was once called Vinland and the area of North America that is historically associated with the tribes linked by the Algonquin language.

So, the twins�� dad is the personification of the Algonquin-speaking tribes (and there were a lot of them!) very roughly centered around what is now the Great Lakes, parts of Ontario, Quebec, Maine, and other far-northern bits of what is now the United States.

Their mother was the personification of Norse-settled North America, which I will call Vinland, because Vinland was the most successful area for the various attempts at Norse settlements.

Vinland, I believe, was born in Iceland as a “changeling” child, and traveled across the Atlantic quite by accident on a ship blown off course. She landed in North America and lived on her own for quite some time until Norway, Iceland, and Denmark found her around 1000 C.E. They took her in as one of their own (little sister!) and taught her the way of nations. She grew quickly and became a self-reliant person with an aptitude for navigation and languages, but was never as strong as her brothers. Then, around 1100 C.E., she disappeared. The Nordics had begun to draw out of North America, and went looking for her to bring her home to Norway, but she was never found. For many years after, they assumed she had passed away when the last settlement failed.

Little did they know, she hadn’t gone anywhere. She traveled inland, navigating across the bays and streams of what is now Canada to travel toward the Great Lakes. She was living on her own, but having a rough time of it in the winter. Eventually, she met the representative of the Algonquin tribes, and she was shocked and pleased to meet someone like herself. It took her a while to pick up any of the many dialects of his language, but once she did they hit it off quite well. He was intrigued by her story, as he had heard of the easterners who’d taken up settlements in the islands off the eastern coasts, but had never met anyone from the settlements personally. They exchanged stories of the stars, navigation, places they’d seen and stories they’d heard. She told him that her last settlement had failed, and she was unsure where she would go or how much longer she would live. He offered to let her stay on his lands, for however much longer she might need, so long as she remained peaceful. She accepted his offer, and remained largely independent.

After many years living as neighbors and later, as friends, their companionship grew closer and eventually the two fell in love. Vinland did not realize she was pregnant for some time, and made a point to stay well away from the baby’s father, as she was not sure how he would react to such news. Around the year 1300, she carried and delivered twins on her own, in early autumn, in the wilds along the banks of the Ontario. Her lover found out that he was a father when she showed up at his home a few months after the birth with twin boys strapped to her back. When he asked where on earth she’d been and why on earth she’d hidden such news from him, she shrugged in a bashful sort of way and explained that she had been ‘busy’. Nevertheless, he was ecstatic to meet the boys.

His excitement was dulled slightly by a strange feeling he got in the pit of his stomach upon seeing the boy’s bright blond hair. Their skin was darker, like his, but their hair and eyes were light like their mother’s, and it gave him pause for reasons he could not articulate. Still, he helped raise them from infancy, and the unusual pair of parents lived together for many years as they struggled to keep their children safe through several long winters.

A few decades after the twins were born, their mother began to fade, mentally. Her memory began to falter and disappear, and her strength with them. She longed for home, but was unable to tell her lover or anyone else where ‘home’ was. One night, after hugging her children tight and putting them to bed, she wandered away and was never seen again.

The twins’ father raised them after this, and as they grew, he made a point to be frank with them about their mother: that she had passed away, even though she was a nation. He taught them the ways of his people, their many dialects, their political entanglements with each other, their songs and their stories. He taught them how best to hunt and fish and care for the lands they shared, and how to read the stars at night. Though his boys were still barely more than infants, he took them with him almost everywhere, determined that they would know all they needed to know by the time they were grown.

It all seemed to shift when the colonizers arrived.

The same sinking feeling that struck his belly when he first lay eyes on his sons struck again when he saw the Europeans on the banks of the river for the first time. He knew then what his sons were, what they meant. He realized why they had survived when their mother had not. Their mother was the daughter of colonizers from one age, but his own sons would be the stewards of the next generation. Sad and furious, he began to resent his sons, resent their blond hair. He longed to keep them close and coddle them, to block out all thoughts of what horrors they were destined for. As more and more colonizers poured in from the east across the ocean, more and more he felt the need to withdraw, to hide, to consolidate his peoples and confederate against the new threat of the white colonizers.

His boys, he knew, were too European for such an undertaking. Even the possibility that one or both of them was the representation of a future European  meant he could not quarter them in his home. He knew they would never belong with his people, and would only incite fear in his land if he allowed them to stay.  Likewise, it was unlikely that the colonizers would take them in as their own, with their lack of European tongues and dark skin. If he were a man of stronger spirit, he thought, perhaps he would attempt to snuff them out himself, to save himself the misery. He was never able to consider such a course of action with any true conviction.

Not knowing what else to do, their father separated the twins, one to the north banks of what is now the St. Lawrence river, the other to the south. In this way, he hoped that whatever colonial threat they may pose would be split in two and diminished for as long as possible. He left them on the very edge of the colonial settlements, hoping and fearing in equal measure that the colonizers would find them and take pity. Else, he hoped some of his brothers and sisters would find the children and care for them in ways he had not been able to devise. The twins never saw their father again, though later in life, they would spend years searching in vain.

In the end, of course, colonizing Europeans found both both boys. First, they were discovered by humans, and later, drawn in by the unusual tales of feral half-white children raised by natives, nations themselves would take notice.

Francis Bonnefoy was the first to recognize the twin sent to the north, and was the one to give him his name, Matthieu, meaning ‘gift of the lord’. With much difficulty and through the significant help of human nannies of both European and American persuasion, Francis coaxed the boy into learning French, and raised him as his own.

Tino Väinämöinen and Berwald Oxenstierna were, respectively, the first nations to lay eyes on the twin sent to the south. However, the language barrier between the nations and their young counterpart remained so strong that they did not venture to name him. The boy became quite attached to Tino, and cried when he was taken away and placed in the charge of the Netherlands. Netherlands made no significant inroads across the language barrier before he sold his holdings in America to England. When Arthur Kirkland arrived in the Americas, he found the southern twin lonely, angry, sharing no common tongue with his guardians, and crying often for his parents or beloved caretakers of the past. Determined to understand the child despite the many obstacles, Arthur became one of the few reliable parts of the boy’s life, and for this, the boy became severely attached to him, despite Kirkland’s initially cold exterior. When the boy began to speak English, however, he very quickly wormed his way into Arthur’s heart, and it was at this point that Arthur gave him a name. Not just any name, a name that was very dear to his own heart: the name of his first, his greatest, one of his most humble and heroic of kings: Alfred.

The rest, as they say, is history.

Matthew and Alfred both remember their parents, but vaguely, and very distantly. They’ve always known their father’s identity as the representative of the Algonquin tribes around the Great Lakes, and they knew their mother was a European of some variety, but neither knew details, and neither of them even knew when, exactly, they had been born. This changed in the mid to late 20th century, when archaeologists began to re-identify Vinland. These discoveries allowed the twins to do the math and consider geographic logistics. They were quite shocked to realize that:

Their mother was likely Vinland herself

They had most likely been born centuries earlier than anyone, including themselves, had assumed.

They shared their discoveries with others, and no one was quite as shocked or as pleased as Mathias Kohler, who’d been distraught beyond consolation when his little sister had gone missing. He adopted the twins into his strange little family without a second thought. The other Nordics, though dumbfounded by the revelation that their sister had had not one, but two children, followed suit. They shared stories about the twins’ mother, and the twins described anecdotes about her and their father from their own foggy memories as well as through anecdotes passed down by their father.

The story of how Vinland showed up one day with two infants on her back to tell their father that he was, in fact, a father, particularly tickled Mathias.

“Ja, that sounds like something she would do, she was always too independent for her own good,” he would giggle at the mental image, “fuckin’ queen!”

To the present, Matthew and Alfred still speak to each other in the myriad of Algonquin dialects they learned as children, seeking intimacy and privacy in a language so few others share. They speak of their father, their many uncles and aunts whom they’ve only ever heard of in songs, only ever met in the briefest of encounters, and whether or not any of them are still out there, whether their fates are the twins’ fault. They speak of their childhood on the banks of the Ontario and sit arm-in-arm, determined that they will never again be flung so far apart astride any border, be it river, mountain, or plain.

[s0n0fapancake]

Happy late birthday to the North American bros and Hong Kong! 🎉🎉🎉

Bros having a birthday bash 😎👌🏽

If your birthday ain’t this lit don’t invite me lmao

I drew two versions since with the NA bros since they both just had a birthday.

Oh and I’m now adopting Australia and New Zealand as precious babies, there’s not enough coloured (skin) art of them. 👊🏽🤠

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NA bros as children

so- i was talking to my friends about Mattie and Alfred as children- possibly being darker skin and even hair due to their mothers (my oc-) genes being a bit stronger then their dads(sweden and norway) so i drew them in traditional breechcloth and leggings and also viking clothing as well

[tyiaunia-harris]

Native America and her children

Native America and her three amazing children, and all of thier amazing tribe's before her death and their colonization by their new caregivers.