#hetalia north italy x reader

[milkemim]

Day 7: Christmas Cards

WC: 908

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December 7th. The first week of Christmas went by in a flash. Since today was a Saturday, both Veneziano and Romano got to sleep in a little. Their beds were warm and soft, unlike the weather outside. Unlike [Name’s] bed. Or their whole house.

Slipping on their coat and shoes, shivering, they head out the door. The heating inside stopped working overnight and no matter how many layers they put on or how many warm drinks they drank, nothing eased the freezing feeling. The repairman wouldn’t be coming anytime soon either. So, they decided to pay the two brothers a visit.

Both the brothers wake up to the ring of their doorbell. Veneziano groggily gets up after a little and walks downstairs, to see Romano already at the door, yelling at [Name] for something. “[Name]! What’s going on, why are you here eso early?” He smiles and walks up to the door as well, “And come inside, don’t let the cold in!” He urges.

[Name] steps aside Romano and he closes the door behind. “Hi, Veneziano! The heaters aren’t working at my place and since you guys live near, I thought I’d spend the afternoon here, at least until it’s fixed. If that’s fine, that is.” They explain.

Romano sighs, “I guess it’s fine since you’re already here anyway.” He crosses his arms and looks down.

“Yay! Welcome to our house, [Name]! It’s been so long since I saw you!” Veneziano cheers and hugs [Name] quickly, already wide awake, partly because of the cold that found its way inside while the door was open.

“Yes, yes, thank you! I can make you guys breakfast, since I came at such an early hour. I haven’t had any yet, anyway.” [Name] says.

“I’m going back to bed. Wake me up when It’s done.” Romano walks back to his bedroom. He was still cranky from waking up so early after staying up so late.

“I’ll help you!” Veneziano happily offers and leads [Name] to the kitchen. He was always happy around them, as he was with most people. “Let’s make cornetti and valdostana! Oh, and brioche!”

Making everything on Veneziano’s from nearly scratch took roughly 2 hours. Thankfully it was the weekend, so no one was late to work. The two also made a lot more than just enough to feed three people, so they could heat some up during the following week in a rush.

After Veneziano went to wake Romano up, all three of them enjoyed a warm breakfast with coffee. It woke up Romano enough to be somewhat sociable and officially start the day. [Name] offered to do the dishes while the two brothers got dressed and ready.

The day was pretty ordinary. The three played video games in the living room for the most part. Afternoon came quickly and everyone was pretty tired of the console by now, so what would be a better idea than to make Christmas cards for their loved ones?

It was originally just a joke from Romano, but Veneziano quickly agreed to it. “I am NOT making Christmas cards!” He quickly backpedaled.

“Come on, Romano, it’ll be fun! And I’m sure Spain would love to hear from you! When was the last time you saw him?” Veneziano annoyingly latched onto his arm. “And It’s not like you actually have anything better to do!”

[Name] watched as the two argued with a small smile. “Let’s not force him, Veneziano… But it would be nice if he joined us.” They gently pulled Veneziano away from his brother.

“Fine. This better not take too long.” Romano sighs and reluctantly agreed and slid down from the couch to sit on the floor in front of the coffee table with Veneziano and [Name].

Veneziano got the arts and crafts basket out. There were assortments of stickers, colored paper, glitter glues and various supplies. Veneziano also puts Christmas music on from his phone, which Romano was not a fan of.

“Turn that off! It’s barely been a week of December!” He tries to grab Veneziano’s phone, but he holds it away from him.

“No way! It’s Christmas!”

“Not nearly!”

[Name] laughs at their antics and takes a red piece of paper and crinkle-cut scissors. “Let’s not fight! No one wants to go on Santa’s naughty list last minute, right?” They say as they start cutting a smaller part from the paper’s corner.

“Romano is already on the naughty list!” Veneziano pouts.

“Hey! Let’s just make these damn cards.”

Everyone works in silence for a moment. The only noise in the living room is the quiet Christmas music coming from Veneziano’s phone and the sound of making cards.

“I’m going to make matching cards for Germany and Japan!” Veneziano suddenly exclaims.

“Of course you are…” Romano mumbles.

“Don’t be so bitter. I’ll make a card for you too, but it needs to be made in secret!”

“Shut up.” Romano rolls his eyes.

“Who are you making a card for, [Name]?” Veneziano asks, turning to them.

“Secret~” They wink.

Unbeknownst to the three of them, they were being watched. By grandpa Rome and Germania!

“Look at my two little grandsons! Aren’t they so cute?” Rome happily smiles, hidden behind the doorway to the living room, even though they wouldn’t be able to see him anyway.

“First of all I don’t think they are little in the slightest, but yeah, yeah… Whatever you say.” Germania sighs and watches them with him.

[yawujin]

waiiit that erogenous zone ahoge poll oh my god i used to eat thAT UP AMEN ‼️🙏 buuuuut speaking of. i'd ask for ahoge hc of allies n axis but iirc only NA bros and ITA bros have it lol. my req would be if their s/o played with their erogenous zone ahoges? :3

OMG SAME back when i was new to the fandom i always read those and they gave me a good laugh. if we're talking about the allies, i remember china having a small curl on his ponytail in the early seasons but i suppose i won't write it 💁🏾‍♀️ anyways....here you go !!

{ request } hetalia men react to having their hair pulled˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

type • light hearted , short read , we're bringing back erogenous zone ahoge hetalia fics 🗣 , they/them pronouns used , the ita bros are embarrassed but it's cute

america/alfred f. jones ♡

america will be rambling to his partner about something and they'll just be listening like 'oh yeah' , 'go on' , and nodding along with what he's saying. as he continues, they begin playing with his hair. they push his hair back, his ahoge getting caught in between their fingers. america lets out a YELP, similar to that of a startled dog's. they ask if he's okay, to which he simply replies: yeah. he liked it. he really liked it. america asks them to continue, keeping his cool now that he knows what to expect.

canada/matthieu williams ♡

him and his partner will be cudding, with him as the little spoon this time. he asks politely if they can play with his hair for a bit─how could they say no? ☺️ they run their fingers through the strands of his hair nice and slow, eventually moving up to the front of his head...where his curl is. they continue stroking his hair, not knowing what touching that curl does to him. canada tries not react, otherwise it might make them want to stop. the only reaction he has to it is him holding onto his partner just a little tighter.

n. italy/feliciano vargas ♡

italy will be looking through an old photo album, his partner sat right next to him. after a while, they'll begin touching his hair, commenting on how soft it is. "oh! thank yo-" his voice trails off into a low whimper. italy quickly catches himself, closing his mouth before his partner can notice. he's kind of embarrassed about feeling like that whenever someone touches his curl.

s. italy/lovino vargas ♡

if his partner plays with his hair and their fingers end up brushing against his curl, he'll look fine externally but he is losing it internally. he hates that having his hair, his CURL played with turns him on so easily. he'll wait for some time to pass before he asks them if they want to do something, so there will be no way his partner can suspect that his hair, of all places, turns him on.

[hwsing]

giving head

warnings/notes: 18+, reader is afab and gender neutral. includes: england (arthur kirkland), america (alfred f. jones), france (francis bonnefoy), n.italy (feliciano vargas). as always, reblogs are appreciated

arthur kirkland

while arthur can be an awfully impatient man, he’s quick to slow as he lowers himself to be eye-level with your cunt. he’s the type to nearly drool as he spreads your legs, watching your cunt spread, just for him. he’ll look up to meet your gaze before gently blowing on your clit, his cock twitching in his pants at the way you shudder.

arthur loves to go down on you. despite being all ‘prim and proper,’ he loves a mess; and so, he loves to make you a mess, too. if you let him, there are nights where he’ll give you multiple orgasms through oral alone, ignoring the ache in his cock as you moan out and clamp your thighs around his head. he’ll suck on your clit, his tongue rubbing against it before wondering lower, prodding at your hole; he’ll tongue fuck you, licking against your walls until his tongue hurts. arthur will force your legs apart, wrapping his hands around your thighs as your cunt drools; don’t worry! he’ll clean up after. really, he doesn’t mind at all.

actually, if he’s given permission to be a bit more mean towards you, he’ll tease you for making a mess — he loves to bully you a bit. he’ll even nip or slap your clit if you talk back to him! when you squeak or whine at the pain, he’ll remind you that as long as you behave, he’ll help you cum. he likes feeling completely responsible for your pleasure, and if you let him, he’ll restrain you to further your dependence on him in the moment.

alfred f. jones

while it’s not something that crosses his mind too often, when he has you laid out beneath him, spreading your legs to let him see your pretty pussy, he nearly gets light headed as the blood rushes to his cock at how soaked you are. he says something about how he’s gonna eat you up as he lowers his face, tongue quickly darting out to lick up between your folds.

alfred is the kind of guy who has little technique, but his passion makes up for it completely. he’ll sloppily eat you out, making disgusting slurp sounds the more wet you become; he doesn’t really get why you get so embarrassed sometimes! he loves to hear you call out his name, your hand grabbing at his hair to pull him closer to your cunt. he’ll grin against you, determined to rock your world.

really, really, really likes when you sit on his face. what do you mean you’ll crush him? please, he’s way stronger than he looks, trust him! he’ll grip your hips and force you to lower yourself on his face, humming as you make such pretty noises. this is his favourite way to eat you out; the angle is perfect, and you have no way to push his head away and interrupt him. as long as you let him, he’ll totally get his full from this.

francis bonnefoy

believes that pleasure is a form of art, through and through; he has an intimidating amount of experience, and is quick to discover what you like. whatever your preferences are, francis is more than capable of providing them. he’ll pay close attention to what makes your head spin; experimenting with how to toy with your clit (do you like when he sucks on it softly, or when he practically tries to milk it? do you prefer circular or side-side motions? do you like a slow build up with sudden fast movements?). whatever you like, he’s bound to figure it out, and when he does, he’ll be almost relentless.

he does like to kitten lick, though. truth be told, he does like to tease you, just a bit; he simply wants to hear just how much you want more. he’ll comply the moment you ask, don’t worry! after all, he must reward you for speaking up!

after spending time between your legs, he finds that the smell of you lingers in his scruff. it’s faint, but, he soaks it in — a reminder of your night together. it arouses him so, but he’s patient to wait until next time. he’ll tell you about how much he craves you, how good you taste, how your smell teases him the following day; it’d be cruel to not let him have another taste, no?

feliciano vargas

feliciano prefers receiving, however, don’t let that fool you; he knows his way around your cunt like the back of his hand. he thinks it’s only natural to! he loves you, and loves to make you feel good. he’ll stay between your legs as long as you want him to, more than happy to be of use to you.

this is 100% about you; all he wants is for you to enjoy yourself and get off. the moment you ask, he’s already nudging you towards a place when you can sit down while he falls to his knees, spreading your legs. he’ll sensually lick your clit, swirling his tongue around your bud before wrapping his plump lips around it. he’ll gather spit in his mouth and let it drool down your cunt as he plays with your clit, your sounds of pleasure being music to his ears. he’ll do anything you tell him to do — but, it should be noted that you don’t necessarily have to. he knows what he’s doing; leave it to him, and he’ll bring you up to cloud nine with ease.

feliciano loves when you yank him off your cunt with your hand gripping his hair; he’ll look up at you with his lower face positively drenched, a small grin and lazy eyes meeting yours. “no more, tesoro?” he’ll ask softly, and when you calm down and steady your breath, sheepishly dragging him back to your cunt slowly, he’ll happily reach out, his neck extending to get closer faster, his tongue already darting out to get to your cunt.

[worldheadcanons]

Can you do Axis x reader x Allies? They are all fighting for reader's love.

☆ axis vs allies: fighting for your love!

starring. . . gender neutral reader and north italy, germany, japan, america, + china.

author notes; this was super fun, i imagined it to be a sort of otome game scenario with multiple routes. like the protagonist/reader goes on dates with everyone until they choose just one person to be with. i couldn’t fit all the main allies in here, sorry anon! lmk if you want a part two for them or any other characters.

feliciano vargas!

— he knows that his colleagues are also interested in you. he’s not particularly discouraged though because, really, who wouldn’t be? you were attractive, intelligent, thoughtful— the whole package. vargas knows he has his own unique charms, traits that the allies and even the another axis don’t have. feliciano is cute and he knows how to use that to his advantage. alfred is cute too, but in a different way. he doubts the boisterous american could sweep you off your feet like he could.

— in terms of competition he views francis and ludwig as his biggest enemies. feliciano is smart enough to not let anyone ruin his personal relationships, so he doesn’t hold any real ill will towards the two. in fact, it’s because he likes them so much, especially ludwig, that he even considers them to be rivals in the first place. francis is very obviously romantic. he was the one who taught vargas the ropes, after all. however his romance was rather.. mature.. meanwhile, the italian preferred to keep his romance light and playful. ludwig was cute in a stoic way. he couldn’t flirt to save his life, but that was part of his appeal. he would give you a small smile as he tried his best to be romantic and your heart couldn’t help but melt.. yea, those two would be trouble.

— he likes to keep dates vague at first, leaving you unsure of whether or not things are platonic or romantic. unlike francis or arthur he doesn’t come on strong. the first dates are still pretty high class though. dinners at expensive restaurants, trips to private beaches, live music shows— feliciano’s willing to spend every dime on you and he’s not afraid to show it. all the while he’s joking and laughing with you, looking you lovingly in the eyes with the cutest boyish smile you’ve ever seen. he’ll whine and complain sometimes, pouting anytime you tease him. he’s pretty childish but he knows when to pull back so that it’s not annoying. 

— when things get really romantic, you’ll know. he’ll take you to more public places. vargas has many family businesses that he’ll frequent with you. it’s his way of saying you’re closer than you were before. vargas will initiate a lot more pda too, holding your hand more often than not and reveling in the feeling of you leaning on his shoulder. he’s not opposed to cheek kisses either. occasionally he’ll ‘miss’ your cheek and nail a kiss close to your lips, hinting at what he could make happen in the future. what he hoped would happen in the future. 

— eventually things will escalate to a point where he’ll personally ask you if you want to be with him or not. not because feliciano views it as a waste of time if you don’t want to continue on, but because he truly wants to be with you. he can’t stand not knowing anymore and he especially can’t stand not having you all to himself. vargas will be respective of your answer no matter what.. but.. he has a feeling you’ll say yes. 

ludwig beilschmidt!

— he’s not particularly confident of himself in this area. romance was not ludwig’s strong suit. he knows that other countries are interested in you as well, which doesn’t help him feel any better. even feliciano was after you! despite it all, his older brother had encouraged him to try to win you over. so here he was. he would try his best. the german didn’t know it, but he had his own charms. he was stoic and sort of inexperienced but still a polite man. many ladies found this to be charming. in a way, his lack of romantic prowess was his power. 

— his biggest competitors, in his mind, are feliciano and alfred. both for reasons he considers obvious. they’re both rather ‘naturally cute’ men. they had this boyish charm while still being mature. alfred was really funny which only helped his case. feliciano was great at romancing others and while ludwig doesn't know much about alfred’s love life, he figured that it was likely the american was the same way. gah.. just thinking about it makes him frown. he’s been at disadvantages before though, so he’s able to convince himself that things will be fine no matter the outcome. his opinion on the two of them doesn’t change because of the situation. beilschmidt understands that no one can help the way they feel. it’s no one man’s fault that they’re all pursuing the same person. he just wishes he didn’t have to go against vargas, one of his closest friends.

— his first dates are.. regular. but not in a bad way. ludwig spends his days beforehand researching and reading up on things like date etiquette, best cafes to take someone out to, good meals to order, conversation tactics, and more. he doesn’t mind putting in the extra work to catch up with the people he’s up against. he’ll try his best to be romantic the whole time by holding doors and complimenting you whenever the opportunity presents itself. he asks a few questions about you, wanting to get to know you for who you really are. your other suitors may take you out to expensive places but they probably weren’t actively trying to learn about you— at least that’s what the german was betting on. 

— dates will slowly but surely become more tuned to your interests and personality. you like to paint? he’ll invite you out to a nice art bar where you two can create something together. you like to read? he’ll take you to a library-cafe. beilschmidt feels that these dates are the most personal. there’s more pda as he really gets comfortable. it’s mostly limited to hand holding. every so often at the end of dates he’ll ask for a kiss. if you oblige and give him one, you’ll get to see a small smile on his face as he admires you lovingly. he may even bite his lip, clearly whipped for you.

— of course, there’ll come a time where he decides to finally ask about your intentions. he asks a little bit later, not wanting to hold you down or force a decision onto you. with the guidance of his older brother, he’ll find the time to sit you down and ask if you want to date him… like, seriously date him. just him. no matter your answer, he’ll still want to be friends with you. he’s gotten to know you so well, he couldn’t just turn away from you. 

kiku honda!

— he’s whipped for you, though it took him a bit longer than everyone else to realize it. kiku mostly labeled what he was feeling as feelings of admiration. once he notices the the pain in chest as he sees francis trying to serenade you, he realizes that he’s in love. deeply in love. it’s a bit awkward when he comes to you later than the other axis and politely asks if he can take you out sometime. despite the awkwardness, you say yes, with a smile. smiles are good. he knows a thing or two about going out with people so he’s not completely stressed about that. anything he doesn’t know he just researches beforehand, similarly to ludwig.

— his biggest competitor for your love, in his opinion, is feliciano. he’s cute, he’s funny— if honda was in your position, he would have folded for the other immediately. he’s a little worried about everyone really because he’s ‘late to the game’, but overall vargas is his biggest threat. things will be okay though, kiku assures himself. he knows he’s cute in his own way. many of his colleagues have commented on the fact that his relaxed expression was a cute one. it was rare for them to see him relaxed as he mostly thought of work related things when he was in their company. for you, however, it wouldn’t be rare to see. honda would make sure of that. 

— the first dates, similarly to yao’s, are formal. they’re not uptight though, as he wants to seem cute to appeal to you as a boyfriend. there’s gift giving here and there, but he mostly focuses on doing things for you. just when you’re too lazy to cook for the night, kiku’s there to pick you up and take you to a luxurious restaurant. anytime you mention something that needs fixing, he’s on it. if he can’t fix it himself, he pays someone to do it in his stead. he insists that it’s normal and that you owe him nothing in return. he just wants to see you prosper, is all. pda is kept to a minimum, seeing as though it takes him a while to even work up the nerve to ask if he can kiss you. when he does finally kiss you, it’s immediately made clear that he’s experienced. nothing too passionate, of course. there’s a certain air of confidence and the kiss has just the right amount of chasteness to keep you wanting more. 

— as things go on the two of you only get closer. his dates shift from formal outings to extremely casual dates. sometimes it’s buying manga and books together, sometimes it’s watching your favorite movies at home. honda’s favorite ‘date’ consists of you two sitting quietly together in the same room doing completely different things. kiku finds this to be extremely romantic. you’re both doing different things but still enjoying each other’s presence. he’ll be doing paperwork and you’ll be sitting with a computer and neither of you are talking but both of you are happy. during times like this, he may even lean over and kiss you on the cheek, commenting on how much he enjoys your company. 

— he’s not afraid to ask you straight-out what you want for yourself and your future. honda doesn’t want to keep you from your version of happiness, even if that happiness is with another man. there’s no doubt that he wants what’s best for you. 

alfred f. jones!

— he’s a bit thrown off that other men are also trying to romance you. from the very beginning he decides that you’re the one who wants to go steady with. alfred is thrown off, but not enough to give up. he knows his worth. he’s a funny guy, people like that. he’s cute too, smart when he wants to be. jones would ask arthur for help but.. he’d be better off asking a math teacher for help in a history class. he didn’t think kirkland was any good with romantic endeavors. he’d just have to wing it and do his best. it’d be fine.. probably.

— the american doesn’t think of anyone as competition really, but he does hate the idea of you going out with francis. i mean, come on! he’s quite literally known for being a romantic! hopefully you’d find his flirting corny or off putting instead of endearing. alfred’s not completely inept when it comes to romance but he’s no hot shot. most of the time when a flirt of his fails, people laugh it off because he’s just so cute while trying to be a flirty guy. he’s a loser, but an attractive one. people also enjoy the fact that he’s a bit chubby. he knows this only because of past experiences. hmm.. he supposes that ivan could pose an issue too. he’s always an issue in some way or another. 

— his beginning dates are very fun! he’s more fond of going to carnivals, finding a drive in movie theater, stargazing, eating at diners, and dancing together than any modern date. lunch dates are fine and all but it’s just so boring to jones. it’s not that he needs a bunch of excitement but he wants these dates to be interesting. he hopes that after each date ends, he’s still on your mind. he doubts the others are taking you out to such cool places. he’s flirty on these dates, trying his hardest to impress you. he’ll hold your hand often on these dates, as physical contact is something he enjoys a lot. alfred doesn’t mind hugs or kisses this early either, especially if you’re dancing. if you’re not enjoying each other then why even go out? after each date he personally escorts you home. he also leaves you with a kiss to your hand, a sign that he still has some sense of politeness despite his eagerness. 

— as things continue you’ll start to notice that he’s taking you to more distinctive places. instead of finding a drive in movie theater in the middle of nowhere, the american will take you to a roller rink he comes to often. the people there will know him and they’ll know you when he brings you in. apparently he talks about you to whoever will listen. it’s flattering albeit embarrassing. a lot of the places you’ll go will be places he enjoys and wants to share with you. alfred’s much softer now and a bit goofier, backing away from the flirty persona he attempted to put on for the first few dates. you’ll often find yourself leaning onto his shoulder as you try to recollect yourself after breaking down from laughter. it’s in these moments that he’ll smile at you, soaking in your happy expression. it’s a gorgeous expression, one he’d like to see all the time. 

— one day jones realizes that he needs to be seriously dating you. he wanted to take you to an animal adoption center as a sort of surprise but he noticed that doing that was sort of a couple thing.. like a serious couple thing. alfred really thinks getting you a pet would be the best thing in the world. the two of you would make the best pet parents in his mind. it would make him a true hero. or close to one. so he swings by your place and directly asks you if you want to be his partner. he doesn’t stall once he realizes what he needs to do. jones believes that it’s best to just go for what you want. you only live once, after all. 

yao wang!

— it’s not his first time courting a lady. he’s experienced. he even believes that he could outdo francis somewhat. only somewhat though. yao’s been around for a long time so he knows what people like and don’t like. it’s not that he’s a super romantic but he’s passionate no matter what, which draws you in. he suspects you have a thing for older men, which he doesn’t mind playing into. he’s aged like fine wine and he’s not afraid to flaunt it. 

— there is no rivals or competition in wang’s mind. why think about the other guys when he can just focus his attention on you and him? if he had to choose, he’d say arthur, maybe. maybe. francis was too much of a try hard for your affections. kirkland was a mature man. he was polite. the british man seemed to know how to treat someone right. however, in the end, yao viewed himself as on top of it all. he refused to let himself get anxious over your other suitors. that’s how people lose. by worrying.

— he’s a calm and quiet pursuer, playing the long game. beginner dates are very formal. wang tries with all his might to impress you but he makes sure to do so in a way that seems effortless. like he could do this everyday. as if to say, ‘dating me will result in the best treatment for you everyday until death’. he could never say it outright, so he let his actions speak for him. he’s no sugar daddy and he never claims to be anything of the sort. he’s just giving you a taste of what your life could be like should you choose to spend it with him. yao also gives you lots of gifts, though he tries to keep them small so you’re not overwhelmed. he adores the face you make whenever you open up a present he’s gotten you. you’re always so happy to received them.. so graceful when you accept them.. he can’t help but want to spoil you. and that’s exactly what he’ll do, if you continue on.

— as you get closer, wang starts to feel younger. his few grey hairs seem to be jet black again. the dates become less formal and more casual for the both of you. often he’ll just invite you over to his house. he spends less time trying to impress you and more time just enjoying you and your company. you’ll start to hold hands, hug, and kiss a lot more now. he loves the feeling of your lips on his cheek. these dates are a lot more loose and fun, often ending with you two giggling as he holds you in his arms. yao likes to dance with you in his home, rocking back and forth with a smile on his face. he’s shown you what the two sides of your relationship would be like. the first side, what was seen by the public— expensive dinners, beautiful clothing for the both of you, and  lovely gifts— and now, the second side, what wasn’t seen by the public. kisses to the forehead, cooking for each other, reading together, and laughing over nothing in particular. 

— after a while wang will invite you over one day and pop the question. no, not marriage, though he does think you’d make a perfect partner.. he’ll ask if you want to start officially dating. he doesn’t know for sure if you’ll say yes, even though he’s used his tried-and-true method of dating on you. yao hopes for the best and prepares for the worst. he hopes for your love.. but he’s prepared to live life as just a friend of yours. boyfriend or otherwise, he’d like to be present in your life.

[hetalia-fannn]

Can you do Allies x reader x Axis? They are all fighting for reader's love.

Sure thing!

I'm so sorry it's late :"(

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Hetalia

Characters: Aph America, Aph England, Aph France, Aph Canada (added), Aph Russia, Aph China ->Allies + Aph Germany, Aph Italy, Aph Japan ->Axis

Reader: Gender-neutral

italy gif, couldn't find a one with all

Allies + Canada and Axis fighting for reader's love headcanons:

When all of the members of your friend group fall in love with you, what would you do?

You had no clue but suddenly both Allies and Axis countries seemed to be interested in you. It all started when you noticed they wanted to go out with you.

One day, you promised to eat hamburgers with America, and immediately after that Canada asked if it was okay for you to go to watch a hockey match with him.

Not after a while, England invited you to have tea with him, Russia seemed to ask for a chat while Germany had flowers especially for you.

Japan got you his newest mangas as a gift, Italy cooked pasta for you and called you "Bella*" and China was excited to talk about history while going to a museum. (*= Bella means "Beautiful" in Italian, people most likely already know that but wanted to add in case)

You had so many plans with them but bad part was most of these events were at the same time, yet you just couldn't say no to their faces but you had no idea how to catch up on everything.

Then you saw all of them at the same time, in front of your door.

They were all fighting, when you came there they immediately stopped.

America: S/o please go out with meee!!! Canada: S/o I r-really like you! We should watch that match, eh? France: S/o mon amour, I love you so much~

England: Forget that bastard, think about drinking tea with me /// China: S/o I like you aru. Russia: I think chatting with me is the best idea, right s/o?

Meanwhile Italy was screaming: Bella I've made you pasta ve.

You also saw Germany with more flowers with a note saying "Ich Liebe Dich*" and Japan with more mangas. (*Ich liebe dich= I love you in German)

Japan: S/o-san these are for you...

Germany: Yeah,,, I g-got this for you S/o

You really didn't know what to do but two things were sure, they both were looking very adorable and secondly looks like it was about to start of ww3 ooops.

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I hope you enjoy this anon ^^' I feel like I'm not really good at writing with s/o :")

[hetaliaimaginesin2022]

Germany italy and japan have a close friend and crush who's another country, this country likes their accent and language and go as far as to ask them to teach them the language. How do they deal with that?

I've crawled out from the crypt, I hope this is acceptable lol

Germany • Ludwig Beilschmidt

German is a very harsh and rough sounding language and accent, he's heard plenty of jokes from other countries about it, so he'd never expect that you'd find it endearing in any way

When you asked him to teach you the language, he was slightly flustered, giving you an affirming nod

Hopefully you didn't plan on using this as a chance to flirt with him, because he takes the teaching aspect very seriously, showing up with language textbooks, a notebook, and extra pencils

You really have to buckle down during each session, especially since he's a real stickler for pronunciation

He doesn't mean to be overbearing, but he believes that everyone should put their best effort into everything they do

Plus he likes the idea of you two conversing together in his mother tongue, maybe while grabbing a coffee

That being said, there are mandatory breaks in between lessons, it's important to refresh your brain to help productivity

Also, you may start to notice him dropping German in his sentences far more often than he used to, he claims it's to help, but it's really because he knows you like it

Japan • Kiku Honda

Kiku wasn't too surprised when you told him that you were interested in learning his language, his culture (or a severely watered-down version of it) has been very popular in the recent years through media, so another country wanting to learn the language wasn't all too notable

Considering it was you though, he was delighted

He loves spending time with you, so the idea of spending a few hours a week with you, teaching you about his language and script, sounds more than nice

He focuses on Kanji first, insisting that it will make speaking vocabulary a lot easier down the line

The sessions are calm and relaxing, and he's a very patient teacher, making sure to go to a pace you're comfortable with

He enjoys starting off sessions by trying to converse a bit in Japanese

He finds himself thinking that the words sound gorgeous coming from you

North Italy • Feliciano Vargas

As soon as he found out you were partial to his language, he began to slip more Italian in his sentences than he ever did previously, and his accent became ever so slightly more pronounced

He used the guise of "helping you learn", but he only changed his speech because you like it, and he's not subtle about it at all

While he's excited when you ask him to teach you Italian, the sessions are unstructured and often derail into other topics quickly

Because of this, he opts to drop the books and drag you to his country instead, getting you to order your own food in restaurants and converse with the locals in Italian, insisting that the best way to learn is through the people

In his country, he'll also drag you to mostly empty cinemas, where a movie will be playing in Italian and he'll translate any words or sentences in whispers

He's not too serious on pronunciation and honestly thinks it's endearing when your natural accent, regardless of what it is, shines through the words in Italian

He loves flirting with you in Italian now

[mystermoose]

The country of cunning victors...is an anxious mess? 4

Part 1:

https://www.tumblr.com/mystermoose/735465215641124864/the-country-of-cunning-victorsis-an-anxious?source=share

Carmedenon: you sex: female age: 20s

Today, was really not your day.

You were suppose to be meeting with the rest of the world and finally come out of your shell. But instead, here you were. Running away from the people whom you still couldn't believe are your fellow country humans. One look of them in that room was enough for you to know that you can't do this. No way! These people are definitely way too much for your poor little anxious heart to handle.

They can't even get along in this supposed peaceful era!

The thought added dread in your heart 'Would I even be able to get along with them? I've been isolated for so long, I have no idea what I'm dealing with...I'm such an idiot! Why did I let myself come here blind!' you thought to yourself as you ran away from the men.

"Hey where you going?! Didn't you hear me? I said you were in the right room!" said the American who was now chasing after you.

"Stop screaming at her, you idiot! Now look what you've done? You scared her enough to run away from you"

"Me? Pretty sure she's running away because she saw the both of you! Running while strangling each other, If anyone scared her it's you guys!"

All three of them started arguing as they ran after you, and this just prompted you to run even faster and hoping that you could lose them in some way. But as if the world hates you, extra voices were heard behind all of you.

"Ah! There she is! Hey there! I've heard so much about you from your brother! It's so nice to finally meet you. Oh! You resemble him quite a bit aru"

"That's her? She's not what I imagined her to be, she's quite adorable da~"

Seeing as all of you were getting a little too far away, they also joined in the chase.

'Oh no! Now there's 5 of them! Ok, ok calm down you've been chased down before. All I have to do is lose them!'

Unfortunately for you, despite having done this multiple times before, thinking while running for your life was something you were never good at. That being said, those said multiple times were also the same multiple times you almost lost. And while you were running, a dawning realization has filled your heart with dread.

'I have no idea where I'm going. I don't even know how this fancy building's floor plan looks like. Shit, I'm lost...'

As if the universe hasn't picked up on how you're scared and panicking right now, 3 more has joined the quest of chasing after you.

"Vhat do you think you're doing!? Stop running!" you heard the large man who was being accompanied by two smaller men yell with a thundering voice.

You felt like you were just yelled at and that made you panicked more, this felt exactly like what you older brother warned you about the generation of countries you were going to be part of.

It's going to be full of persistent men, no matter how scared they make you, they won't stop. So you must be stronger for yourself.

And right he was, as he here you were being chased by persistent men. All who are seemingly unaware of how uncomfortable they're making you right now, like dang, you are really regretting leaving your house right now. With the chaos going on around you, your mind has solidified your resolve.

You're getting out of here. Now

Screw what punishment queen Elinor might have for you for going back on your word and ditching meeting the rest of your kind. They may be your people but they're not your kind of people. And then an idea formed in your brilliant mind.

'It's not one of my best ideas but it can still buy me enough time to find a way out of here'

Settling with your idea, you quickened your pace until you were out of their sight and luckily you found a good temporary hiding spot so you settled there and waited for them to pass by you. Just after a few seconds you heard their steps, but then they stopped right infront of where you were hiding and then you heard one of them talk.

"Oh great, we lost her! Way to go guys! Right when I was about to introduce myself and bring her back to the meeting room to" said the bespectacled blond man, to who you have observed to be the loudest of them all.

"Who do you think you are to blame anyone here? She was already running when she already saw you, if anything this is your bloody fault! Going after her even when we told you not to!" the one in green said in a scolding way. Now taking a good look at him, his eyebrows are really thick....not that there's anything wrong with that!

"What!? How could this be just my fault? If you hadn't come rushing at our direction while fighting with France she would've been less scared. Not to mention the sudden appearances of China and Russia back there, everyone made her feel like she was getting ganged up on! So you can't pin this on just me" the man clapped back.

Upon being mentioned and dragged the way he did, an argument ensues where they start blaming each other and defending themselves. Finally the more composed blond man shut them up with his booming voice.

"Enough! You really can't be together in a minute without arguing, can you? It's almost embarassing to think that we lost to the likes of you! Look, she can't be that far and out this building yet. So let's split up and look for her, and try not to get into arguments while you're looking!" he said in the same commanding voice you had heard him use. And it worked as they all grew silent and finally split up to go look for you. Not knowing in the slighest that you were there, and that you heard everything.

"So they're always like that?...My plan might actually work" you said to yourself and finally scurried off to put your plan into action.

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Hey guys, sorry for not being back on the day that I said that I would be. It's just that life got me busy and i really couldn't find the time for this. But when I finally got a break, I decided to give you this chapter. And since I ended it on a cliffhanger, hopefully I could pressure myself into releasing the next one as fast as possible.

Also thanks for the people who are loyally liking all the chapters, you guys are really encouraging me to continue this story. Especially since most of you are closet Hetalians, glad to be one of your guilty pleasures lol.

Previous part:

https://www.tumblr.com/mystermoose/735852921789579264/the-country-of-cunning-victorsis-an-anxious

[midnightlee25]

Yandere Team Up: North Italy (Feliciano Vargas) & Germany (Ludwig)

Firm and squishy

Both are determined to always keep their darling with them.

Which means that wherever their darling goes they can or their darling gets dragged along with the pair.

They both protect their darling in their own way with Germany being a bodyguard type while Italy is more likely to run away while dragging his darling with them.

It's 50/50 whether Italy helps their darling get out of Germany's punishments or lets him punish them. It's 90/10 if he feels bad about it after or not.

Germany is stricter of the two but there are times when Italy can calm his strictness even if it's a small amount.

[apple---cider---vinegar]

Feliciano and Pasta

You've decided to get home early and surprise Feli.

You leave work early and buy a bouquet of Feli's favourite flowers, blissfully unaware of the soon to come rain.

Getting home in the rain was a hassle and by the time you reach your door, you're completely soaked.

Feli opens the door with a sunshine-y smile.

"Ciao, bella!"

You hold up the flowers and he immediately starts fussing with them and over you.

After you get changed, you join Feli in the kitchen. He was making pasta with your droopy flowers decorating the table. It makes you happy and when he kisses you in greeting, you smile into the kiss.

Things always seemed better when Feliciano was around with a bright smile.

[tigretulipa]

Capítulo 3

Antes de proceder, quería avisaros sobre que intento ir avisando por Instagram (TigreTulipa) y Bluesky (tigretulipa.bsky.social) de cualquier novedad o actualización sobre la historia. Antes tenía Twitter, pero como el señor ese se lo está cargando ya no sé dónde ir, así que me fui a la red social que conozco mejor después de esa TT-TT. Siento la tardanza, pensaba publicar los capítulos 3 y 4 antes de Navidad, pero no me dio tiempo porque los reescribí para cambiar algunas partes que no me terminaban de convencer. También he logrado sacarme el carnet de conducir tras mucho tiempo :’) Tenía la intención de publicar los capítulos 3 y 4 a la vez, pero he considerado que era mejor publicar por ahora el 3 y darme tiempo para arreglar el 4.

La mirada de _____ se encontraba perdida entre la multitud de la zona de embarque del aeropuerto mientras se distraía haciendo girar la maleta sobre sí misma. Visto que no tenía ni teléfono ni dinero, eso y ver las personas que iban de un lado a otro era lo más entretenido en aquel momento.

Aburrida, giró la cabeza hacia los ventanales que había a su derecha y se encontró con su reflejo, vestido con ropa que le había prestado Bélgica, sobre el cielo anochecido. Hacía rato que el sol se había llevado con él las tonalidades anaranjadas del atardecer para dar paso a los azulados oscuros y las estrellas de la noche, poco perceptibles por la contaminación lumínica de la ciudad.

Qué raro se le hacía referirse a alguien como país. Y qué raro se le hacía que un país tuviera cuerpo humano… Bueno, en cierta forma era más o menos como si fueran los representantes y presidentes de los territorios. Pero unos que eran prácticamente inmortales…

_____ volvió a mirar hacia la gente apretada en la pequeña tienda donde España había ido «un momento», según él, a comprar, pero desistió y puso la atención en sus pies al no lograr ver al español.

«Que sepas que a partir de ahora somos primos» le había dicho Antonio durante el trayecto hacia el aeropuerto. Según él, esa había sido la forma más rápida y fácil de darle unos apellidos nuevos y poder actuar como familiar si se daba el caso.

Eso le hizo recordar las palabras de Alemania.

_____ suspiró y apretó con un poco de fuerza su brazo derecho varias veces. Estaba nerviosa y, aunque Feliciano le había dicho que no la estaba regañando, se sentía culpable por estar allí y recibir su ayuda con la repercusión que-

—¡Ya estoy de vuelta! —anunció feliz España, con ambas manos ocupadas y una amplia sonrisa pegada a la cara—. Ay… —se quejó al sentarse—, uno no puede hacerse viejo —carcajeó, dirigiendo su vista hacia _____. Su rostro adquirió una expresión más seria, pero no dejó de sonreírle.

Casi podía ver cómo los engranajes de la mente de la joven giraban a mil por hora. Convivir con humanos durante tantos años le había permitido leerlos como si fueran un libro abierto.

La pobre chica le sonreía forzadamente, su mirada llena de confusión. Mañana hablaría con ella. Por entonces, con un movimiento rápido, la rodeó por la espalda con el brazo y la acercó a él a modo de abrazo.

—Sea lo que sea, no le des más vueltas al tarro, por el momento —le aconsejó—. Hoy, al llegar, directos a dormir. Mañana ya nos preocuparemos de lo que ronda por esta cabecita tuya —dijo usando el dedo índice para darle toquecitos suaves en la frente.

_____ tomó aire y lo soltó lentamente. Entendía lo que le sugería, pero no podía frenar la cadena de pensamientos. Era frustrante querer hacer algo pero no lograrlo.

Antonio parecía haberlo entendido y le volvió a sonreír, apenado.

—Te prometo que encontraremos la manera de llevarte de vuelta a casa, a tu mundo —le aseguró apretándole ligeramente el hombro con la mano.

La honestidad que había en las palabras de aquel hombre humedeció los ojos de la joven, pero se esforzó en retener las lágrimas para liberarlas en la intimidad y tranquilidad de su nuevo refugio en España. Ya solo le faltaba llorar delante de todos los que había por allí presentes.

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Afortunadamente, el vuelo fue tranquilo y apenas hubo turbulencias. Antonio se había pasado casi todo el viaje hablando, las pocas veces que permanecía callado era porque estaba ocupado bebiendo o comiendo. En otro momento le habría resultado abrumador lo que podía llegar a hablar, pero en ese momento _____ se sentía agradecida por no haber tenido oportunidad de retomar lo que su mente había dejado a medias. En algún momento se llegó a plantear si el español lo estaba haciendo adrede.

Tras bajar del avión, fueron a paso ligero a recoger el equipaje y tomar un taxi para llegar a casa de Antonio. Era entrada la madrugada y el cielo era totalmente oscuro, pero la luminosa ciudad no dormía: coches iban y venían por las calles y carreteas, la gente paseaba por las calles repletas de bares y otros locales llenos de vida y por las ventanas de varios edificios aún se podían ver luces encendidas. Poco a poco, fueron dejando atrás el bullicio del centro hasta llegar a una zona residencial más tranquila, donde el estruendo de las carreteras más cercanas quedaba ahogado por los árboles y bloques de pisos.

El taxista detuvo el vehículo delante de un bloque de apariencia bastante sencilla y _____ se bajó somnolienta del coche. A pesar de haber dormido hasta la tarde, el ajetreo del aeropuerto y el vuelo habían hecho que volviera a sentir sus párpados pesados. Temía quedarse dormida de pie si los cerraba ni que fuera unos segundos. Notaba que su cuerpo se iba relajando mientras contemplaba cómo el taxi se iba encogiendo a medida que se alejaba. Se sentía un poco más cerca de su hogar.

Con pasos pesados, Antonio y ella se dirigieron hacia el portal mientras Antonio rebuscaba en un bolsillo de su abrigo para sacar una gran cantidad de llaves que tintinearon cuando este intentaba dar con la correcta para abrir la puerta del edificio. Tras varios intentos fallidos, logró abrir la puerta chirriante. Era un edificio antiguo y por desgracia para sus pies agotados, no disponía de ascensor, así que tocaba subir por las escaleras de azulejos hidráulicos.

—No te preocupes, solo tenemos que subir tres plantas —le intentó animar Antonio.

La subida fue ardua y al llegar a la puerta del apartamento _____ luchó con todas sus fuerzas para no quedarse dormida en la entrada e intentó prestar atención a lo que Antonio le decía mientras le enseñaba rápidamente el lugar y le explicaba cómo funcionaban las cosas. Aparte de la cocina, tansolo se quedó con la ubicación del baño y del dormitorio de invitados, su habitación temporal. Y qué cómodo era el colchón cuando se dejó caer en él…

Mientras se ponía el pijama que le había prestado Antonio, se dedicó a examinar detenidamente su entorno: la tonalidad clara del parqué contrastaba con la madera oscura del armario y de la cama de matrimonio de estilos más antiguos que, a su vez, desentonaban con el resto de muebles un poco más modernos y minimalistas. Por lo que recordaba haber visto, el resto del piso parecía seguir el mismo patrón de contrastes pero sin llegar a ser visualmente incómodo. Parecía que Antonio había intentado modernizar el interior de su casa, pero no se había atrevido a deshacerse de algunas antigüedades.

Unos golpes suaves en la puerta de la habitación hicieron que rápidamente pusiera su mirada sobre esa.

—¿Se puede? —preguntó el anfitrión.

—¡Sí, adelante!

La puerta se abrió poco a poco y Antonio sacó la cabeza para comprobar que todo estaba bien. Acto seguido la abrió por completo.

—Solo venía a comentarte un par de cosas antes de dejarte dormir. —_____ le asintió para que prosiguiera.

—Mañana-, bueno, hoy —se corrigió al recordar qué hora era—, tengo una reunión a media mañana. No tardaré demasiado, pero si tienes hambre o lo que sea, que no te dé cosa beber, comer o hacer lo que quieras mientras no estoy.

—¿Seguro?

—Sí, seguro —le clarificó Antonio—. A ver, mientras no me quemes la casa o algo por el estilo, puedes hacer lo que quieras —se rio el hombre—. Tú, como si estuvieras en tu casa, ¿vale? Si quieres ver la tele, miras la tele. Si quieres leer, lees… Tengo para pintar, tengo películas, tengo juegos, … Usa lo que quieras sin problema.

—Muchas gracias Antonio, eh… España —. El hombre volvió a reír.

—Antonio está bien, no te preocupes. Casi que lo prefiero —confesó tímidamente—. Me hace sentir más… humano, por así decirlo.

—Pues Antonio entonces —le sonrió _____.

—Gracias. —La sonrisa del hombre parecía aún más sincera que todas las que le había dirigido anteriormente—. Espero que duermas bien. ¡Buenas noches! —le deseó antes de cerrar la puerta por completo.

De hecho, sí durmió bien. Se despertó cerca de ocho horas más tarde, aun con la esperanza de haber amanecido en su cama, en su mundo. Pero la realidad era decepcionante. A veces sentía que estaba dentro de un sueño muy largo y que todo a su alrededor era producto de su mente, como cuando algunas veces había sido consciente de que estaba soñando. Otras, tomaba consciencia de la realidad de su situación y sentía miedo y frustración: miedo porque todo era real y su vida se vería severamente afectada por algo que no había podido controlar y se escapaba de sus manos, y frustrada porque tenía que seguir adelante con su vida, un camino que no había elegido, pero que no le quedaba más remedio que seguir.

Estos sentimientos iban siempre acompañados por un sentimiento de culpa por no apreciar lo que los demás estaban haciendo por ella, por sentir que no apreciaba suficientemente la ayuda que estaba recibiendo. Realmente estaba muy agradecida y sabía lo afortunada que era. Pero no podía evitar sentirse contrariada.

Sintió la caricia suave de las sábanas cuando estiró su cuerpo antes de levantarse a subir con cuidado la persiana para dejar entrar la luz de la mañana. El cielo estaba completamente despejado y se podían apreciar sus bellos azules. _____ abrió la ventada para dejar entrar el aire fresco y ventilar la cama antes de hacerla. Entretanto, eligió su vestuario para el día: algo cómodo para estar en casa, tampoco tenía la intención de salir, y salió hacia el cuarto de baño que había justo al lado para acicalarse y estar presentable.

Al salir del dormitorio, oyó un alegre tarareo amortiguado y el sonido de algo cocinándose en una sartén proveniente de la cocina. El ambiente agradable de esa mañana le sacó una pequeña sonrisa y, soltando un suave suspiro, se puso en marcha. Al entrar al baño, vio que Antonio había tenido la amabilidad de dejarle preparados varios utensilios de higiene personal en una cestita de mimbre con una nota que indicaba que, en efecto, eran para ella.

—¡Buenos días y muchas gracias, Antonio! —le agradeció la muchacha al sacar la cabeza por la puerta de la cocina abierta.

El hombre, que estaba hincando el diente a un crujiente bocadillo de lomo aderezado, casi seguro por el olor que desprendía, con ajo y perejil, asintió con la cabeza mientras se cubría la boca para terminar de masticar y balbucear un «no hay de qué» antes de tragar.

—¡Buenos días! —le deseó antes de beber de la graciosa taza de plástico que tenía a su derecha. El asa morada tenía una extraña forma: eran como varios bultos pegados el uno al otro. El color morado predominaba en todo el objeto, con uno de los lados pintado de amarillo y naranja y un “Ferki” escrito en negro sobre el naranja.

Antonio, sintiéndose muy observado, miró de reojo a _____ e intentó descubrir hacia dónde iba su mirada. ¿Alguna mancha que no había visto? Ay, qué vergüenza si tenía restos del bocadillo en la cara… Pero, afortunadamente para su orgullo, era la taza lo que había captado su atención.

El hombre se rio bobamente y, por unos segundos, la joven recordó a Feliciano y pensó que la risa del italiano era más dulce. Avergonzada por dichos pensamientos, intentó deshacerse de ellos tan rápido como habían surgido. ¿Qué estaba haciendo?

—Me gusta coleccionar estas cosas —le confesó el español volteando ligeramente la taza mientras la observaba también—, antiguallas. Aunque puede que esto no cuente como una… Pero el mundo ha cambiado tanto en tan poco… —se lamentó y volvió a sorber de su bebida.

La fragancia dulce del líquido encandiló la nariz de la joven, quien se aproximó tímidamente a la mesa para ver qué era.

—Es Cola Cao. ¿Quieres? —le preguntó Antonio— Aún queda algo en el bote.

—¿Puedo?

—¡Sí, claro, mujer! —le afirmó él, sorprendido por la pregunta—. Espera —le pidió para poder terminarse la bebida.

Acto seguido, se levantó y se llevó de la mesa el plato y la taza para lavarlos en el fregadero y, tras ponerlos a secar, abrió uno de los armarios del gabinete y sacó dicho bote para darlo a _____.

—Y recuerda —le avisó levantando el dedo índice—: Come y bebe lo que quieras y cuanto quieras, mira la tele si te apetece, pinta si quieres también. Lo que te dije antes de ir a dormir. No quiero volver y encontrarte medio p’allá en el suelo, ¿vale?

—¿Seguro? —volvió a cuestionar la joven, aún sin creerse las palabras del hombre.

—Criatura de mi vida, ¿pero por quién me tomas? —insistió con voz dramática Antonio mientras sujetaba suavemente la cabeza de la muchacha con ambas manos— No tengo la costumbre de hacer que mis invitados pasen hambre y tú no vas a ser la primera —aclaró dándole un golpecito en la punta de la nariz.

Silencio.

—¿Y bien? —cuestionó Antonio alargando excesivamente la “e”. Intuía lo que se venía.

—Es que… Me sabe mal —insistió ansiosa _____.

—Pues que no te sepa —contestó divertido por la situación—. Y antes de que digas nada más, ¿tú qué harías en mi situación? —dijo cruzándose de brazos.

—Ofrecerte comida —contestó apenas audible.

—Pues eso —rio Antonio—. Que no te sepa mal, de verdad —reiteró el español—. Y si ves que falta algo, lo puedes anotar en la libreta que hay justo al lado del microondas, ¿de acuerdo?

_____ asintió con la cabeza.

—¡Perfecto pues! —se giró de repente para agarrar la cartera que colgaba de la silla—. Me voy que llegaré tarde. Si pasa cualquier cosa —añadió antes de salir pitando por la puerta y rebuscó en el bolsillo de su camisa blanca para sacar un papel en el que anotó rápidamente un número largo—, llámame usando el fijo, ¿vale?

—Todo claro, jefe —respondió sonriente y con voz firme. Antonio se rio de nuevo.

—¡Pues hasta luego! —se despidió—. ¡Llegaré antes de comer así que si te apetece podemos comer fuera! ¡Adiós!

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El tictac del reloj de péndulo que colgaba de la pared del salón y la respiración reposada de _____ eran los únicos sonidos perceptibles en esa pacífica mañana. Hacía un buen rato que había terminado de desayunar lo que había ido encontrando en la cocina y ahora estaba tumbada, aburrida en el sofá, contemplando el techo blanco.

Había estado mirando la tele mientras comía y al poco rato la apagó porque no encontraba ningún canal interesante y no tenía ganas de leer por el momento. Su cerebro le exigía entretenimiento, pero se sentía perezosa y nada despertaba realmente sus ganas de hacer algo.

Tal vez si le daba un poco el aire se le aclararía la mente. Uf, qué palo le daba levantarse… Pero, venga, que si no se pasaría todo el día allí tumbada sin hacer absolutamente nada.

Cuando abrió la puerta del balcón, el aire fresco de la calle acarició sus mejillas, aunque ya no se sentía tan frío como el de inicios de primavera. El caluroso verano se iba acercando y _____ no podía evitar dudar si lograría sobrevivir a las elevadas temperaturas de ese año viendo lo mal que lo había pasado el anterior. No era precisamente agradable recordar levantarse a las seis de la mañana empapada de sudor por el calor.

Apartando esos horribles recuerdos de verano, tomó asiento en una silla que había por allí fuera y se dejó caer en ella. Entre los espacios de la baranda observaba cómo se desarrollaba la vida en las calles del barrio: algunos paseaban perros, otros hacían deporte, algún que otro coche pasaba y rompía la tranquilidad de la calle, … La gente seguía con sus vidas, ignorantes de su situación, disfrutando de su lunes…

Con la tontería hacía casi tres días que había empezado todo. ¿Le habría llamado alguien en ese tiempo? ¿Su familia y amigos estarían preocupados por ella? ¿Y sus vecinos? Si tardaba demasiado en regresar, si seguían pasando los días así de rápido y aún estaba atrapada allí, seguramente alguien se preocuparía por ella. ¿Y si tardaba tanto que no llegaba a tiempo para pagar las facturas y el alquiler? ¿Y sus plantas? ¿Y su casa?

Fue entonces que comprendió la gravedad de su situación y todas sus dudas y temores se yuxtaponían en su cabeza.

Si lograba regresar, si lo lograba, ¿qué sería de ella? ¿Cómo justificaría su ausencia? ¿Qué haría con los impagos? ¿Y si no regresaba? ¿Con qué dinero pagaría las cosas y les devolvería los favores que le estaban haciendo? No podía vivir en casa de Antonio de gorra toda su vida, tendría que encontrar un trabajo allí, con lo difícil que ya era en su mundo. ¿Y sus seres queridos? ¿Ya no los vería más? Ni siquiera se había podido despedir de ellos.

Con torpeza y con las manos temblorosas apretadas sobre su frente, entró corriendo al salón. Las lágrimas brotaban sin parar de sus ojos, que buscaban nerviosos el frigorífico.

—Un limón, un limón —repetía con voz trémula mientras rebuscaba en los estantes del electrodoméstico. Recordaba haber oído decir que lamer una rodaja de limón ayudaba a distraer la mente en situaciones así. Por suerte, había medio limón en un rincón y se lo llevó directo a la boca, succionando el líquido ácido al mismo tiempo que intentaba rectificar su respiración agitada. La ansiedad no se la quitaba, pero por lo menos le había servido para calmarse un poco.

Una vez el sabor se volvió insoportable, retiró la fruta de sus labios, se pasó la mano por la cara para retirar el jugo que goteaba de su mentón y se fue al baño a remojarse la cara y limpiarse las lágrimas.

Cuando terminó de secarse el rostro, al levantar la mirada hacia el espejo, se encontró su reflejo desmejorado: tenía la frente, la nariz y las mejillas rojas por la presión de la sangre, los ojos vidriosos e hinchados y los labios, aún temblorosos, no tenían mejor aspecto.

_____ se pasó una mano por la frente y la deslizó hacia la nuca, soltando un suspiro entrecortado. Su mente cansada estaba en blanco y solo sentía desesperación. E impotencia, mucha impotencia.

«Una libreta».

A lo mejor anotando todo lo que le pasaba por la cabeza le ayudaría a ver las cosas con más claridad.

Echó un último vistazo a su reflejo decaído y se fue con pasos pesados hacia la cocina para proyectar su mente frenética en el papel de la pequeña libreta del microondas. Miles de imágenes y pensamientos sofocaban la joven llorosa. No sabía cómo gestionar todo aquello, era demasiado. Se sentía enjaulada. Por mucho que escribiera en el papel empapado por las lágrimas derramadas, nada se ordenaba, nada se resolvía, solo aparecían nuevos problemas.

Le dolía la cara y sentía el corazón punzado.

Estaba tan sumida en su torbellino mental que no se dio cuenta de la llegada de su anfitrión, quien la halló resoplando con una mano sujetando con desespero su frente, mirando fijamente la mesa. El español no tardó en descifrar qué estaba pasando.

Apenado, se acercó a la chica y, con voz suave, volvió a proferir un saludo para anunciar su presencia, apoyando gentilmente su mano en el hombro de _____. La muchacha se sobresaltó por el contacto inesperado y volteó todo su cuerpo para ver de quién se trataba.

Antonio se encontró con el rostro enrojecido y lagrimoso de _____, que cambió la expresión de susto por una de sorpresa. Se sentía avergonzada de haber sido descubierta en ese estado.

—Ay, cariño… —se lamentó Antonio— ¿Necesitas un abrazo?

_____ asintió, enjugando las lágrimas derramadas.

—Ven aquí —dijo acercando la muchacha hacia él para estrecharla contra su pecho mientras le acariciaba con cariño la cabeza.

El confort del abrazo despertó algo en la joven, como una llave abriendo un cerrojo, y liberó el llanto desconsolado que había intentado reprimir todo ese tiempo. Antonio permaneció en silencio, meciéndola con delicadeza y ofreciéndole pañuelos para que se sonase la nariz.

Poco a poco, _____ se iba calmando, recuperando el ritmo normal de su respiración. La tempestad que esos pensamientos habían provocado había aminorado, pero le dolía un montón la cabeza.

—Pe- —jadeó la joven— Perdona… —suspiró—. Por todo esto… —se disculpó un poco avergonzada por lo sucedido.

—No me pidas perdón por esto —le dijo él, finalizando el abrazo—. Tú, saca lo que lleves dentro. No es bueno guardárselo —le sonrió—. Si necesitas llorar, llora sin problema.

—Gracias… —le sonrió ella— Por todo. —Antonio se rio.

—Para eso estamos, mujer —declaró dándole un golpe suave en la espalda, a modo de ánimo. Pero la cara de Antonio adoptó una expresión más seria—. Si quieres hablar del tema… —le invitó— ¡No tiene que ser ahora, claro! —clarificó rápidamente.

La joven bajó la mirada hacia el suelo, con expresión seria, y consideró la oferta de Antonio. Por un lado, no quería bombardearle con más cosas. Pero, por otro, ya había llorado sus penas delante de él, era una de las pocas personas en las que podía confiar en su situación y ya se había mostrado abierto a escucharla.

—Puede ser ahora —decidió levantando la vista nuevamente.

—Sentémonos entonces —ofreció él, señalando con su mano el sofá del salón-comedor.

Ambos se dejaron caer en él.

—Cuando quieras —indicó Antonio prestándole toda atención.

_____ tomó aire.

—Bueno, a demás de lo que ya sabes —empezó—, es básicamente todo lo otro. —Los labios le volvían a temblar—. Es… qué voy a hacer con mi vida, ¿sabes...? —dijo ahogando un sollozo—. ¿Cómo sigo con mi vida? ¿Qué hago si vuelvo mucho más tarde y ya no tengo a donde ir? ¿Qué les cuento a los míos? —jadeó.

El español solo podía escuchar en silencio mientras la miraba con ojos vidriosos.

—Luego —prosiguió la joven con voz temblorosa—, me decís que me vais a ayudar, pero ¿por qué? —le replicó aún sin comprender a qué se debía esa actitud tan servicial de las naciones—. ¿Por qué os molestáis tanto por alguien que no conocéis? No sabéis quién soy, ni siquiera soy realmente de aquí. ¡No tenéis…! —Bajó el tono— No tenéis ningún tipo de compromiso conmigo… —suspiró y se pasó una mano por la cara.

Antonio le tomó la mano y posó la suya encima para reconfortarla.

—Es que, no quiero ser un lastre para vosotros —admitió con voz apocada—. Ya tenéis vuestros problemas. Sois encarnaciones de naciones, ¡per l’amor de Déu! —No quería ni imaginarse lo que debía ser tener que soportar todo lo que ocurre en el mundo sin poder intervenir demasiado en eso, como le habían contado en la reunión—. Si no logro regresar, o si tardo mucho en hacerlo, ¿qué será de mí en esta Tierra que no es la mía?

¿Qué sería de esa vida a la que dedicó tanto esfuerzo?

España retiró la mano de la de la joven y se apoyó completamente en el respaldo del sofá, soltando un profundo suspiro mientras miraba pensativo el techo.

—Para ser honesto, me es difícil responder tus dudas —confesó apenado, volviendo su mirada hacia _____—. Lo que sí te puedo prometer —añadió girándose sobre el sofá para mirarla de frente—, es que si te quedas aquí, me aseguraré de que puedas llevar una vida más o menos normal, encuentres un trabajo y puedas seguir con tu vida aquí. —El tono y la expresión del hombre eran serios.

La muchacha le miraba atenta, conmovida por sus declaraciones.

—En cuanto a por qué nos tomamos tantas molestias… —prosiguió el español— Sinceramente, ojalá lo pudiera hacer con todos los que viven aquí, pero me temo que no soy nada más que un… humano, que digamos, que existe porque también lo hace el país. Más allá de esto, no tengo ninguna habilidad especial, solo años de experiencia y una libertad limitada... Lo mismo se aplica al resto de los nuestros. —Su mirada se volvió algo oscura—. No podemos levantar sospechas, tampoco podemos dejar que quienes no deben sepan de nuestra existencia… Es… Es algo complicado. Vivir así, es duro… No poder hacer nada…

Ahora era el turno de _____ para posar su mano sobre el hombro de Antonio, quien la miraba con esos cálidos ojos verdes vidriosos por las lágrimas que amenazaban con salir.

—Al verte en esa situación, cuando Italia me pidió el favor… Quise ser de ayuda. Me sentí un poco rebelde, pero no hay nada más en este mundo que me haga tan feliz como ver a mi gente ser contenta con sus vidas —reveló la nación—. Sueño… Sueño con que algún día pueda sentir a todos felices, que améis tanto como yo os amo… Escuchar vuestras risas alegres... —declaró emocionado— Es un sentimiento que compartimos todos…

—Antonio-

—¡Pero no va de nosotros ahora! —le interrumpió, rompiendo el ambiente apesadumbrado que se había formado. Se frotó los ojos y se levantó ágil del sofá—. Va de ti —recalcó ofreciendo su mano para ayudarla a levantarse.

_____ no quiso insistir. Por cómo había reaccionado, parecía que Antonio no quería seguir hablando de ello. Así que le sonrió agradecida y tomó su mano. Sentía el pecho más ligero tras haber sacado lo que llevaba dentro.

—¡Venga, salgamos a comer fuera! —le invitó el alegre español— Así nos dará el aire a los dos, que nos conviene —sugirió formando una sonrisa genuina en sus labios.

—Eh… ¿Podemos esperar un momento a que se me deshinche un poco la cara? —solicitó la joven señalando sus ojos aún bastante hinchados. Antonio carcajeó.

—¡Faltaría más!

Dejo aquí la traducción de la expresión para no cortar el momento y porque es prácticamente igual que en español: Per l’amor de Déu: Por el amor de Dios.

Capítulo 2 🐞 Capítulo 4

🧾Masterlist

[somehow-a-writer]

Master List Of My Fics

Decided it would be a good idea to make this now before there were a bunch of post and a lot of scrolling lol

This will slowly, very slowly, grow. Eventually.

Hetalia One Shot Book:

Alfred's Party {2P America X Reader}

The Meeting {2P America X Reader PT2}

A Curious Flying Friend {England X Reader}

Enough {2P China X Bullied Reader}

Drunken Accident {2P England X Reader}

Trying {Prussia X Depressed Reader}

Demons {2P England X Reader}

Best Friends Brother {2P Italy X Reader}

Wait WHAT {Romano X Reader}

Getting Help {Italy X Reader}

That's Unexpected {2P Romano X Reader}

The Game {2P Canada X Reader}

Brothers {2p North & South Italy X Poly Reader}

New Start {Australia X Reader}

[milkemim]

Hetalia Advent Calendar: Day 1: First now

Word count: 1837

Link to all chapters

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It was finally december! Little baby Italy looked out the window in the morning, to see a thick blanket of snow covering the ground, with more falling every second that passed. He gasped and dropped down from the kitchen chair he was on.

“Ms. Hungary! Ms. Hungary, It’s snowing outside!” Italy yelled, running to her.

“Really?” She looks down at him and picks him up. “It came a bit late this year, hmm?”

Italy happily snuggles into her. “Can we go make snow angels? Por favore!”

“Let’s have some breakfast first, okay? Then we need to find you some winter clothes, and maybe you can ask [Name] to take you. I have a lot of chores to do today.” Hungary says, carrying Italy to the kitchen where Austria was almost done with breakfast.

After a happy, healthy breakfast, Italy approached [Name], who was sitting and watching Austria and Hungary run around. “Mx. [Name]! Will you look for a coat with me, please, and come play in the snow?”

“Little Italy!” They happily pick him up and place him on their lap. “That sounds like so much fun! I’m sure Austria has an old coat you can borrow.” They stand up and begin walking to an old storage room in the house.

“Mr. Austria’s coat? But that’ll be way too big on me!” Little Italy claims.

“He was as little as you once. Hehe, I remember how adorable he was. Me and Austria have been friends for a while now, did you know that? I have all kinds of embarrassing stories about him.”

“As little as me? Really?” Italy gasps, “Have you known Ms. Hungary for a long time too?” he smiles hopefully.

“No, not really. I got to know her just a little before you.” [Name] says as they reach the storage room. They put Italy down and open the door, turning the old light on. “Wow, it sure is dusty in here.”

Italy followed behind, looking at all the high stacked boxes. The storage room was messy, and Italy wasn’t allowed here without permission, which he never really got even if he asked nicely. The most he had seen inside was when Hungary had to go fetch something from there.

After a bit of searching through Austria’s old clothes that he hadn’t thrown away, saying he’ll tailor them to fit again, [Name] holds up a tiny coat. It was a little worn down, but it’d do the trick. “Try this one on!” [Name] says and helps Italy get the coat on.

“It’s a little big…” Italy comments and flaps his arms a little.

“That should be fine. Next, let’s get you some gloves and a hat! And boots too of course!” [Name] says, taking the coat off so Italy wouldn’t get hot.

The two search the old clothes boxes more, until Austria comes in. “I have been looking for Italy all over! What is he doing here? It’s dangerous, the loose items could fall on top of him.” He fusses and sighs. “I thought you’d at least be a little responsible, [Name].”

“Don’t worry, Austria! I’ll keep him safe! We were just looking for your old winter clothes so we could go out and play in the snow… And help Hungary with the chores too, of course.” [Name] assures.

“My old clothes?” Austria comes over and sits with the two, looking at the old box in front of [Name].There were articles of clothing scattered on the floor around them. “Was it impossible for you to just put them away neatly?” He glares a little.

“Haha, whoops! Anyway… Do you want to help us search?”

Italy smiles and watches the encounter between the two adults. Even though Austria could be scary and mean sometimes, he was a little amusing.

Finally, after some time and arguing, the clothes to keep Italy warm are found.

“Let’s go show Hungary your new clothes and then go play.” [Name] says, taking Italy’s hand and walking outside with him.

Hungary was shoveling snow around the house. She looks over to [Name] and Italy once she hears them waves them over.

“Awww! Aren’t you just so adorable?” She crouches down and pinches Italy’s cheek. “Do you want to help me shovel the snow? We can make a big snow mountain and then sled down it!”

Hungary gets Italy a little shovel to help her. Austria watched from a little ways away.

“I’ll go handle the backyard. Do you want to come with me, [Name]?” Austria asks, looking at them.

“Yeah, sure. Let’s make an ice piano!”

“No.”

After a few hours, both the back and front yard were less hazardous and more walkable. [Name] was spreading little pebbles on the walk path to make sure no one slips. Italy was climbing the little snow mountain that was born from all the shoveled snow. Hungary laughed and watched over Italy, clapping and complimenting his bravery and making sure he gets caught in case he slips.

Austria was walking behind [Name] to make sure they weren’t slacking off while spreading the pebbles. He walked over the path multiple times and nit-picked a little on where to add more pebbles. 

“Do you want an old man to fall and crack his head open?! Add more here!” Austria points in front of his feet. “I’m not even going to walk over this. It’s too dangerous.”

“There’s barely even any ice! But fine…” [Name] pours more pebbles around the area and sighs. “Seriously, we’re going to have to do this all again in two days when it snows even more. Shovel, sand… Play.” They look over to Italy and Hungary.

Austria looks over too. “Well, they sure look like they’re having fun.” He crosses his arms, trying to keep his cold hands warm.

[Name] smiles and turns back to Austria. “So, are you going to be playing Christmas songs on the piano from now on?”

“When it gets a little more holiday-ish.”

Italy waves to the two of them from on top of the mountain. “Hey! Come play with us! Let’s have a snowball fight!” He yells, laughing.

Austria sighs. “I’m cold. I’m going inside.” He says to [Name] and walks away.

“Boring… I’m coming, Italy!” [Name] runs over, almost slipping on the ice. “Woah! Let’s team up and defeat Ms. Hungary!”

Hungary laughs. “Bring it on, peasants!” 

“Here, I’ll even give you my gloves so we’re even.” [Name] smiles and hands them over to Hungary.

What a noble mistake. 

Hungary ended up totally sweeping the floor with poor little Italy and [Name]. All three of them were panting, Hungary and [Name] holding a competitive stare while having a little break. Until an annoying voice disturbed it…

“Hey, hey, hey! What’s going on here? A battle? Without the awesome Prussia involved?” Said Prussia hops over the fence.

“Hey! That’s trespassing! You’re not allowed here!” Hungary yells at him, now irked by his sudden presence.

“It’s Christmas, crime is forgivable!” Prussia laughs, walking over. “So what’s going on here? What, is Hungary losing to these two weaklings?”

“No!” Both [Name] and Hungary yelled.

“O’ mighty Prussia, team up with me! I need to take her down!” [Name] drops to their knees, their hands intertwined together.

“He is not joining our snowball fight!” Hungary protests.

“The great Prussia does not team up. But, I suppose I could be allies and help you defeat this little girl!” He smirks, taunting Hungary.

She glares at him. “Italy. Go inside and help Mr. Austria with whatever he’s doing. It’s about to get violent.”

“Eeek!!” Italy gladly runs away inside. Now it was just Prussia vs. Hungary vs. [Name].

Prussia and [Name] mostly focused on taking Hungary down, with throwing just a few snowballs at each other. Hungary wasn’t doing so well now, being teamed up by two competent fighters. While the two of them were focused with another little argument and fighting each other instead, she built a little wall of snow to duck behind to take cover and stock up on snowballs.

“Hey, Hungarys breaking the rules!” Prussia yells, disturbing the fight.

“I don’t think there’s any rules in a snowball fight… But she has an advantage now! You keep firing and I’ll make more snowballs and build a wall for us too! Just watch my back!” [Name] quickly makes a strategy and gets to work.

“Okay, I can do that!” Prussia smirks. “Hungary, you may have an upper hand for now, but don’t think you’re winning yet!”

The fierce battle went on. It was certainly more balanced with Prussia joining in. It was a bit too serious and competitive for a snowball fight, but there was still a lot of laughing and fun, even if Hungary and Prussia didn’t want to admit it.

Everyone was tired, but not ready to give up. Until Austria had to come and ruin the fun. He poked his upper body out of the window he was walking by.

“Fighting at my house is not allowed! How many times do I have to tell you?!”

“What are you gonna do about it, Austria?” Prussia yells back at him.

Austria ignores him. “And Hungary! Look at the yard! I hope you’ll be the one shoveling it all again, [Name], you too!” He glares.

“Y-yes, sir…” [Name] says and scratches the back of their neck.

“I would make Prussia do it as well, but he would only make matters worse. I’ll think of a fitting punishment for you!”

After Prussia is chased off the yard, meaning he just got bored of being chased around, Hungary and [Name] got to work on making the yard neat again.

“At least we didn’t make too much of a mess…” [Name] says, mostly to themselves.

“Yeah. Soon we’ll have to put up Christmas decorations though, so I’m glad we battled now instead of then. I wouldn’t want to try detangling Christmas lights back to how they were…” Hungary responds, Shoveling snow back onto the small mountain.

“Let’s blame Prussia for this.”

Hungary nods in agreement.

After all the yard work was done, Hungary and [Name] finally migrated back inside and got something warm to drink. The two made 4 mugs of hot chocolate and Hungary carried it on a tray. The two walked to the music room, [Name] holding the door open for Hungary.

Austria stopped playing the piano and looked over. Italy, who was sitting next to Austria and listening to him play, looked over as well.

“We made hot chocolate! One for you, and one for you.” Hungary smiles and hands each of them a mug.

“It’s getting dark out, and it started snowing again. The window here is nice and big, so we can watch as the snow falls and chat.” [Name] says.

And so they did. They piled blankets and pillows in front of the window. It was a cozy evening, and overall a good and fun day. December had started with a bang and hopefully it would be smooth sailing for the rest of the month.

[yawujin]

hello <3

can i plz request russia , romano and italy with a girl reader who used to have anorexia and did get better (back to a healthy weight) but is relapsing? how would they comfort her?

sorry if your not comfortable with this ,feel free to say no

love you, and you blog <3

helloo, thank you for the request. jsyk i am more than happy to write this and people in ed recovery will always have my support <3 here you go !!

request | russia, romano & italy x a female! reader in recovery

type | female reader , she/her pronouns , headcanons , comfort , tw for mentions of eating disorders , tw for mentions of relapse

author's note* if there is anyone out there struggling with an eating disorder or their mental health , please call a hotline. always remember to keep on going because happiness may just be around the corner. (ps: i tried my best to handle this topic with care! any and all feedback is welcomed!!)

russia/ivan braginsky ♡

he reminds her of how much better she felt when she was at a healthy weight. how she was able to be herself and not let anything that life threw her way dull her shine

"hang onto those memories."

he encourages her even more by complimenting her strength. the fact that she was able to recover was amazing in itself

i (and a few others in the fandom i think) headcanon russia as having a few body image issues of his own, so i feel like he'd be able to relate in that type of way.

he's the type she'd want to go to first for any kind of moral support

romano/lovino vargas ♡

he's able to drop the tough guy front he puts on usually and switches to a semi rare, sympathetic man who lets her lean on his shoulder for as long as she likes

he's able to quiet down for a while and listen to her talk about exactly how she is feeling

admittedly, he doesn't know a lot about eating disorders, but tries to understand in the best way that he can

"keep on doing everything you did in your recovery, and soon you will not be feeling this way." he's firm, but sincere when he tells her this.

italy/feliciano vargas ♡

the more italy listens to her talk about how she's feeling, the more he wants to reach over to her hand, hold it and squeeze

he compliments her on how great she is for recovering and remaining on the right path thus far, there's no way she can go back now

"it's a long-term type of thing bella, think towards the future!"

he reminds her that it's valid to have self doubts when recovering, but it's always better to continue to heal than to fall back into old habits.

[fandom-freak-123]

High school Sweethearts - Part 1 (Aph France x Male Country!Reader)

TW: there will be other languages, but I use google translate so the translations probably won't be perfect, but they will be at the end. Oh btw, You're Spain's brother in this, if you know Hetalia you will know that means you are also related to North and South Italy that's all, Bye!

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Key:

Frances Thoughts

Your Thoughts

___ = Your Name

N/N = Nickname

C/N = Country Name

Francis Bonnefoy = France

Gilbert Beilschmidt = Prussia

Gil = Prussia's Nickname

Gilbird = Gilbert's Pet Bird

Antonio Fernandez Carriedo = Spain

Toni/Tonio = Spain's Nickname

Feliciano Vargas = North Italy

Feli = North Italy's Nickname

Lovino/Romano Vargas = South Italy

Roma = North Italy's Nickname

Ludwig Beilschmidt = Germany

West = Prussia's Nickname for Germany

Roderich Edelstein = Austria

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France POV:

‘That’s odd. . . ___ should be here by now. . . I know he hates school, and most of the time he skips classes- but he always shows up nonetheless. . . so where is he? Maybe he's just late or sick-‘

“Hallo! Earth to flirt? Are you there?” Gil interrupted waving his hand in front of my face pulling me from my thoughts “uh- Oui? Sorry I must've gotten lost in thought” I smiled in response as Toni began to speak

“Mhm, sure anyway have you seen N/N?” My smile dropped as I looked at him “You haven't seen him either?” 'Toni looks so worried. . . God I hate seeing him like this' “No?. . . Not since last night-” ‘I can hear the fear in his voice. . . poor Tonio’ I looked at Gil he had this odd look on his face, it was like a mix of fear, worry and realisation.

“Hold on- didn't you say you could hear him and Lovino fighting last night?” My face dropped as I looked at Spain, he had the same look on his face as Gil now ‘. . .this isn't good'

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Your POV

“What happened to you three?” I asked walking over to the chaos trio

“___! Me asustaste! No vuelvas a desaparecer así de mí otra vez!” Spain yelled hugging me “We were all so worried! Even Gilbird!” Prussia explained as Gilbird flew over sitting on my head “uh- yeah I can tell-“

‘what in all 50 shades of fuck did miss???' “You seem confused Cher” Francis pointed out with a sigh as Spain let go of me stepping back “Well I don't exactly know what's happening-“ I responded looking at them all “well- you were later than normal, and no-one had seen you since your fight with Lovino”

Spain explained as I stared at him with pure confusion “. . . Moving on! Where did you go?”

“My bed, because I slept in” I deadpanned “I told you you should-“ Thankfully Spain was cut off by the bell ‘Thank you god for saving me from being lectured by my big brother' “Any of you have science first?” France could barely finish his sentence before Prussia responded “Hah! As if!”

Spain chuckled “I almost feel sorry for you. Anyway! Have fun, me and N/N have English, so we'll see you at break” Spain stated practically pulling me away “lucky bitch” “Bis später~” They responded walking away as Spain turned to me

“So as I was saying” ‘Please don't lecture me- Please don't lecture me- Please don't lecture me' “You really should set an alarm-“

“My body is my alarm, anyway, Isn't Germany in this class with us?” I asked changing the topic “Uhh Yeah I think so. . . and his brother- the Uhh piano guy” Spain laughed “You mean Roderich?” "I think that's his name”

We continued walking while talking about the youngest two German brothers “To be honest, I think Roderich is intimidating” I went to respond but someone beat me to it “My apologies” We both turned around to see a familiar face “I don't mean to be intimidating” I turned back around rushing to class, leaving my brother to deal with that issue on his own.

-Timeskip bought to you by Italians falling out of trees™️-

I sat down in my seat hearing a voice beside me “I hope you didn't miss me too much~” I looked sideways recognizing the accent “You were gone for an hour. I'm not that desperate” I responded rolling my eyes “yet you message me saying the opposite” France joked “Oi Frog! stop teasing him” I looked over at England “Why thank you kind sir” “But of course” He responded with a smirk.

I looked forwards seeing the teacher walk into the room ‘Welp this is it, hell has officially started'

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After Class / Third Person POV

“Ughh thank god it's finally over” “English is a confusing language” you nodded in agreement with your brother “I'm sure it's not half as confusing as Spanish” you heard England argue from behind you “Not for us!”

“Toni- in his defense we have no right to say that just like he has no right to say English is easier because it's our first language, it would be easier to us just like English is easier to him” England let out a small hum “I suppose you're right” you gave him a smug smile “Obviously I'm right when aren't I?”

Toni chuckled “Oh shut it” England responded rolling his eyes “Be nice black sheep” you heard a familiar French accent say “welp I'm out” Toni stated walking away “I'm going with you” England scoffed following Toni up the stairs towards the Maths rooms “I guess it's just me and you Frenchie” you sighed " . . why must you call me that?” Francis responded “Because I like Greece” you laughed “Fair enough. . . Uhm Cher I have to ask you something" “wassup?” you asked almost immediately “Umm well I wanted to ask if you could meet me at the gates after school” He said looking away

“So just the normal?” “Sort of- I mean just the two of us” He answered looking at me “Ok sounds easy enough” you shrugged still not turning to look at him “So- you have Geography next right?” He asked looking forward “Nope you know we only have one lesson together on Wednesday's” you responded looking at him with a smile

“Oui and what a sad thing that is” you rolled your eyes “Just go to class Frenchie I'II see you after school” “Huh? but what about lunch?” he asked “Lunchtime Isolation and before

you ask the isolation is for cussing a teacher out to her face in Spanish” France looked at you confused “How did you get in trouble for that?” “She was my Spanish teacher”

He chuckled “you really don't know how to stay out of trouble do you?” Gaining a laugh from you “Nope but that's why I bring extra clothes with me every day” He looked at you with pure confusion “I get changed in the bathrooms then I go walk around town for classes I know I’ll get in trouble in or can't be bothered to go to that's why I got detention

yesterday” “Oh- that's actually a decent reason to carry extra clothes” you let out a hum in agreement “they don't normally care as long as I go to at least one lesson and do my detentions and iso's” you laughed “Anyway I'II see you around” he nodded walking into his class as you headed off to go get changed.

That's all for part 1 because I have a love hate relationship with cliff hangers so here also, I will do the requests before a part 2 and as you can tell it takes me ages to write these so have fun waiting.

Translations:

Me asustaste! No vuelvas a desaparecer así de mí otra vez! = You scared me! Don't you ever disappear like that on me again!

Cher = Dear

bis später = See ya later

Oui = Yes

[worldheadcanons]

☆ vamptalia: gifting them a personal portrait!

starring. . . gender neutral, painter!reader and france + north italy.

author notes; vampire au!hetalia = vamptalia… i feel like a genius for thinking of that. feel free comment any other characters or monster types you’d like to see, i love writing for this sort of stuff.

francis bonnefoy!

— you’ve overheard your beloved complain many times about not seeing his own reflection. it’s lighthearted for the most part, but every now and then you can hear some pain in his voice. the only image francis has of himself is a foggy picture eroded by time. in other words, he relies solely on memory. after so many years on this earth, all he really remembers is his hair and eye color. he knows nothing of the little things that make up the big picture of his face. the highs and lows, the nooks and crannies— every special detail that you’ve come to grow fond of. they’re all long forgotten by him.

— it was… hard.. working on this gift. okay, hard was an understatement. it was close to impossible. you couldn’t take a picture and save it for later, so you had to have him sit still for you. in order to keep your gift a surprise, you told him that you needed a model for a difficult pose. he agreed and was eager to help you out. even so… francis was hard to deceive. there were many times during the painting process where he tried to peek at the picture. he’d ask a question, pretending to be concerned about the pose in order to lure you away from your work. you quickly learned that bonnefoy was a verypersuasive man. almost too persuasive. fortunately, you had managed to tough it out. 

— finally, after weeks of slaving away, your work had paid off. you brought the finished painting to his home, grinning from ear to ear. he asked you what the fuss was about but you just ignored his questions and sat him down. then, you pulled back the covers and revealed the fruits of your labor. “ta-da! what do you think?” 

— “it’s…. gorgeous.”

— it was a painting of him, which was wonderful in and of itself. however, what francis really enjoyed about the painting was that you had painted it. he was essentially seeing himself through your eyes. he was almost thrown off at how handsome you had made him... does he really look that good? he almost felt giddy. after a moment or two of initial shock he stood up and came close to the painting, wishing to inspect it further. he lifted his hand almost as if he wanted to touch it, to caress his own face. 

— the look on his face was that of complete and utter gratefulness. a tear or two streamed down his face, which would be concerning had you not seen the huge smile plastered on his face. they were tears of joy. bonnefoy’s voice was quiet. more gentle than weak. “i love it… i can’t thank you enough, *mon chéri.. ah, how will i ever show my gratitude for this.”

— you were quick to come to his side, pressing your lips to his cheek for a quick kiss. “it’s nothing, really. how about we hang it up? a handsome face like that deserves to be seen by the world. or at least, by the two of us.”

— he wiped his eyes and chuckled but he didn’t make an effort to disagree. francis really wouldn’t mind having his portrait hung up somewhere.. but then again, it just might be better having it here. a private beauty, viewed only by those important to him.

feliciano vargas!

— it didn’t take long for you to realize something was off about feliciano. as the two of you grew closer and you entered a relationship, he revealed to you that he was a vampire. this revelation lead to a discussion, and from this discussion you learned many things. for example, one thing you learned is that vargas hasn’t been a vampire for too long. maybe a century or so, give or take. he explained that he tried his best to keep up with current trends and ideas— for the most part, he was doing good at being modern. another fact is that, due to him being a vampire for around a century, feliciano hasn’t seen himself in a long while. even so, he remembers what he looks like pretty well. 

— after that talk, things continued on smoothly. your relationship had its ups and downs just like any other. anyways, fast forward to now. you had decided that as an anniversary gift, you would paint feliciano a personal portrait. painting was one of your favorite hobbies. you knew that you could do great at painting him. plus, he was fond of the arts, so you were certain that he’d really appreciate it. he’d look at it and remember his own beauty. and of course, he’d remember the person who painted it, that person being you. it was perfect! 

— it wasn’t too hard to hide the gift from him. he was more than happy to model for you without asking a lot of questions. vargas was a simple man. he was too busy enjoying the fact that he got to spend any sort of time with you to interrogate you. the painting itself wasn’t too complicated, just a picture of him with a nice brown background. you tried to make it like those royal portraits. feliciano would get a kick out of that. 

— he seemed to enjoy the beach a lot, so that was where you revealed your painting to him. you waited until it was the evening before bringing him out to the nearest beach. any sunlight would ruin the mood so you made sure it was after sunset. vargas wanted to play in the water so you pulled the painting out of your bag and set it up, leaving it on the sand with a white sheet covering it. after you two had your fun playing in the water, you decided to give him his anniversary gift. you pulled the sheet off the painting for a dramatic reveal. the portrait seemed to be enhanced by the light of the moon, something that you hadn’t expected but benefited from nonetheless. everything about the big unveil was utterly.. glorious. 

— you tried your best to gauge his response but it was hard to tell what exactly was on his mind. “so… what do you think?”

— one minute, radio silence. the next, he’s wrapping his arms around you. feliciano was a whirlwind of emotion. he pulled you into a hug so tight, you almost felt suffocated. almost. “*è perfetta! oh, mi piace così tanto..” 

— you had no idea what he meant but you reveled in the sound of him speaking his mother tongue. after tightly embracing you, he started peppering you in kisses. your cheeks, your lips, your forehead.. even your neck. it was then that you truly knew this reaction was a positive one. this was the reaction of a man madly in love.. a man full of gratitude. a man who was simply overflowing with affection for his lover.. you were glad that lover was you. “i take it this means you like it?”

— vargas paused his flurry of kisses for a moment, facing you with a smile, “i love it. and i love you.” 

— you grinned and leaned in to kiss his lips. that was all you really wanted to hear.

☆ TRANSLATIONS. — *”mon cheri” means my dear/my sweetheart. i used the masculine form because that’s more gender neutral. let me know if there’s a better phrase to use out there! — *”è perfetta! oh, mi piace così tanto.” should translate to “it’s perfect, oh i love it so much.”

[hetaliaimaginesin2022]

can we have germany, france, england and north italy's reaction to being called pretty by there crush? thank youuu

G o d, we absolutely can

I'm at work rn but I'm on break sooo... here's another post lol

England • Arthur Kirkland

Without thinking, he scoffs at you with his arms crossed and gaze averted

While normally that kind of reaction would be considered rude, the blush on his lightly freckled face and tips of his ears are enough to tell you that there's no reason to be offended

Typically he's a lot better at dealing with compliments, but there's just something about them coming from you that makes him loose his cool a bit

Excuses himself from the situation

Because I feel like he'd be much better at expressing his feelings through actions, rather than words, he'd leave a coffee or tea at your normal seat the next day

France • François Bonnefoy

Oh, how sweet of you, he'll cherish your words

He's had romantic feelings for you for a little bit now, teetering on the edge of asking you on a date, and while he's never had issues flirting with you, your little compliment emboldens him that much more

Everytime he sees you, he gives you a new compliment

"You look stunning today", "your smile is gorgeous", and "You brighten the room just by being in it" are just scratching the surface

If he finds you responding positively to these remarks or even firing back with some of your own, he'll excitedly daydream of ways to ask you on a date (instead of paying attention to the World Conference)

Germany • Ludwig Beilschmidt

Cute? Him?

He's a muscular 6 foot something tall man, so he's never been called "cute" in his life

In fact, he nearly misses you calling him is all together, it almost goes over his head

But when he does realize what you said, he gets a bit flustered, a soft pink settling across his face

He doesn't quite know what to do with himself after the unexpected compliment and opts to reply with a quick 'thank you' in his mother language while subconsciously rubbing the back of his neck

He's quick to think of a reason to leave and, once he's away from you, he nearly kicks himself for his reaction and for not complimenting you back

North Italy • Feliciano Vargas

He knows he is, but he loves hearing you say it anyway

He likes you a fair amount, something he has done nothing to hide, so he takes your compliment as a possible reciprocation of feelings

He does immediately compliment you back on the first thing about you that catches his attention at the time

As a side note, he most definitely does whatever he did to get you to call him cute again