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most-hated-blorbo-bracket · 1 year ago

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any chance of an updated list?

Of course!!

Also, this is the NEW and FUCKING IMPROVED LIST, I alphabetized it so it’s even better than before >:3

Currently, we have 340 unique characters (if I counted right) and 487 total submissions. The top three most submitted fandoms are Homestuck, Danganronpa, and One Piece, excluding submissions that were spelt wrong or spelt differently. The top three submitted characters are Haiji Towa, Vriska Serket, and Stella Goeta (stella has so many submissions it’s funny)!

Finally, this is the raw, unedited list of characters submitted so far. Just because they are here doesn’t mean they’ll be in the tournament; it just means they’ve been submitted, regardless of media or what character they are!

as always, list under the cut!

This first list is for characters with two or more submissions. Characters who have three or more submissions will get first dibs in the tournament!

Akechi Goro

Akio Ohtori / Himemiya

Anakin Skywalker

Ansem the Wise

April O’Neil (2012)

Ardyn Izunia

Ayin

Azula

Bill Cipher

Boston

Bramblestar

Buzz McCallister

Caillou

Chibiusa

Childe

Cici

Cullen Rutherford

Darkstalker

Dazai Osamu

Dio

Dio (Zero Escape)

Donald Trump

Donquixote Doflamingo

Dr. John ‘Jack’ Seward

Drannus

Eichi Tenshouin

Elias Bouchard/Jonah Magnus

Eridan Ampora

Evan Hansen

Every Genshin Impact Character Ever

Glenn Quagmire

George Wickham

Greg Heffley

Haiji Towa

Happosai

Her Imperious Condescension

Higashikata Josuke

Huey Emmerich

Ibara Saegusa

Izzy Hands

Jace Herondale / Wayland / Lightwood / Morgenstern

Jin Guangyao

John Gaius

Julia Mazzone

Junko Enoshima

Jurgen Leitner

Katsuki Bakugo

Kokichi Ouma

Kristoph Gavin

Kromer

Kusaka Masato

Kylo Ren

Kyubey

Lance Dubois

Le’garde

Live Action Buggy

Makima

Mal

Marvin Falsettos

Meenah Peixes

Merlin

Micah Bell

Michael

Minoru Mineta

Mr. Bungee

Pierce Hawthorne

Pierre

Princess Daisy

Ranpo Edogawa (Beast)

Regal Farseer

Ronaldo

Rose Quartz

Santa Claus

Sasuke Uchiha

Scrappy Doo

Sentinel Prime

Shiver

Shou Tucker

Simon

Simon Laurent

Sosuke Aizen

Spamton

Stella Goetia

Teddy / Kuma

The Maverick

The Metatron

The Once-Ler

Thistleclaw

Tony Stark

Tsumugi Aoba

Ty Betteridge

Val Velocity

Viren

Vriska Serkat

William Afton

c!Dream

Ōchi Fukuchi

The next list is for characters only submitted once. If you want these characters to have a higher chance of being added to the tournament, feel free to submit more propaganda for them!

Absalom

Abyss Sibling

Adam

Agamemnon

Airy

Akane

Akito Shinonome

Akito Sohma

Alastor

Alexander Hamilton

Ali Lectric

All For One

Aloise Trancy

Anatole Kuragin

Angel Dust

Anne Hathaway

Any Character From Welcome to Nightvale

Anyone From The Locked Tomb

Aranea Serkat

Ashfur

Astarion

Asuka

Bella Swan

Ben Jackson Walker

Betsy Wolfe

Billy

Billy Hargrove

Black Pete

Blackbeard

Blitzo Buckzo

Booker

Box

Bro-Strider

Buck Cluck

Buzz (cheerios)

Byakuya Togami

Caesar Clown

Caliborn / Lord English

Captain Kuro

Cersei Iannister

Chloe Bourgeois

Chris McClain

Chrollo Lucifer

Cicero

Clara Oswald

Coco

Cozy Glow

Cynte

Damian Wayne

Dan Moroboshi

Dean Venture

Dean Winchester

Detective Saracusa

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd

Disembodied Voice

Don Flamenco

Dr. Henry Miller

Drew

Duke

Edelgard

Elias Ainsworth

Elon Musk

Equius Zahhak

Erebus

Eric Cartman

Erlina and Brugaves

Eugene Coli

Every Single Country In 1993

Everyone In Romeo And Juliet

Father / Dwarf In The Glass

Feferi Peixes

Five

Five Pebbles

Floch

Foreman Oyun

France (Hetalia)

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

Gamzee Makara

Georg Weissmann

God

Goeffry St. John

Gordon Blackwall

Graham Spector

Gra’ha Tia

Haiji Senri

Heath cliff

Henry Miller (OC)

Henry the Eighth

Himiko Toga

Hisoka

Hiyoko Saionji

Holly Blue Agate

House

Huey Laforet

Ianthe Tridentarius

Il Dottore

Inspector Tobias Greyson

Itsuki Shu

Izumi Sena

Jacopo Bearzatti

James T. Kirk

Jayne Cobb

Jiren

Joe Destefano

Johnny

Jonah Magnus

Jonathan Groff

Judith Ford / Natalie Cook

Judo

Julia

Julie-Sue

Ken

Kevin

Kusunoki Muu

Kyouichi Saionji

Ladd Russo

Lady Catherine de Bourgh

Lebreau Fermet Viralesque

Light Yagami

Liontari

Lotor

Louie

Louis

Luke

Mahiru Koizumi

Makoto Itou

Marie

Marlon

Mary Keay

Master Crown

Matou Shinji

Matpat

Medusa Gorgon

Meredith Rodney McKay

Michael Scott

Miguel O’Hara

Millions Knives

Moash

Moeka Kiryuu

Monokubs (Except Monodam)

Mori Ougai

Morris

Mr. Collins

Ms. Valentine

Muu Kusunoki

Muzan Kibutsuji

Mystery Hunter (Jeremiah Hartley)

Nagito Komaeda

Nanami Kiryuu

Narumi

Natsumi Sakasaki

Nefera DeNile

Nickel

Nikola Tesla

Noor Pradesh

Ocelot

Octavian

Ogai Mori

Orochi

Otto Apocalypse

Paul Von Oberstein

Pencil

Petyr Baelish / Littlefinger

Prince Louis

Queen Scarlet

Quiche

Quill Kipps

Rafal (FEE)

Rafal (SGE)

Rafe Cameron

Randy

Raven Queen

Rebecca Costwolds

Redd White

Riley Finn

Roger

Rohan Kishibe

Roland

Roshi

Rumpelstiltskin

Ruruka Ando

Sakazuki Akainu

Sandy

Sanji

Sebastian Mechaelis

Sheldon Cooper

Shen Jiu

Shiki Tohno/Nanaya

Shinonomes (both)

Shredder

Sigma Klim

Silver Spoon

Skizzleman

Slayer

Solf J. Kimblee

So Sejima

Splinter

Stark Sands

Steven Universe

Stormcaller

Subara Akehoshi

Tatsumi Kazehaya

Teruhashi Makoto

Teruteru

The Eleventh Doctor

The Entirety Of Homestuck

The Groke

The Little Palace Mistress

The Mage

The New Ninja

The Old Palace Master

The Operator

The Pale King

Tim Drake

Tom Wambsgans

Tomaru Sawagoe

Touichiro Suzuki

Trishna

Tumblr Staff

Valens Van Varro

Verstael Besithia

Victor Frankenstein

Vivienne Medranno’s Impsona

Voice In The Calm Ad On Spotify

Volgin

Wanderer/Scaramouche

Wen Chao

Whiteout, Clearsight, and Benjamin

Will Shuester

Willy Stampler

Woodes Rogers

Xisuma

Yoshiharu Hisomu

Yu Ziyuan

Yumichika Ayasegawa

Yuri Briar

Zeke Jaeger

Zenos Galvus

Zhou Zishu

#mod speaks #not a poll #most hated blorbo bracket #ask answered #this is very silly

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aph-canada-headcanons · 10 months ago

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Headcanon: Snowstorms as annoying as they are are Canada’s favorite. There is nothing like going out and doing snowy activities.

Headcanon: He and his s/o have made a game of trying to find Kumajasnow in snow banks. It’s always adorable to see little bear ears peaking out of the snow.

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netherzon · 11 months ago

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Chapter 1 of Bear Jail

Exactly what it sounds like. Kuma gets put in Polar Bear Jail.

(note, there are no Hetalia characters other than Kuma in this chapter, but there will be in the next one I promise!)

Rating: T for language

Content Warnings: discussions of animal abuse and the exotic pets black market.

It was around 2pm when their hotline went off.

“Hello, hello! You have reached the emergency Polar Bear B Gone hotline.” Riley snorts from her desk across the room.

It was an unconventional hotline. There were only 900 people in this town anyway, and most of them had interacted with their team before. It was probably fine.

“Caleb?”

Yup. “That’s me.”

“Aha, I thought it sounded like you. It’s me, Bob? You answered the phone two weeks ago when that other rascal got caught by the fire hall while we were celebrating my niece’s engagement party?”

“Uh huh?”

“They’ve broken up now, by the way. I heard her say you were pretty cute at the engagement party, should’ve seen the end coming really. Are you single by any chance?”

“You called because you saw a polar bear right?” Caleb quickly changes the subject, “There’s a fine if you called this hotline for non polar bear purposes.” He wasn't actually sure if there was a fine, but it felt like there should be.

It has the effect of getting Bob back on track anyway, “Yes! Right, I live in Zone 2, and there’s a bear sniffing around my shed.”

Caleb gestures towards Riley that she should start mobilizing their capture team, “Any identifiable traits? Can you see a tracking collar”

“No to both.”

“Adult or juvenile?”

“Looks like an adult to me.”

“Does it seem hungry?”

“Well, yes, but not the way I think you mean.”

Caleb frowns, “What does that mean?”

Bob clears his throat on the other end of the line, “Well, it’s just— it’s just sitting by the door to the shed. Like a dog. It looks like a healthy weight. It hasn’t tried to break in, but I think I also saw it trying to open the door with its mouth?? Like it was biting the door handle and trying to turn it. But other than that it hasn’t gotten very, uh, physical? But I think it can see me too, if that makes sense? It looks at me sometimes. Like it's waiting for me to open the door for it.” Bob’s voice gets lower with each word, like he’s afraid the bear will hear him,”It’s very creepy. Never seen a bear act that way in all my life. And I’ve lived in the Polar Bear Capital of the World for 50 odd years now, so that’s really saying something!”

Caleb gets stuck on the idea of the bear trying to open doors, especially in a way so obviously learned from humans. The goal of their work was to make cohabitation safer for humans and bears by minimizing interactions between them. By maintaining a healthy feeling of caution on both sides. Humans stay away from bears. Bears stay away from humans. Nobody gets into any trouble.

If this bear had already learned how to open doors though…. If it was so familiar with this already that it really didn’t bother just trying to knock the door down, something it could probably do easily if it's an adult.....

“Hello?

Caleb is knocked out of his thoughts by Bob’s staticy voice over the phone, “Yeah, yeah, I’m here. We’re on our way over, alright?”

“Alright”

~~~~~~~

The rest of the team are almost finished getting dressed when Caleb enters the garage.

Dereck looks over at him, everything he says underscored by the sound of his long, graying beard scratching the waterproof material of their jackets, “Details?”

Caleb grabs a sweater and starts listing:

“Zone 2,” dress warmly, bring cracker shells.

“Large, probably an adult,” pack regular dose tranq darts.

Dereck nods along with each point, “Way ahead of you.” He gestures for everyone to get in their trucks.

Caleb hesitates pulling on his gloves, and Dereck notices.

“Is there anything else, kid?” Dereck asks.

He considers mentioning the behavior Bob described, but, “Nah, nothing ‘bout the bear,” he raises his voice to be heard over the noise of multiple engines starting, “Just thought everyone should know it's Joey’s cousin again!”

He hears someone in the third truck groan loudly. The window starts rolling down, but Joey’s head is already poking out when it's only halfway, “Bobby?!”

Caleb only has to grin for Joey to go off again, “The bear’s sniffing around his shed too, ain’t it?!” Joey leans further out the window, “You know, he told me he was going ice fishing a few days ago. That moron left the fish guts in his shed again, I’d bet money on it!”

“Alright, that’s enough chit chat,” Dereck admonishes, “you can rip your cousin a new asshole after we’ve scared off the bear who wants to do it for you, Joey.”

He gives Caleb his own disappointed father look, before climbing into the first truck.

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“Remind me which cousin this is, and do they live on Airport Lane or Airport Road?”

Caleb looks at Riley in the driver’s seat, leaning forward so the end of her braid doesn’t press uncomfortably into her back, “Airport Road, close to where it changes into Lake Road and Farnworth Road.”

“Got it,” Riley says. Her voice is low and smooth. He always prefers riding over with her.

On the way over he sends the message he always sends to his wife before every job like this: “

“You were acting strange in the garage,” Riley says, and Caleb flinches. It’s no use denying it. Riley is too perceptive, and now he’s stuck in a confined space with her.

“Bobby told me the bear was acting strange.”

“Strange how? Is it injured or something?” Riley asks, confused. An injured bear would be a completely different task for them. Caleb would’ve mentioned it to the team if that were the case.

“No, it seems…” he pauses, “I don’t know.”

Riley presses again, “Seems what?”

Caleb collects his thoughts, and then cautiously asks, “Hey, do you think it's possible polar bears are still going through the black market as pets?”

Riley snorts with derision this time, “Do I think its possible? Not only possible, I’d be surprised if they’re not. I know its hard for us to understand how anybody could do that, but I wouldn’t put anything past someone with enough money to get away with it.”

“Okay, so, what if somebody released that pet polar bear up here?”

Riley frowns outright. Her grip on the steering tightens, “You think it was a pet?”

“Bobby told me,” Caleb says cautiously, “that the bear tried to open a door the way a human would. By using the knob. That it wanted to get into his shed, but it didn’t just break down the door, it tried to turn the knob.”

Riley blows a lock of graying hair out of her eyes as she considers this. After a moment, her shoulders slump, and she speaks with a new sadness, “It must’ve seen humans do that a lot.”

Caleb sighs, sinking with the weight of it, “Yeah.”

~~~~~~~

When they arrive, the bear is still sitting patiently by the door of the shed. The only sign that it's moved is the circle of snow packed down around the shed’s perimeter.

He sees Derek and the rest of the crew speaking to Bobby through the door of his house about 7 meters away. They are all facing the bear, but they shoot disturbed looks at Riley and Caleb when their truck pulls up.

“What’s going on?” Riley asks, taking in their tense stances.

“Nothing!” Joey whisper-shouts, wide eyes still fixed on the polar bear, “Nothing is going on! It just sits there!”

Derek shakes his head in warning and begins shifting down the porch stairs towards them. “What’s up with this bear, Caleb?” he asks. His tone is deadly serious.

He decides to keep it short. “We think it didn’t come here from the wild. That it used to be someone’s pet.”

Riley nods. Derek’s eyes widen with understanding, before he curses. They all eye the bear. The Bear stares back at them. Now that the team is aware of it, all its other behaviors fall into place. It’s not starving even in the off season because somebody’s been feeding it. It doesn’t break the door down because food has always been given to it. It stares at them expectantly now because it’s always been humans giving it that food.

It doesn’t fundamentally change the mission, but it does change a lot about the mechanics of it. They still don’t know where it came from, if somebody dropped it off here or if it escaped from somewhere. It might be easier to convince it to get into one of their transport tubes, but it could also be harder. People could convince themselves they could turn a bear into a tame house pet, but it was always a roll of the dice. Plus, they weren’t trained on how to interact with the bears this way. They’re entire goal was to make sure the bears didn’t get familiar with humans or associate them with food. It seemed like they’d already lost that battle here.

“Alright,” Derek starts, ready now to give them directions, “we probably won’t be able to scare it away from town like we’d usually do. If it was a pet it will probably just come back to where the people are anyway, and if it doesn’t know how to hunt on its own it won’t survive out there either. Our best bet is to get it in a transport tube, bring it back to the center for further assessment, and if it can’t live in the wild we’ll just have to find a zoo or sanctuary or something that can take him in. Understood? This has turned into a capture mission.”

The team give a chorus of “Understood!” In response. While they are apprehensive, it’s all they really can do. The bear can’t stay here.

Their usual techniques are ineffective though. Nothing they do shakes it. The bear watches them bang pots and pans and set off firecrackers with total passivity. They turn on the engines of their car and rev them as loud as they can with no response. They can’t use tranq rounds cause they wouldn’t be able to bring it to the transport tube on their own. They try for 20 minutes, edging closer and closer. The bear just refuses to move.

Out of sheer desperation, Caleb does possibly the stupidest thing he’s ever done.

He decides to talk to it.

With shaking hands, he calls out, “Hey!” It’s a small test. Just wanting to see how the bear reacts.

His team shoot him deadly looks, warning him not to do what he’s about to do.

The bear though, the bear responds by looking directly at him. It doesn’t charge him, or growl, or display any other signs of aggression. Caleb forges on.

“Are ya hungry?” He asks. To all of their shock the bear almost looks like it nods. Its attention is focused even more on Caleb now.

“Do you wanna eat?” His voice shakes with fear. Not me, he wants to add. He knows if the bear decides that’s what it was hungry for, though, there’d be nothing he could do about it.

This time, the bear heaves itself up on all fours. The rest of his team clutch their tranq guns nervously as they all watch the bear walk towards Caleb. Caleb also watches nervously, but he doesn’t raise his own gun. Scenes from How to Train Your Dragon flash through his mind, and he comes to the irrational conclusion that he also needs to lay down his weapons to gain the beast’s trust.

The bear doesn’t seem to notice or care either way. It walks right up to Caleb, leans in. Caleb can smell it’s bad breath as the bear sniffs him once, twice, and then obediently sits back down in front of him. Caleb stares into its deep, dark eyes —something he’s pretty sure you’re not supposed to do with bears— and imagines he can hear its thoughts. Do you have food for me, human?

“Y-yes,” Caleb whimpers, ”I have food. Food for you.”

The bear huffs once. The burst ruffles Caleb’s hair. Show me, he swears he can hear it speaking.

“Okay,” on shaky legs Caleb backs away, loath to turn his back on the bear, “I’ll show you where you can get some food.”

He walks backwards, like that would give him a fighting chance if the bear lunged. The size of polar bears up close has never stopped being impressive to him, but he’s never been so close to one that’s awake. They try to make it clear to the bears that there’s nothing of interest to them when it comes to humans. There’s nothing to be curious about, nothing to gain from coming towards human towns other than a month spent in a very, very boring room. That’s why people are allowed to visit their center, but they never show anyone any actual bears, and employees only ever interact closely with the bears that are injured or sick.

His work has never been without danger, but he’s never tempted it so much. The Bear follows him closely. His coworkers follow behind them from a great distance. He can see they are alarmed by how close the Bear is, but they won’t say anything. He knows they won’t want to risk startling or provoking it, in case it does decide to attack him.

He leads it to the closest transport tube. They bait all of them with seal meat. Once the bait is pulled on, the other door to the tube falls down. Trapped bear, ready to be taken in. Simple.

The bear comes up beside him and regards the tube. He gestures towards it encouragingly. The bear shakes its head, but complies. Miraculously, it walks by Caleb without incident, so close that for a second he can’t see anything but it’s white-yellow fur. It walks easily into the tube, grabs the seal meat, and yanks. The door at the other end falls down. The Bear walks back to look at them through the bars. Now what? it seems to ask.

Caleb’s knees buckle underneath him. The rest of the team runs up to him, yelling and crying in equal measure. He’s the youngest of all of them, so they’ve always babied him a little. Right now, it’s just comforting. He can tell they’re angry, but when Riley pulls him to his feet they surround him in a hug. He can hear her admonishing him with motherly concern, “Don’t ever do that as again, understand me? Don’t ever do that again!”

He eyes the Bear over Joey’s shoulder. It tilts its head at them. I wasn’t going to eat you. I can tell you wouldn’t taste good anyway.

Derek recovers more quickly than the rest of them. He sniffles, wipes a few tears of relief off his cheeks, before turning to the Bear. He keeps one hand firmly on Caleb’s shoulder. His mouth is set in a grim line.

“We’ll take it back to the center now, and I’ll call an old friend of mine from when I worked at the zoo and see what he thinks about this.”

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More Notes!

This fic was inspired by the the Polar Bear Holding Facility in Churchill, Manitoba, otherwise known as "the Polar Bear Capital of the World". The holding facility was established in 1982 as an alternative to what they'd been doing before if a bear got too close to town, which was just killing it. It is colloquially called "polar bear jail". They'll try to scare bears out of town first, but bears that walk into town repeatedly or begin breaking into buildings get put in "polar bear jail", where they are given water, but no food to avoid creating an association between humans and food. After some time, or after the Bay freezes over again, the bears are re-released outside of town.

You can read more about it on Atlas Obscura here:

#hetalia #hetalia fanfiction #even if its just a canon bear and some OCs rn #did you know polar bears don't really hibernate either?#no like other bears at least

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cryptophasia-nabros · 2 years ago

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A little on the significance of the constellations Canada is viewing. I'm probably reading too much into it but let's go.

Polaris: the North star

The bird - POSSIBLY Cygnus: the swan, but also known as to the Northern cross.

Pretty obvious - Canada is known as the Great White North and the True North

HOWEVER, Cygnus is a summer/fall constellation, while all the others are winter. It could possibly be Columba, the dove, which can be (faintly) seen in the winter. No real mythology as it's a pretty recently named constellation (like 1500s recent) but we do have "Columbia" and/or "British Columbia".

The Twins/Gemini/Castor and Pollux: Okay, so here's where things get REALLY interesting.

So, in brief, the twins implication is obvious. But let's go deeper.

Versions of the conception of Castor and Pollux vary. In some, they are identical twins. But in Others, they are still twins but have different fathers (yes, this is entirely possible).

The awesome thing about this is it would allow for the implication of France as Canada's father (or "father" if you prefer) and England as America's.

Less awesome for me is that heteropaternal superfecundation only results in half-siblings, while I prefer Matt and Alfred as identical twins in my own head canon. Others said that "both Castor and Pollux, being identical twins, were inseparable in their looks and actions".

So, as you will.

They are sometimes said to have been born from an egg (along with their twin sisters Helen of Troy and Clytemnestra). They also are sometimes associated with snakes. Castor is a white star, while Pollux, is brighter and "golden orange".

In some Native American stories, Canada and America are described as a silver and a gold snake, respectively.

Depending on the story, Pollux is immortal and Castor mortal. Regardless, when Castor dies, Pollux is inconsolable and refuses to be separated from him, resulting in their being placed in the sky as a constellation.

They were also associated with horsemanship - cowboys, mustangs, Mounties, etc.

They were described as "blond haired, large eyed, fair complexioned, and well-built with trim bodies". Sound like any Hetalia characters we may know?

(Though I prefer our boys with darker skin reflecting Indigenous heritage.)

As stars, Castor is part of a system of six stars circling a common center. Commonwealth?

Pollux meanwhile, is a solitary star, like our own sun.

Hetalia wavers back and forth as Canada and America's exact relationship. The only thing straightforward has been that they have the same face and don't know who's older.

There is this strip, take that as you will.

Finally, the Bear. I'm not sure if this is Ursa Major or Ursa Minor. Regardless, there are myths from all over the world (including indigenous people from North America) describing the constellation as a bear(s).

Obviously, Kumajiro.

Now, the constellation appears to be a bear with a tail. The Oneida tell a story of How the Bear Lost His Tail, in which the bear is tricked into dipping its tail into freezing water until it breaks off. It appears that Canada is telling that legend, which explains why it looks like Kuma is tearing up.

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ask-hws-canada · 2 years ago

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What are you doing so much in the bathroom my man???????

Canada: can we not??????

Canada: okay the blog project made me a bit more anxious than excited…

Canada: we don’t have to mention that part though???

#((I think kuma just thinks it’s normal because he’s a bear ksgdhgdsdgs))#hetalia ask blog #ask hws canada #hetalia #aph canada #hws canada #kumajirou

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tahanann · 2 years ago

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

❝ To whoever finds these letters, I hope they reach you well ❞ ✎▫✧⭒....

Fandom: Hetalia Relationship: F/M Pairing: Alfred F. Jones (America) / (Female) Reader Chapter list: 00, 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14 Also posted on: AO3, Wattpad, Quotev

Chapter 12: " Beaches. " ✎▫✧⭒…

After a long, exhausting week, the weekend gave (Y/n) the peace she longed for. She stood in her backyard with a picnic blanket lying at her feet. Matthew sat near her while his dog ran around her yard, searching for a stick. (Y/n) placed the food down on the bright-colored mat and sat across her friend. A small smile appeared on her face as she stared at him. Matthew did the same.

"I'm glad you let me come over today," the Canadian spoke.

"I needed something to do and I figured maybe I could ask you to come over. I didn't want to drive anywhere today anyway."

"I thought you would have asked Felicia to come over instead."

"She's a bit busy this weekend. Her grandmother called her over for a family reunion so she had to go there. I knew you were available though and figured hey, why not. I've wanted to talk to you again anyway, since it's been a while."

The two of them prepared their lunch and splayed them on the blanket. Matthew brought out his containers filled with food but kept one hidden. It was a box of french sweets. His dog was infamous for stealing baked goods. Matt wanted to make sure that Kuma wouldn't suddenly grab the bread and run away.

He baked it all for this occasion in the hopes of making his friend happy.

(Y/n)'s food wasn't anything special, but she put some love into it today. She was used to cooking simple meals. This time, she put some effort and made her entrees look more appetizing. She remembered a few tips Felicia gave her when it came to cooking. She wanted it to look good for her friend.

The containers were opened after everything was set up. They gave each other paper plates and servings of food. The large dog running around the yard immediately returned to Matthew's side with the stick. His tongue hung out of his mouth as he sniffed the air and whined. He was begging for food, which Matthew was used to. (Y/n) though? Not so much. The urge to give the pup something was hard to resist.

"Don't," Matthew spoke, "He already ate his food earlier this morning."

"It'll be a small bite," (Y/n) laughed, "After that, I promise I won't give in."

The blonde's eyes looked at his dog, then at his friend. He supposed it couldn't hurt. Kuma would have pounced him anyway. He sighed before letting the woman give the dog a piece of her food. Kuma gently took it from (Y/n)'s hand, ate it, and barked happily. The pup pressed himself against her and licked her cheek.

(Y/n) laughed a little more, wiping the saliva off with a tissue. Matthew grabbed Kuma's stick and threw it again. The dog turned his attention away from the food for the moment, giving the duo some peace. They ate in silence but chatted in between bites. Their conversations were mostly light and their topics ranged from work to routines.

"How's your cousin?" (Y/n) asked, "I know you don't really like him but it's nice to know how he's doing."

"He's fine...and- well, it's not that I don't like him. It's just that he gets annoying sometimes. He only calls me when he needs a backup healer on one of his games. He could have called his other friends for it though since I know they're available. He always picks me though, saying 'oh but bro you're the best healer I can have!' Like he doesn't play with pros sometimes." Matthew huffed as he bit into his bread.

"He probably wants to hang out with you or something," (Y/n) mumbled, "Have you guys hung out recently?"

"No...not really. I guess. The last time I hung out with him was a few weeks ago but other than that, I haven't called or texted him. He's the one starting conversations and I reply sometimes." Matthew let out a small sigh. "I get where you're coming from though, but still. I don't always want to play video games with him."

"Well, what if you guys do something else? Like go out to eat or something. There are always other places and you should tell him where you want to go."

"He's just going to complain. There's nothing that gets him happy other than video games and hanging out online. I brought him to a park once and wanted to leave because of how boring it was."

(Y/n) shook her head and took a bite of her food. "There's always gonna be a way for you guys to hang out at some place you both like. You just have to ask him and maybe he wouldn't bother you about having you as a healer. The way I see it, he wants to hang out with you."

Matthew sighed. There is nothing wrong with trying to hang out with him, he supposed. He finished his food and placed his plate down. He hugged his legs as he looked at his friend.

"I guess you're right," he mumbled, "I'll try and see if I can contact him today or tomorrow. Maybe he wants to go bowling or something next week." (Y/n) smiled at him, saying that she was proud of him for making that decision.

The friends continued to talk to each other. Sometimes Kuma would butt into the conversation and hoard (Y/n) to himself. The pup would lick her face, nudge against her hand, and whine for more attention. Matthew envied the interaction between his dog and his friend but welcomed it. It was nice to see (Y/n) smile again.

She's been in a dark spot for a long time. She hasn't really opened up as much as he wanted to, but he was sure there were other people that knew. Maybe her other friend, Felicia, would know about it. He wouldn't force her to open up unless she was ready.

But he wasn't going to worry about that today.

Not when she looks happy today. With huge smiles and loud laughs. Matthew had a feeling that they were all genuine. All of his hopes seem to be coming true for now.

They continued to talk to each other for a little longer. Matthew stayed as long as he could. It was the least he could do right now. He had been fairly busy for the past few weeks so he's trying to make it up to her. He wants to be there for her.

(Y/n) and Matthew prepared dinner together in her home. The tv chatter filled up the air as they cooked in silence. Kuma was knocked out on the couch in the living room. Their fruit of labor was a full course meal that included dessert. Matthew knew a recipe that was easy to make and required only an hour or two of preparation.

The two friends shared dinner together, even talking between bites again. They both enjoyed what they made together.

When it came to the end of their hang-out, Matthew stood at the door, holding Kuma's leash. "I'll try and see you again next week. We'll have to see if my cousin agrees to the outing though."

"We can also do the following week if you can't make it next week," (Y/n) responded. She leaned against the doorframe and smiled.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure, Matthew."

The blond pursed his lips together and sighed. "It's set then. I'll see you two weeks from now." He approached her and pulled her into a hug. (Y/n) laughed as she wrapped her arms around him. He lingered there for a moment, fearing that everything he felt today was going to be a dream.

And that the worst might appear before him.

"I won't go anywhere, Mattie," she told him. It brought him comfort.

She was going to be alright. Another week without her was fine. She'll be ok. She'll be safe.

Matthew pulled away from her. "Good night," he whispered. (Y/n) smiled at him and uttered the same. She soon shut the door afterward, barring herself from the rest of the world. (Y/n) doesn't know if her friend stayed behind the barrier or if he immediately left.

She doesn't know what's going on outside once she hides in her own home.

The young woman approaches the couch in the living room. She grabbed the remote to turn off the tv that had been broadcasting the news. She drifts from the living room to the kitchen, and eventually her room.

Here, she was by herself. Alone. With her thoughts.

(Y/n) pulls the drawer open and grabbed a letter. The most recent one was this morning. The one that didn't have any significant changes to Jones' demeanor, but speaks of his whereabouts. He was still in the European theatre, fighting for his life, but he was being transported elsewhere.

"Jones," she whispered. She placed a kiss against the paper. She didn't need to greet the paper as she did so this morning.

My beloved angel, Hey. Hope you're feeling well. I've got some fairly good news. That's what I like to believe anyway. I've just been told that we were moving places. Too many people died here so it's better to move now than never. I don't want to be reminded of the places where my friends died...even if they died months apart. I hate it here, but you already know that. We're being told that the place we were going to had beaches. Pretty ones too, actually. That's what the commanding officers were saying. I know they're just trying to get morale up again, but with how miserable we all are here, I doubt it's going to actually work. All this talk about pretty beaches is nothing to us. We all know that it's just gonna be a lot of fighting again. We all know what everyone wants. We all want to go home but we can't. We're all stuck here until it all blows over. It's frustrating to think about. We may be moving to a place with pretty beaches, but that pretty beach is just going to be another cage to hold all of us together. We're just going to be fighting with others inside that cage and it's still going to be bloody. People are still going to die. We're all stuck with the thought that death can come knocking in at any moment. We're using borrowed time. But hey, we get pretty beaches, right? Ever since the commander's been yapping about it, I started thinking about it too. What if I brought you to a pretty beach? Would you wear those pretty bikinis? Maybe even a little sunhat and some sandals. I'd bring the lunch we packed together, the blankets, towels, and even the oversized umbrella. We could be swimming or building sandcastles together. If you don't want any of that, there's always the thing that many lovers do. The walks on the beach during sunset. I'd love to hold your hand, maybe even spin you around until the waves get to us. We could get soaked or stay perfectly dry. I'd pick up photography if it means that I take pictures of you in the sunset. Even if it'll be in black and white, I think the sun'll illuminate your face. Make it look pretty. Make you look like an absolute angel. I'd love that very much, actually. Maybe when I come home, we can. I'll keep that thought in the back of my mind. I'll do anything to make sure that I live that dream with you, but for now, I'll keep it all in my head. I miss you. Keep yourself safe, angel, and I'll do my best to do the same. Dearly yours, A. F. J

(Y/n) played his scenario in her mind. Although Jones' form was indescribable, she sees his smile, his uniform, and his broken glasses. She too daydreamed. She had this space in her mind for a while now. It was a place plagued by her thoughts about Jones. He was there. He lingered in her mind. On their shared beach together, they did what they wanted to do. They held hands, hugged, and played in the water.

The young woman was stuck in a dazed state as her daydream ran rampant. She only snapped out of it when the sun finally set in that fantasy world. Her eyes returned their focus on the paper, that had been in her grasp for far too long. She blinked, took in a deep breath, and sighed.

She had no words for the young man on the paper. She merely kissed it again and tucked it away in its special place. (Y/n) stood up to get herself ready for the night. She tucked herself in once all was done. The lights were all off. Her eyes stare at the darkness that surrounded her. She knew it was the ceiling above her, but it looked like static.

Things flew in the air as her mind processed thoughts. From fabricated memories to reality, it worked hard to differentiate the two.

It kept her up at night until her body begged for sleep. Her mind indulged that request and gave her a few hours. She gathered enough energy to move around today. but that wouldn't really change anything. Her habit of staying in bed overpowered her need to move and get up.

The sun shined outside her window, but it was still dark inside her room. The shadows in (Y/n)'s room wrapped their arms around her, pushing her down the bed. Her eyes kept their gaze on the ceiling above. A blur was barely visible. Her concept of reality is in shambles, but it's trying to be upright.

For her sake.

(Y/n) stayed in bed for an hour or two, her body barely moving an inch. She only moved when she felt her stomach bite itself. It brought her focus back to her body and gave her a reason to get up this morning.

The young woman followed her daily morning routine of freshening up. She took a moment to study her surroundings in the mirror. That blur was there again, in the corner of the room. It watched her, tempted her to break her own reality. She was stuck in a daze, staring, waiting, until she heard her phone ring in the other room.

She broke her routine to pick up the call.

Her father was on the line and it looks like he wants a video call.

"Hey kid," the old man spoke, "I haven't heard from you in ages. How are you doing?"

"Dad," (Y/n) replied, "I'm doing alright. How about you?"

"Alright, I suppose. Been worrying about my only daughter for a long while, you know?" A hearty laugh comes from her phone.

"I know." She kept her phone by her ear as she started pacing around her room. "I'm sorry, dad. I'm always so busy with work and other stuff sometimes that I forget you guys exist." Her lips arched into a frown. She saw her father faux distress by letting out a light groan and falling back just a bit.

"You know that hurts right?" Raphael chuckled, "But hey, there is kinda a way for you to make it up to me though. Dunno about your mother but hey, I've got a solution for me."

(Y/n) rose a brow. "What do you mean by that?"

"I may or may not be driving to your place right now, with a load of money in my bank and a plan to head to the nearest mall or something."

"Is that why you're in a car right now?"

"Yeah! Don't you see the traffic going by me right now? Come on now."

"But that's so unsafe! You could crash on your way here. Why didn't you call me earlier?"

"Because that would absolutely be no fun at all. You're probably still sleeping, and plus, it wouldn't be as big of a surprise if I called you before leaving my home. Don't worry about me at all! I've been driving for years, angel, I ain't gonna get in some car accident. Not when I'm watching the road very closely."

The young woman pouted, letting out a sigh. "Dad." She was disappointed, to say the least.

"You look like your mom. Don't make that face." Raphael mumbled.

"I'm gonna hang up so you can focus on driving," (Y/n) mumbled, "Call me when you're already at my place."

"Why would you wanna do that?" the old man replied, "I'm already pulling up to your street. End the call when you hear my loud engine."

(Y/n) approached the window that showed her driveway. She peered through her blinds and found her father's car off in the distance. The car that he loved so much, he gave it her name. She didn't really know how to react other than shock.

His engine was loud when he pulled her to her driveway. She ended their short video call and opened the door for him. Her father ran to the door and wrapped his arms around her, spinning her around out of pure joy.

"There's my daughter," Raphael grinned, "How is the little munchkin doing?"

"Fine," she replied. She embraced her father a little more before she told him to put her down. Despite her father's age, he lifted her up with ease. He still had the muscle he built up many years ago.

(Y/n) moved aside to let her father inside and handed him the remote so he could browse the different channels while she got herself ready for their day hanging out in some mall. As she approached the hall, her father stopped her.

"You hosting ghosts or something?" Her father asked, "It's freezing in your house."

"Ghosts? Nah. It's normally how the house is," (Y/n) mumbled, "I guess I've gotten used to it, but if you wanna turn up the heat, the dial's over there in that corner."

"I'll just...stay put. We're gonna be leaving anyway. You go get dressed so we can get outta here," Raphael mused, "I'll just entertain the dead for a little more. Maybe the ghost'll like some action movies, eh?"

The young woman rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Yeah. Right. Ask them if they like watching Rambo 10 million times. Maybe you guys can bond." She waved at her father and disappeared beyond the hallway. It was dark again, and she saw the blur in the corner of her vision.

Ghost.

No that can't be right.

Why would she think her place is haunted?

Ghosts aren't real.

Maybe she's just tired. Maybe she's just seeing things.

(Y/n) dismissed her thoughts. She brushed past the blur to enter her room, ignoring the thoughts in her mind. She approached her dresser, grabbed comfortable clothes, and took her belongings. She stopped before leaving her room to look at her bed.

She hadn't opened a letter at all today. Quickly she moved, opening the chest and grabbing the top letter. Despite the rush, she opened the envelope as gently as she could. She plucked out the paper inside.

"I almost forgot," she whispered. "I'm sorry Jones. I didn't mean to." She pleaded to him as if he could hear her. "Good morning, baby."

My dearest angel, How have you been? I hope you're okay wherever you are right now. As for me, I'm doing okay. It's been a peaceful night today. The moon's full and the stars are just as bright as ever. The beaches bring some sort of comfort. I dunno if it's because of the waves or the fact that everything seems so still. I think it's the latter. But it's so weird. I've never experienced this sort of calm in years. It's always been chaotic since the start of the campaign, so to have this much peace is different. I don't think I can get used to it right now. I'm not even sure if I'll get used to it at all. I suppose it's a good thing that everything seems so peaceful. It's given me time to think. I know I should be sleeping, but I'd rather be thinking. Now, there's a lot in my chest already but I've been thinking about you a lot; about your wellbeing, your safety, and even your happiness. You're always in my mind but there are other things that sort of...make that thought of you for the worst. I've thought about us. I've now been thinking about what Charles said to me many months ago. I don't like thinking about it, but it's been sitting at the back of my mind ever since he mentioned it. It's the possibility of infidelity. For you, anyway. I've been thinking....and thinking. It's a thought that won't go away, no matter how hard I pick at my scalp to get it out. I hate it. I hate how it might be true. I never wanted to face the truth ever since Charles said it. But given that I've gotten some clarity and I put more thought into it. If you had been sleeping with another guy, be it more mentally stable and physically fit than me, then I suppose I can't get angry at you. I won't blame you for all of it, because well, I suppose it's essentially my fault for leaving. If I made you upset because of my departure, then I'm deeply sorry. I won't blame you for not wanting to open any of my letters if it helps you feel better about yourself. I understand if you want to forget about me, about everything we went through. I'm fine with that. It hurts me, but I'm ok with that. You don't even have to acknowledge me anymore. I know you're never going to, but still, allow me to write letters to you. There's still a chance that you still care about me. It's very slim, but there's still a chance. So in case you still care, I should confess. You're all I have. I don't tell most of the things to my ma and pa at home. They'll never understand like you. I know I'm a doomed man from the start, but you give me a bit of hope. I'm sorry for the doubts I've written, if they ever upset you. I still have hope for us. My darling angel, I envy and care about you. Take care of yourself. Continue to be happy. Despite what your answer might be, I'll continue to write to you. Let me cling to you for a little longer. Let me kiss you a few more times, that's all I ask. I know grim'll appear at my doorstep eventually. I promise I'll get out of your way then. Forever yours, A.F.J

(Y/n) expected the letter to be depressing, yes, but she never thought of seeing Jones so willing to let go. He still clung on to his girlfriend like his life depended on it, but he was losing his grip. She was jealous. She wanted to do that too, but she felt like it seemed too soon. For Jones, years have already passed by. For her, it's only nearing a year.

The young woman's hand shook for a moment, with emotions piling up in her chest. She planted her usual kiss against the paper before tucking it away in the drawer. (Y/n) approached her bathroom to wipe away tears that threatened to spill. She doesn't want her father asking her about her eyes.

She leaves her room to return to her father. The old man turned off the tv once he saw his daughter appear from the hallway with her essentials already at hand.

"Didn't know if the ghost wanted Rambo or not, so I opted to watch Rocky. Think they'll like that instead?" (Y/n)'s father asked.

"Dunno. I'm not the ghost after all."

Her father led her to his car after she locked her front doors. As she opened the door, she heard someone call out her name. Her eyes connected with her neighbor's.

Williams.

There was something she noticed though. There was another car pulled up in his driveway. A dark blue sports car. Matthew was out on the sidewalk, holding Kuma's leash. The dog was yapping as loud as he could to get her attention.

She waved to them before entering her father's car. (Y/n) felt that it was necessary to tell Matthew where she was going to go. Maybe he wanted to know. Raphael merely arched a brow at his daughter before laughing a little.

"Who's the blond?" he asked.

"My friend," she responded, "I've been talking to him for a few months now. He's a real nice guy and has the cutest dog ever."

"Oh, I could tell. That hound's got a lot of fur to him. Reminds me of your ma's pup before we got married. Real huge one. Dunno how it survived the heat when it's got that much fur to it," he chuckled, "hoping your friend's dog survives well, with how much fur he's hoggin."

The car pulled out of the driveway and left the neighborhood. The two inside were in their own headspace, with Raphael focused on driving while (Y/n) texted her friends. She had planned to eat first before texting them back, but it looks like that was sort of canceled. She hoped to go eat first before walking around the mall.

They drove to their usual go-to place for hanging out. It was a large mall that had tons of stores inside. They had recently built up another fun place to go. It was a skate rink and a bowling area in one. The arcade was just right next to it too. That was where Raphael wanted to go the most. The shopping experience was just going to be secondary to them.

Raphael took his daughter to a restaurant to eat first. Anything she got, he paid for, and he was aiming to keep it that way. He just had a hunch that something was going on with her. (Y/n)'s absence was certainly a strange thing to him, especially when it's compared to her behavior a few months back.

Such a lovely, charismatic spirit now turned recluse and isolated. Even from the people she loved the most.

He worries about his own daughter. She was his one and only child. Of course, he's gotta take care of her.

Through their meal, he asked her about her feelings, which she did little to open up about. (Y/n) munched through her food, saying that she was fine and upheld her reasons.

"I was just busy. Felicia keeps asking me to go to parties with her and all that stuff. Plus, the company's been really busy so that's extra work," (Y/n) spoke.

"But there's gotta be something else you know?" Raphael mumbled, "You got any love problems or something? Went through something like what you're going through right now when a Jane Doe broke my little heart." He bit his steak and pointed his fork at her. "Can't say that's the same with you but you're definitely moody. I know you take up on my moods."

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, trying to dismiss what her father said. He's got the idea, but she wasn't going to make it obvious that she was going through something right now. She can't open up to too many people. What would her father say? Do? He's protective of her and wants the very best of her. If he learns that these damn old letters were troubling her...

He would take him away from her.

She can't have that.

So she'll continue to dismiss everything he's said, mentioned, and even commented on. Her father was stubborn, she knew, but she wasn't going to give in.

Not when she's already caved into two other people. One was enough, two is too much, and three was going to kill her. (Y/n) smiled, moved on, and asked for the bill, leaving her father almost speechless at how dismissive she was.

She could see his frustration, but he didn't want to show it. He was proud of being a moody bastard but not in the eyes of the public. They all moved on, but her father won't easily give up just like that. There was always another day he could ask.

Just not today, he supposed.

The father and daughter left the restaurant together and opted to go to the skating rink and bowling first. They were to go shopping afterward. (Y/n) had a great time trying to skate around, even if she wasn't as good as she thought she'd be. Her father? He left her for the center of the rink after she told him to do so. He spun around and danced. After he's gotten his time to shine, he helped her and held her hand as they skated together.

They played one full game of bowling, with (Y/n) winning the set. The arcade was going to be another spot Raphael wanted to visit, but he realized it was already late. That arcade can wait for another day. For the rest of their time together, they spent it all on shopping.

Even if (Y/n) protested, her father bought everything for her, even the smallest of things like candy or even a ballpoint pen. He had carried every bag for her with his excuse being "I didn't lift weights for nothing." At the end of their day, he placed everything in the trunk and let (Y/n) head inside the car first.

Their day went well, for the most part. Even if the father didn't get answers to his questions, he was glad that he at least saw a smile on his daughter's face for today. That was good enough for him, anyway. (Y/n) let herself sink in the leather seat, her eyes set to watch the scenery passing them. Raphael did his best to drive her home safely.

The two pulled up on the driveway. Raphael was the first to head out, grabbing the bags in the trunk and opening the door for his tired daughter. (Y/n) let out a yawn as she rubbed her eyes. She did a lot of things today. Her battery's low now and all she wanted to do was stay in bed for the rest of the night.

Her father escorted her to the front door, where he watched her pull out her keys. The home's coldness greeted the pair, hugging (Y/n). It felt like warmth, but her father felt a harsh breeze.

Actual warmth surrounded her when she felt her father hug her. (Y/n)'s hand rested atop her father's arms as she smiled softly.

"I'll see you around kiddo," her father spoke. He stepped back, sending her a small wave. He watched her disappear as she closed the door.

(Y/n) has once again barred herself from the world. She lingered in the darkness for a moment. That blur at the corner of her vision was there again. It had a silhouette of a person, standing proud and tall.

Waiting.

A tiny light from the moon shinned through them, but something reflected it. Cracked glasses.

(Y/n) turned on the lights to her home, illuminating the area around her. The cold still lingered in her home.

But the blur disappeared.

The young woman kept still. listening to the sounds. She basked in the silence of her home. Only then did she feel comfort in the cold that hugged her. She felt the cold kiss her.

It felt familiar. It reminded her of the winter days when the cold kissed her cheeks.

She stood there for a moment, letting the moment go on. When it no longer felt cold on her lips, she moved. She blinked and took in everything she felt at that exact time. A small smile, and then a short laugh, leaves her as she thought about what her father said.

"Maybe you're right dad," she whispered. "There is a ghost in the house."

"and he's in love with me."

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