#vanya braginsky

[wickedwanchii]

crawls out of my cave to showcase my favoritest bear ever

[wanchiispiced]

Save a Horse ride a cowboy let a cowboy ride you-

Uncensored post available on my twitter:

[buruzaitama]

Kinda realistic Iván Braginsky! Happy (delayed) Birthday! ♥

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Withouth scarf (below)

Headcanon: He has a scar in his neck.

Canon: He actually uses a bandage, so we can guess that there is a scar.

[vehwill]

💔 Warning for some gore 💔

(꒪⌓꒪)

Put it back! 😱 My mouse is broken, sorry if it's a bit messy.

[senpaibanana]

happy first few days of summer 🌟 have a happi vanya to celebrate

[vnviub]

Privet!!!! Came back to Hetalia, fell in love with Vanechka again!!.. Lemme hug this boy please-

[ezicorifl]

Я доверял тебе, а ты забрал моё сердце

I trusted you, but you took my heart

[meliissa-art]

My Vanya is a mixture of rough-burly man and baby (but mostly baby).

Because that is what he is... an (almost) 2 m tall baby. Change my mind! >:3

I like drawing him with a large nose (I think it gives him a royal aesthetic), a round face and soft features (because that is more or less how its shown in the anime)

Where does your Russia fall on the Russia compass?

(loosely based on banjunky's england scale)

[wickedwanchii]

Who doesn't love a little cyberpunk cold war-

[generational-atrophy]

omgg i cant stop giggling n kicking my feet BUT can i request gn!reader 'accidentally' leaving a lipstick kiss mark on russia, america, canada, greece and japan before they leave for the day and the countries dont notice until either from a mirror or someone else points it out? AAOUGUGGH

hetalia russia, america, canada, greece, and japan when their s/os leave a kiss in lipstick

1.6k words ~ gender neutral headcanons

tw: none!

a/n: hjey guys did you know being a costume director is time consuming? i did not. send help. also enjoythis idk

Russia

It was never an easy affair to get Ivan out of the house. His clinginess combined with how admittedly boring his job was made it near impossible for him to leave without you forcing him to. Today was one of those days, and you were beginning to think you’d have to leave with him.

"But darling, can't you understand? It's so cold and miserable out there..." He whines as he holds you.

He's got you positioned so that you're standing between his legs while he sits on the couch, his arms wrapped tightly around you and his head resting against your chest. So... no escape available without coaxing.

"I know, I know, but you'll be late..."

"They will be ok without me, but I won't be ok without you!"

All you can do is sigh until you're suddenly struck with an idea. You can't go with him, but you can leave something with him. And looking down at his snow-white skin, you have just the idea.

"But you won't have to be without me, Vanya!" You chide, tilting his head up to look at you. His face lights up instantly.

"What do you mean?"

Instead of responding, you lean down and press a soft kiss against his forehead, leaving a pink imprint of your lips on his face.

"That one was magic, ok? It'll stay with you the whole day, so I'll always be with you!" It's childish, and you're struggling not to laugh, but his innocent expression tells you all you need to know. He'll finally let you go, none the wiser as to what you really meant.

-

"Ah- Mr. Braginsky..." Some random intern was forced to prompt later in the day, his tone fearful as to how Ivan would react.

"Yes?"

"You... you have something on- on your face..."

"Huh?" He reaches up to wipe where the intern had gestured, but only smiles when he comes away with your favourite lipstick. He decides that whatever left can stay... it's just your magic, after all.

America

Alfred was a busy man for all the effort he expended to prevent that exact reality. He'd much rather spend all day playing video games at home with you, but duty calls. Though, now, was just glad that for once, you were busy as well.

“Hey, babe!” He greets you with a bright smile, resting his hand on your shoulder before moving to sit across from you. The meeting spot he had chosen was busy, but at least it wasn't far from either places you two needed to be.

“Were you waiting long?”

“No, not really,“ You respond with a sigh, twirling the straw in your drink.

”Well, that's good because uh- bad news, I won't be able to stay l-“

”Ugh! Seriously?“

He shrinks a little, fidgeting with his hair, ”Yeah, I know, but like- I can't reall-“

”Do they know you're a person? Like, a person who needs to live?“

“Technically, I'm not, babe,” He laughs, “But I appreciate how protective you are anyway.“

He continued to talk with you for a while, about your day, his day, a weird guy he saw on the street, about how you can't keep threatening his boss because he's the president- until after only a few moments, his phone rang.

He sucked in a quick breath and accepted it, only speaking for a second. Then, he got up with a dramatic groan.

“That's my cue. I guess I'll see you later, K?”

But he wasn't about to get away that easy. You shot up, grabbing onto his tie and pulling closer so you could kiss his cheek quickly.

“For good luck,” You assure, and he grins.

-

“What are you guys laughing about?” Alfred asks as soon as he goes back to work, looking nervously at the group of co-workers pointing at him.

“Got something on your face, man!”

Instantly, he realizes what happened and hurriedly wipes it off. His face is red with embarrassment, but he can't deny the butterflies in his stomach.

Canada

No matter how long you've been together, Matthew never stopped trying to be the picture-perfect boyfriend. At least, that's what you thought as he chose to show up with roses when he came to pick you up. It might've been a fancy event, but you're sure no one else would be doing that kind of thing. But who were you this kind of attention?

“Uhm- good evening, Y/N,” He stutters out as you let him come in for a moment.

“Awww, you shouldn't have!“ You take the roses from him and set them aside.

”It- It's nothing, really-“

”Most men wouldn't even think of that anymore...“ You assure him. He looks sheepish now as if he hadn't expected you to like your gift.

”Then- then, um- they should learn how to t-treat their partners...“

How cute. You walk over to him and stand on your toes to kiss his cheek, to which he immediately stiffens and blushes.

“Thank you, Matthew.”

“Ye-Yeah, uh-huh- yeah- y-you're welcome,” He mumbles, looking down in embarrassment. The colour gracing his cheeks almost perfectly matches the mark your lipstick left behind. You begin to say something about it, but before you can, he frantically cuts you off.

“So- we should get g-going right? Right, time to go...” He blurts out, taking your hand and almost dragging you out to the car.

-

Finally, once you two arrived at the event, you gathered the courage to tell him.

While you two walked, arm in arm, up to the main entrance, you suddenly blurted out, ”You have lipstick on your cheek!“

Except by that time, more than a couple of people had seen him. causing him to instantly freeze up.

The colour drained from his face, and he weakly whimpered out, ”Um, c-could you- uh- g-get it?“

You immediately obliged, cleaning off his cheek. He was embarrassed, but it was still on his mind all night.

Greece

“But do you have to?”

“Yes.”

“But-”

“I’m not getting out of this one, ok?”

“But I don’t want you to go…” His protests were typical, but that didn’t make them any less annoying. Although, it’s hard to resist him when he’s clinging to you like a lost puppy and he smells like he just finished cooking.

“It’ll only be a few hours, ok?” You sigh, finally finishing your makeup.

All he can do now is whine softly, which makes you realize there may be only one way to stop his desperate clinginess. You turn around in his arms, take his pleading face in your hands, and press frenzied kisses all over it. Instantly, his eyes light up and his lips form a dopish smile, and you know you’re free.

“Is that better?” You ask, and he nods. But before you let go, you have to admire how silly he looks with your lips painted all over his face.

-

By the time you return home, it’s already dark. The house is quiet, and when you check the time, you realize he would’ve fallen asleep hours ago. But considering how exhausted you are already, it’s nothing but a relief.

When you enter your shared bedroom, your thoughts are confirmed. He’s already passed out, his broad body splayed haphazardly over your blankets. At first, you don’t think anything of it. But when you turn on the light to get ready for bed, you notice the red stains still sitting on his cheeks.

Somehow, throughout the entire rest of the day, he never looked in the mirror long enough to notice the lipstick covering his face. Or, maybe he did, and just decided that your tokens of affection could stay.

Japan

Kiku was never late. Not even when tired, sick, or at war, was he late to anything. So, the one day that he allowed himself to relax with you, was naturally the first day in centuries that he hadn’t been an hour early. 

“It’s gonna be alright!” You call out from the bathroom while you do your makeup, and he doesn’t even waste the time to respond. Even from all the way across the house, you can hear him desperately throwing things together.

“It is not alright!”

“You’ll still be on time!” That doesn’t seem to convince him to calm down at all, as you can hear his panicked breaths growing louder as he makes his way over to the entry door.

“Wait, wait, hold on,” You insist, and he pauses for a moment. When you meet him at the door, he looks a mess. His hair was askew, his eyes wild with panic, and his tie nearly all the way to the side.

You sigh and begin tidying him up. He relaxes under your touch, you can tell even from under his layers of stoicism; although he can’t allow himself to bask in your attention for long.

“I must go-”

“I know, I know, just…” You pull him forward, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek. He blushes but doesn’t let that distract him. In a moment, he’s gone out the door.

-

After a frenzied drive into the city, he can finally breathe a sigh of relief. 10 minutes early… not great, but enough. He looks in the mirror one last time, making sure he looks his best before he finally steps out into the public when he notices it. The print of your lipstick, still on his cheek.

His touch lingers on it for a moment, his breathing stilling, before he rubs it off. You’ll just have to replace it later, he tells himself before he finally steps out of the car.

[vehwill]

Warning for some messy g🫀re❣️

🌻🫶❤️

"Broken heart"

Totally not an excuse to draw hairy big boned Ivan 🥰

[meliissa-art]

This made me consider draw my OCs and confort characters in AUs

more dead plate au perhaps?

[eruverse]

Ivan Braginsky would do this

Speaking abt flowers, some time ago — or still is now? — is dandelion season in Russia. Vanya likes that it’s a bright sunny yellow color, but that thing is so invasive and he is always overwhelmed and a little intimidated by it whenever the season rolls around. He will wake up and his garden would be run over by dandelions. He will mow them and throw them into his neighbor’s property.

[meliissa-art]

This hits hard to me. Im not Russian, but right now Cuba, where my family is from, there are a lot of revolts and the situation is tense.

I also have some faith that both Cuba and Russia's situation will improve. We must keep going, and stay strong.

I wish yall the best <3

Hello there! I was absent due to health, but now I’m back in action 💪

In connection with recent events, the feelings are extraordinary. On the one hand, I received confirmation that the choice of the citizens of my country no longer matters (believe me, before the elections I still had hope for changes!), but on the other hand, people saw that they are not alone, that there are many of us . With the death of... the man-voice-of-the-people (you yourself understand who I mean), the light went out completely. I don’t understand what will happen next and I’m a little scared, not even for myself, because my family has the opportunity to at least leave, but for the future of my homeland. I realized for myself that I love my city, people, nature, and in general my country. If I leave, how long will I not see my native land, how much will the life of the citizens of my country be ruined and how much will the government become intoxicated?

However, you shouldn’t lose heart, if nothing lasts forever, that means tyranny will come to an end!

Это пойдёт!

Sorry for this, Im just little upset. I will post the full work only here. On my usual Russian-language platform, posting this is a little risky due to moderation.

[another-girasol]

Hetalia Soviet Russ

Dibujo digital de la representación física de la Rusia Soviética

Fandom:Hetalia

[buruzaitama]

I missed drawing him! ♥ A little bit of inspiration and he’s here again x) ♥

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Ivan © Himaruya