#hiiumaa

[dream--interrupted]

Estonian Mikus (Seto&Hiiumaa)

[eluga]

Mägipe rändrahn

[anniahma]

Lehtma II (2019)

[mystery-dreamland]

[upmala]

idyllic summer days at the abandoned military outpost

[unteriors]

Nurste, Hiiu County, Estonia.

[robynator]

being a gay trans socialist while also being an estonian involved in politics in some official capacity is a fun experience because i am literally one or two connections away from the helmes (who see people like me as satan incarnate) at all times and i find that strangely beautiful

[timomoe]

HIIUMAA MIKU I LOVE HER AAAA

estonian miku!!

more specifically hiiumaa miku

[alackofghosts]

took a little jaunt to hiiumaa today

[ollebosse]

Kõpu Lighthouse on the Estonian island of Hiiumaa. It is one of the oldest lighthouses in the world having been in continuous use since its completion in 1531.

[ninevehsage]

Currently reading a cult classic:

SUDENMORSIAN (The Wolf's Bride), 1928 by Aino Kallas

"The Wolf's Bride is one of Aino Kallas' (1878 - 1956) central works. It is based on the ancient werewolf motif, long-lived in folk beliefs: Aalo, the young wife of a Hiiumaa forester, falls under a strange spell and transforms into a werewolf, snatching her away from her home and husband. She lives a double life, alternately as a human and then as a wolf, and has to come to terms with the fact that she has dared to step beyond the limits permitted for a human."

Aino Krohn Kallas (2 August 1878 – 9 November 1956) was a Finnish-Estonian author. Her novellas are considered to be prominent pieces of Finnish literature.

[eluga]

Palli, Hiiumaa

[estonian-is-horrible]

i hope you have dreams about being lost in a hand-made adventure park. forever. F O R E V

[timomoe]

Sweden Was an Asshole Hcs Masterlist

So since I got a lot of ppl nodding along like "yup yup, Timo's right" I thought I'd share some of the nonsense our favorite dad got up to before he was decent and got some character development. (Warnings for mentions of domestic abuse, torture, and war crimes)

Firstly, he was very domineering, manipulative, and controlling. This is because he viewed himself as a weapon and tool for the use of his kings/countrymen. Bc he viewed himself simply as a means to an end, he was NOT interested in the means themselves, so long as he got to the end, you know? So it was very common for Sweden to be handed the most horrific tasks because none of the humans would do them (this includes war crimes such as killing civilians - men, women, AND children - torture, and mass murder.) He had no qualms about manipulating people, taking advantage of them, etc. if it means he got what he needed/his crown wanted out of it. Think of the Mads Mikkelsen version of Hannibal, but like. 1000x worse! (Except he didn't ever eat anyone)

He was not kind to the nations he subjugated 90% of the time. He was the worst to Finland, namely because Finland often went out of his way to direct mishaps, mistakes, and outbursts from other nations onto him so they would not be hurt. Finland has so many scars from Sweden, they can't be counted. And his punishments for Finland depended on what he'd (or the nation he took the blame for) done. Anything from a beating, to whippings, to, on a small handful of occasions, torture.

I would like to note that this is less to do with Finnish/Swedish history (which also wasn't particularly ideal, and is considered a long era of colonization by most Finns I've spoken to, but that's a whole other thing) and more so to do with who Sweden and Finland were as people at the time. Finland is outspoken and uncontrollable - if he wants to do something, he won't let anyone stop it. Sweden commanded, demanded, required submission, and if he didn't get it, he would use any means necessary to get it. But Finland is stubborn and his will is absolutely unbreakable. Bc of this, they clashed, and they clashed HARD. This is the main reason why Finland suffered the most. (Keep in mind that Finland and Sweden were also MARRIED at this time, so add domestic violence to Sweden's crimes.)

He was a MASSIVE hypocrite. While he was busy treating Finland like shit, he fawned over Latvia and Estonia (ofc partially for strategic and manipulative purposes, but eventually it was bc he was genuinely fond of both of them.)

He was an unfaithful spouse, having numerous lovers and several serious relationships while he was married.

Took a leaf from Russia's playbook and routinely used his size and frightening demeanor to scare others into submission.

Bringing an OC into this (the island of Hiiumaa, an Estonian island & county) he refused to let him out of the house when he was home bc "he was too pretty to be let out of sight." Sweden also kept him inside to try and keep his complexion light and undamaged by the sun (YIKES) but then also straight up abandoned him and dumped him with a Russian family when he was not there to manage him himself. (This is horrific if you know how Russians dealt with their Estonian servants)

[scarlettlillies]

Hetalia - Yesterday (Nyo!DenEst)

A very belated submission for APH Estonia Week. Prompts used were Yesterday and Beach.

This fic was only supposed to be a brief 500-word ficlet. It turned into a 1.4K fic of Nyo!Denmark being a hopeless romantic. I've missed writing them so I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I had fun writing it. <3

If you prefer to read this on Ao3, please click the link here.

Summary: It was the final day of their brief holiday in Hiiumaa. Even though Estonia assures her that they will be back again soon, it's not enough. Denmark was tired of going home alone.

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The smell of coffee and waffles lured Denmark from the bedroom and into the kitchen.

Estonia’s index finger tapped against the granite countertop as she patiently waited for the final set of waffles to finish. One plate had already been completed and it had been left on the island counter behind her. Next to the plate was a cutting board with fresh strawberries, straight from her garden, that had already been sliced up in half. To the left side of the cutting board, there was a bottle of syrup, a cinnamon shaker, an open container of blueberries, and a stick of butter. The sound of a documentary on barn swallows could be faintly heard on the television in the living room.

Denmark used the moment to sneak up behind her and wrap her arms around Estonia’s waist. A loud yelp quickly turned into nervous laughter as Denmark pulled their bodies close and she nuzzled her face into Estonia’s neck. In comparison to Denmark, Estonia was already dressed for the day. She looked so cute dressed in a solid-coloured royal blue dress with a cropped black cardigan. Not a single strand of hair on her short bob haircut was out of place. She could faintly smell the lilac body spray off of Estonia’s skin. It was the same kind Denmark gave her as a birthday present a few months earlier.

“Don’t scare me like that!”

“Sorry,” she replied as she slipped in a quick kiss on Estonia’s cheek. Denmark could feel her lover’s tensions wash away as Estonia’s head fell back and onto Denmark’s left shoulder. Though the two women were close in height, Estonia was just a tad taller than her by only an inch or two.

“Did you sleep well?” Estonia asked.

“Always do. But why didn’t ya wake me earlier? I could have helped with breakfast.”

“I wanted to surprise you. Besides, I don’t think you would have appreciated me waking you up at six.”

Denmark groaned, “C’mon! We’re on vacation. There’s no need to get up that early.”

“Sorry but you know I’m an early bird! Six is the best time to be up.”

A loud buzzing noise interrupted the conversation. The waffles were finally finished.

Denmark was a tad disappointed to have Estonia break away from their quick embrace. But a surprise peck on her lips caught her off-guard. It was so unusual for Estonia to be this affectionate that it left her cheeks red and her head on cloud nine.

“I shouldn’t be much longer. Why don’t you get dressed? You must be cold with just a t-shirt and underwear on.”

She wasn’t wrong. Denmark was a little chilly. After all, she had just rolled out of bed the moment she caught the smell of Estonia’s cooking. Collecting herself, Denmark did as she was told, but not without stealing a blueberry from the open container while Estonia’s back was turned. Her eye caught the clock on the way out of the kitchen and noted that it was just after eight-thirty.

Denmark took no more than five minutes to get herself ready, wearing a simple red zip-up hoodie and matching red athletic shorts. She brushed up her pixie cut but skipped the makeup. She returned to the kitchen to see breakfast and coffee had been all laid out. Estonia was already seated across from her, enjoying a quick sip of her coffee. The smell of the cinnamon and the syrup made Denmark’s mouth water. She couldn’t wait to dig in.

Sunlight greeted the two women through white sheer curtains—a fitting end to their vacation. They mulled over their time in Hiiumaa. Estonia owned a vacation home on the island and they had been eagerly preparing their return here since the previous summer. Rain unfortunately put a damper on the majority of the vacation. But they made do with what they had. They hardly get to spend time together alone as a couple so a simple date night with dinner and a movie was all they needed to reconnect.

But yesterday had been perfect. Throughout the conversation, Denmark caught herself daydreaming about their time on the beach. She loved how perfect the warm sand felt between her feet. They rented out a small boat that fit just the two of them and rowed along a small portion of the coastline, with Estonia serving as her personal tour guide. Later in the evening, they swapped their swimwear for casual summer dresses to have a date night at a nearby restaurant. The staff knew Estonia well and were given the best seats they could offer—far enough that the two could have a private night to themselves, but close enough that they could still enjoy the local bands perform on stage. They stayed until the doors closed at midnight and they walked home hand-in-hand under skies where the sun never truly sets.

If only every day could be like yesterday.

“I know we have to head back to Tallinn today but is there enough time for one more walk on the beach?”

“I don’t see why not,” Estonia replied as she finished off the last few sips of her coffee. “We don’t have to board the ship until noon so we have plenty of time. It won’t be as warm as it was yesterday though.”

“That’s okay. I have you to keep me warm!”

Denmark was grinning from ear to ear and all Estonia could do was roll her eyes.

“Aw c’mon. I thought that was a good line.”

It really wasn’t. But she would never admit that she liked Denmark’s cheesy lines. The novelty would wear off quickly if she were allowed to slip them into every conversation.

Denmark hadn’t realized how hungry she was until she noticed Estonia still had half a waffle left and some fruit scattered around the plate. Their conversation had gone cold but neither seemed to mind. Estonia loved the peace and quiet. Denmark, meanwhile, was fixated on the scenery outside. Through the curtains, she could see the waves crashing against the shore in the distance. She shut her eyes and let her mind take her back to the beach once again. The two of them were alone and walking across the soft sand, wearing the same outfits as they were now. Before she knew it, Estonia slipped from her grasp, removed her white sandals, and made a run towards the sea. She ran far enough for the water to rise above her ankles. She lifted her dress just above her knees and began gliding her left foot across the water. Denmark watched with wonder as excitement built in her chest. Her movements were like a hypnotic dance meant for her eyes only.

Bright blue eyes met Estonia’s aqua-coloured ones. Her smile was enough to make Denmark melt in the sand.

Don’t just stand there! Come join me! The water’s perfect.

The sound of her laughter was music to Denmark’s ears. She dashed towards the sea where Estonia���s hand was reaching out to her, waiting patiently for her touch. At the moment where their hands met, Denmark’s eyes flew open at the sound of her name being called out to her.

“Taani—” She felt Estonia’s arms wrap around her shoulders. For a brief moment, Denmark felt slightly disoriented. She hadn’t expected that daydream to leave such a strong impact on both her mind and her heart.

“You don’t want to go home, do you?”

Coming down from the high, Denmark grabbed a hold of Estonia’s right hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. The action alone was all Estonia needed as an answer.

“This place is perfect. I wish I could stay here forever—with you.”

“We’ll be here again soon. Before we know it, it will be the end of July and we’ll be back here on vacation again, just like we planned.”

It wasn’t enough. She didn’t want to fly back to her home in the Copenhagen suburbs. She didn’t want to go to work where the paperwork piled high and meetings with leaders took up most of her day. She didn’t want the city life where the mornings and evenings felt empty.

No.

That way of life wasn’t for her. Denmark’s dream life was ripped from the pages of the novels she and Latvia gushed over. She wanted the country life with the big garden, the calm boat rides under the warm sun, the long drives to nowhere with the wind in her hair, and the early mornings and late nights where time stood still just for them.

She was tired of going home alone.

It was an unrealistic dream. But she wished it could be yesterday every day.