#aph tunisia

[kuehmiyue]

experimenting

[peonycats]

MISC ART DUMP 2

from top to bottom, left to right:

South Korea and Japan (Unidentified anime, circa 1980s)

South Korea and Japan (Genga edition)

China (squints)

UAE, Bahrain, Jordan, Palestine (Shami on khaleeji violence)

Algeria (This was actually my first real attempt to redesign him!)

Algeria, Tunisia and Libya (Algeria and Libya have no idea what this is for)

Djibouti, Algeria, Israel, Ghana (booted out)

BONUS:

[monaluisa]

Live footage of me writing my next fanfic. All my random ass posting about Tuscany and Tunisia is gonna make sense you guys I swear--

[0mega-x]

Tunisia: Where is Algeria? I've been looking for him but I can't find him! He's hiding from me...

Morocco: Hold on, I got this.

Morocco: One two three!

Algeria, tearing through a wall: VIVA L'ALGERIE!!!

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One for my country 🇹🇳 anyways follow me on TikTok XXX_whoiam_XXX

[ariuka-munkh]

In the summer silence, I was doing nothing

In the summer silence, I was getting violent

| APH Sahara Desert | + the Desert series

| APH Algeria; APH Chad; APH Egypt; APH Libya; APH Mali, APH Mauritania; APH Morocco; APH Niger; APH Western Sahara; APH Sudan; & APH Tunisia |

[recbeetch]

i have this headcanon that Thanina has a sharp fashion style (ethnic but make it casual chic???) but she absolutely can't get out of her comfort zone without looking like cheba sabah in her early days. in other words, yes, she secretly owns a pair of LED sneakers and yes, Tunisia (rightfully) bullies her for it.

[hetalia-content-creators]

NAME : @peonycats ROLES: Headcanon, Fanart, Reblog BLOG TYPE: Hetalia blog WARNINGS: #Historical, #current events, #politics

[ask-morocco-aph]

Morocco dislikes when Algeria approaches Sahrawi Arab and Western Sahara XD. ((doesn't she have a Yandere side?)) 

[ask-aph-lebanon]

so @aph-algeria-blog and I were discussing relations and such and we fell upon true subject of french and arab countries that share the french influence, so I made this kinda dumb sketch

The Algeria and Tunisia designs belong to @aph-algeria-blog and the beautiful Morocco design belongs to @ask-morocco-aph

[kuehmiyue]

my first attempt at ryoko kui inspired busts [repost from my old acc]

[peonycats]

Francophobia wins

BONUS:

A rough doodle i did for redesigning alge!

[monaluisa]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Hetalia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Tuscany/Tunisia (Hetalia), Rome (Hetalia) & Original Character(s), Etruria & Rome (Hetalia), Carthage & Rome (Hetalia) Characters: Hetalia Original Character(s), Rome (Hetalia), Ancient Greece (Hetalia), Tuscany (Hetalia), Tunisia (Hetalia), Sardinia (Hetalia), North Italy (Hetalia), South Italy (Hetalia), Etruria (Hetalia) Additional Tags: Historical Hetalia, Angst, Ancient Rome, Character Study, Human & Country Names Used (Hetalia), Archaeology, Period Typical Attitudes, Grief/Mourning, Rome's A+ Parenting (Hetalia), Slavery, Renaissance Era, Italian Unification, Brutus and Achilles-verse Summary:

There was a hunger in Tiberius that shook at his bones, a lament that trickled through his soul until it overflowed, pouring out all the contents of his memory and all the aches of his heart into his dreams.

A thousand burnt offerings in Tarquinii, his father’s hands covered with ram’s blood as he begged the gods to strike down his brother. The scores of lonely nights Tiberius spent sleeping on the stone balcony as Rome and Etruria did battle beneath him. The stiff limbs of the wolves as they began to rot, the cry that rose over the hills, and finally, the sight of Romulus entering the palace, hunched beneath the weight of Mamarce’s pallid corpse.

Tiberius awoke, and the hunger lingered still.

 Tuscany wants nothing more than to understand the legacy of his father, Etruria. What begins as him telling stories to Carthage's enslaved descendants becomes a journey that lasts from the fall of Carthage to the eve of Italian Unification. As the centuries pass, as he begins a relationship with Tunisia, watches empires rise and fall, witnesses Europe grow reformed, then enlightened, and finally mad with nationalist fury, Tuscany always returns to the one place his father lives yet--the Tomb of the Wolves.

🚨My incoherent rambling about Tuscany and Tunisia is finally making sense 🚨This is not a drill🚨Sons of Naught stans where you at 🚨

[daoquin]

Sericris Cafe  chapter 2

quick note, Rayem is Tunisia and Fatiha is Morocco 

João awoke to the noise of his phone alarm cutting shrilly through the previously calm and quiet room. He moved to go get it, but in doing so, fell off his bed. He sat up and grabbed his phone, shutting off his alarm. He checked his messages, and saw that he had missed a call from Fatiha (she had left a voicemail though), but no messages from Sadik. He listened to the voicemail from Fatiha, in which it was her reminding him that that her plane would be landing in the afternoon.

He decided that he would deal with that after he ate some breakfast. He walked into the kitchen and realized that he had absolutely no food, let alone anything that he could cook with. A trip to the was in need. He sighed and walked outside his apartment before realizing that he had absolutely no clue where the nearest store was. He pulled out his phone and got the address to the nearest store. Thankfully it was only a half mile walk from his home.

He set out and took note of the interesting shops along the way. There was a knife shop that he would make sure to visit, he did need a decent set of knives for the cafe. There was also butchers advertising that their meats were the freshest in town. And lastly there was a bakery that smelt absolutely amazing when he walked past it, that just so happened to be right by the store.

He walked in and took notice of the sign that said the produce was fresh from local farms. He glanced around the rest of the store, noticing that it was rather small. He grabbed a basket and looked to see what was in the produce section. Some apples, blackberries, various herbs, and bell peppers seemed to be what was the cheapest; so he grabbed a pack of blackberries, two apples and a small amount of basil.

Next he walked down the aisle with the refrigerated items. He grabbed a dozen eggs, butter, and a half gallon of milk. He browsed the rest of the store, resisting the urge to pick up some fancy spices that he knew he had somewhere in his luggage. He did put a chocolate bar in his basket before walking to the check out. The cashier was fast in checking out his items and soon enough he was walking out of the store and into the bakery.

He looked at the few types of bread that the bakery had. He decided on a normal loaf of bread meant for sandwiches. It was a cheap loaf so he also got a few croissants to have for a meal later.

He walked outside with now three bags of food and decided that he would walk home before he lost track of time to look at knives and the butchers meats. He started walking to his home and cast a few longing glances to the previously mentioned shops. He got halfway home before he realized that he had completely forgotten about purchasing cookware. He looked down at his bags and decided that it would be for the best that he waited until later to get them.

He finally got to his home and placed his bags down on the counter. He swiftly put away the groceries, but left out the apples  He checked the time and sighed in relief when it was only noon and decided that he would make himself a small breakfast and do a bit of organizing before he went to the airport to pick up Fatiha.

He devoured one of the apples then went to his room to grab his spices, then put them into one of the smaller kitchen cabinets. He heard his phone go off, ad he checked it. One text from Sadik.

“Hey, would you like to go out for lunch sometime soon” the text read.

“Sure, I’ll be able to go in the next few days” João replied. He was excited to be able to see Sadik again, yet he had other responsibilities that he had to attend to, the cafe and Fatiha being the main ones. His phone dinged again, this time it was Fatiha

“Plane landed early, going through customs now” attached to the text was a picture of her in front of the plane, grinning, her headscarf billowing slightly from the breeze. He received another text from her, “There better be food in the pantry by the time I get to the apartment!” this text was sent with more of a playful undertone, although it did remind that he should probably buy some utensils and cookware before she gets to the apartment; and so for the second time that day he set forth from the apartment, but this time in the opposite direction for a bigger general store.

He walked for a mile to the general store and walked in. This store was much larger than the previous one, and João sighed a breath of relief, this one was bound to have all the cookware that he needed. He walked up to a worker and asked,

“Excuse me, do you know where the cookware is?”

“Yes, it’s in aisle 9 down that way.” the worker pointed to the left side of the store. João thanked him and walked off into the direction that the worker pointed in. He very quickly found what he was looking for beside the utensils, plates and bowls. He picked up a boxed set of pans and pots, then realized that there was no way he was walking home with it, for as heavy as it was. He put it back and instead grabbed the small packs of bowls and utensils. He walked to the self checkout aisle and paid for his items.

He sighed and began his trek home, then sped up when he realized that he wanted to get to there before Fatiha. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case. When he returned, he found the to be cracked open, and a few bags of stuff beside the door. He walked inside and placed his bad down on the counter again. He then went to grab the bags from the outside and placed them in the front room. He heard a door swing open and footsteps approach him. He turned around happily and embraced the person looking at him.

“And here I thought you were a thief here to steal my things from beneath my nose.” Fatiha joked and left their embrace.

“I feel as if a thief would be smarter than that.” João joked back.

“Yeah, yeah, c’mon and help me with the bags.” she replied and picked up half of the remaining bags, leaving the rest for João to pick up. He did so and followed her to her room, setting them down neatly beside her other bags.

“Alright, I can unpack later, but for now I think we should go check out our property. We shouldn’t waste any time on getting started and opened.” Fatiha suggested, and João nodded his agreement. They walked outside their apartment and flagged down a taxi. It took about ten minutes to get there.

They walked into their cafe, and was rather pleased to find that the previous owner had left their chairs and tables. They walked into the kitchen area and stared on checking the oven and stoves for any potential gas leakes, in which they found none. Next they ran an empty load on the dishwasher, after cleaning out it’s individual components and filling it with clean water. They had made a list of the things that they would need to buy to start operating.When they finished with all that, the pair sat down at one of the tables and began discussing.

“I like this place, it should be fairly easy to operate and maintain once we open.” Fatiha said simply.

“I agree, it’s also in a very popular and busy part of town, so we should be making decent money, we just gotta start hiring after we purchase the things we need.” João added. They discussed the various things they wanted to add to the cafe  for a while before deciding that they should be going home, although a little trip to the store to get some more food for dinner was in need, berries and eggs weren’t going to cut it on their own.

They looked around the various stores for a few minutes, before deciding on one of the shops that seemed as if it would have the things that they were looking for. They walked in and walked straight to the deli aisle. He greeted them with a friendly smile.

“Hello, I’m Rayem, I’m the shop owner,” he greeted them, then looked at Fatiha, “We can always put in orders for specific dietary needs, I completely understand. Everything also comes fresh from the butchers, so no worries there”

“Thank you for clarifying that, it saves me the hassle of asking. Can we please get a ¼ pound of turkey.” Fatiha replied.

“Of course, I wouldn’t sell my products to people if I couldn't eat it myself.”

João told Fatiha that he was going to browse the store for the few other ingredients they needed for sandwiches. She nodded in agreement and he walked off to the produce section. He grabbed a tomato and a bag of lettuce, then he walked back to where Fatiha was. He stopped when he realized that she was having a full blown conservation with Rayem in their native language, so he walked off and browsed the various  aisles. He saw a few things that he would like to come back and buy. He finally walked back to where Fatiha and Rayem were.

“Are we ready?” he asked when they turned to look at him after finishing their conversation. Fatiha nodded, he noticed that she looked rather happy, undoubtedly from whatever they were talking about.

“Here, i can ring the both of you up over here.” Rayem nodded to the till between the deli the start of the produce. Fatiha and João walked over to the till, where Rayem rung them up. He bid them farewell, and wished a good rest of their day. They left and flagged down a taxi. They give the driver their address.

Eventually they found themselves in their apartment, and set down their dinner beside the bowls.

“Did you get plates? Or do we need to go out again?” Fatiha asked. João groaned, and she laughed, “I was just joking, I swear.”

“Good, I’m not going to another store today.”

“We’re not, I swear.” she laughed and started getting the things they would need to make sandwiches.

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