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[welcometohetaliahell]

Hello! Always successful to see a new imagines blog! Could I please request the Allies' reaction to making their s/o laugh so hard that s/o accidentally snorts and gets all embarrassed? Thank you!!

Thank you so much for such a silly request! I really had a blast writing this so I hope that it’ll be to your tastes!

America

Laughing with you as soon as he gets you to snort, America soon ends up doing the same and starting a cycle.

One moment you’ll laugh struggling to catch your breath but as soon as you let out another wheeze he’ll start laughing again until he eventually does the same in turn.

It’s not until you’ve both nearly exhausted yourself that you can see the big smile still plastered on his face, evidence of how proud he is to have made you laugh that hard.

He has a riot getting to laugh so much with you so he’d commit to memory whatever made you laugh so hard in the first place so that you two can do this again.

The laughing cycle as he may just call it will become one of his favorite things to get started, even going so far to go off of your reaction that first time to do more that’ll get a good reaction out of you.

China

This man would be nothing but smug at getting you to let out such a laugh at something he said.

Smug and dare I say in awe at how cute you are when you laugh. He’s overjoyed to have you as a significant other and is proud of how he’s able to make you laugh as hard as you did.

The little snort you did like a trophy he was awarded with for his comedic genius, would live on in his head for an eternity.

He may not go out of his way to make you laugh on purpose or break down in a fit of laughter alongside you like Alfred but he will swell with pride at the knowledge that the reason you laughed so hard was thanks to him.

England

Similar to China, he would be smug as all hell at getting such a good laugh out of you. That snort at the end nearly making him crack a laugh too even despite his clear efforts to hold it in.

He didn’t think you’d react so strongly at a little quip of his but he can’t say he’s unhappy about the reaction he got.

His humors normally considered quite dry or boring by others so it gives him a rather big head when he hears such a loud snort from you.

And it’s that exact sound that encourages him to show off his humor more around you in the hopes that he can hear you laugh like that again.

He may even laugh with you if you happen to wheeze hard or snort another time when he gets you going, nearly falling into a fit of laughter of himself.

France

Oh how he adores all the sounds you make! Even when he gets you laughing that melodious laugh of yours only for it to end in a loud snort he finds it charming as ever.

He may not get particularly smug about simply making you laugh but he will be happy to remember what gets a reaction out of you. That way if he needs to hear you laugh or bring a smile on your face quickly he’ll be able to use everything he’s learned.

He commits every little thing he learns about you to memory and that boisterous laugh of yours after one little joke he made is just another of the many other little things that he’ll treasure for years to come.

He may just be encouraged make you laugh and make some of the most ugliest sounds and yet he’ll always tell you that they’re the most beautiful sounds you make, sometimes struggling to get the words out through one of his own laughs if it’s particularly strange sounding.

Russia

Similar to France, Russia loves your laugh above all else. Why the only thing he could ever love more is when he gets you to laugh so hard you let out a snort or any other kind of funny sound.

He wants to always make you smile or laugh when you’re with him so he may just abuse whatever he learns makes you laugh that hard, often finding the smallest of excuses to get another snort from you.

The only issue here being that he may just keep going even when you beg him not to. Though you’re normally spared by making him let out a giggle at some of the more strange sounds you make.

The two of you often ending up laughing together, albeit your laughs being far more uncontrollable as Ivan lets out plenty of giggles at his own work.

He’s glad that he can be the one to make you laugh like this and is happy to have days where you both just laugh and laugh together. That’s why once one thing wears off he’ll be sure to find out the next best thing to get a good reaction out of you.

[welcometohetaliahell]

Could you do kiss headcanons for the awesome trio?

I think something can be arranged for you, Lovely~

America:

Al kisses you when you're in the middle of a laugh, your eyes bright and cheeks warm from your delight, but he's pulling away again only a moment later, both of you still fighting off some remaining giggles.

He honestly can't even remember what you had been laughing about, but his sides were aching from the effort, a few hot tears in his eyes.

He presses another kiss to your lips as your giggles fade away, smile meeting smile.

You're amazing; he thinks he's probably the luckiest guy on Earth.

He can't help but sigh in mock annoyance as you pull him closer to you, lets his thoughts float away as you take the lead.

He represses a shiver as your finger brushes against the spot behind his ear, chills shooting down to his toes. You're humming into him, an apology maybe, as your hand moves to settle on his shoulder instead.

He's only vaguely aware of the world around you, the aromatic ginkgo berries and cherry blossoms mixing together with that dusty scent that is so distinctly marble. He can hear the memorial fountain, children splashing and giggling as they try to chase ducks around the grass.

But all of that- all of it- is gone again when you pull back, sighing out his name with another small laugh, the sunshine brightly shining in your eyes.

He can't stop himself from leaning forward to kiss you again.

Denmark:

Mathius kisses you slowly, languidly, his fingers lingering in your hair as he tenderly guides you into the familiar ebb and flow.

There is no rush, no greater expectations. Just having this chance to spend time with you, to move gently in this timeless dance, the deck swaying gently beneath his feet-

The air is crisp with the scent of the sea, filling his lungs with its ageless, youthful energy and its endless state of wonder, only highlighting the endless wonder that is you: the softest sections of your cheeks, the lingering taste of your half-finished lunch, how gentle your hands are as you wrap your arms around him in return.

You're unpredictable; your smile twists against his lips, your fingernails scratching lightly into his back-

And yet you remain constant as the stars, sighing a soft surrender, your embrace once more proving to always be a safe harbor.

The sun is hot against his neck, the salty air is scratching his skin, but your hands are gentle, your arms are home.

He kisses you with all the patience in the world; there is nothing outside this moment that could matter to him more than this-

Nothing that matters more than sharing another breath, drowning in your eyes, taking your hand as you start pulling him back into the dance again.

Prussia:

Gil kisses like a man half-starved.

You're like a drug, a heady intoxication claiming all his thoughts and desires with just a look, one you might not even be entirely aware of.

He is obsessed, and it makes him so vulnerable.

He pulls you in with what he's sure is anger, hidden away from curious eyes, from listening ears.

Why are you doing this me, he means to ask, but his intended confrontation is forgotten the moment instinct takes over. The second he tastes you, all things are forgotten- ignored; he's reminded again of how this really is his favourite activity.

It's such a familiar dance, yet he never gets tired of it.

The sensation of your smile curling against his own, the dizzying heat of your breath, the feigned, tiny protest you always attempt before the ultimate surrender-

And then you're always dragging him deeper and deeper, closer and closer, demanding more and more.

He's truly helpless to your every whim in these moments, completely weak for you.

It should alarm him, should make him wary, but he relishes in it, craves it.

There have been other kisses, other moments in his past, but never anything like these.

Nothing that had him wishing the house guests would leave sooner, wishing the night belonged only to you.

It only takes a single taste to fall helplessly back into addiction; all he wants to do is drown in you.

Hope you enjoyed!

[welcometohetaliahell]

Hi! Can I ask for some headcanons for the Allies (Hetalia) to receiving a love letter from their crush?

ALFRED is beyond himself with joy. He'd recognize that handwriting even if he was high up in the sky, he just would. That carefully delicate writing, perfectly crafted for his eyes and his eyes only, he loves it. But do you know what he'd love even more? Babe please, tell your feelings about him in person! He wants to kiss and cuddle you even more now, there is no going back!! He is ready to love you for the rest of his life! He'll look at you with those puppy dog eyes and you will just melt at the sight, it's too cute to ignore. Alfred will be sweet like candy and he will treat you right, just you wait!

ARTHUR is shocked but in the best way possible! His crush actually likes him back? He's not sleeping?? What is this madness! Well, whatever it is, he's beyond himself! Oh love please, please tell him how you feel! Hold him close and tell him exactly how you feel about him because he feels the exact same way, if not even more!! Say those three beautiful words and that is it, he is yours forever! ...he won't say that out loud, of course. He does have to keep face after all. But that little skip on his step and the blush on his cheeks is too strong to be denied, Arthur is hooked.

Is it possible for FRANCIS to love you even more now? Because congratulations, you managed to do it!! Sweet rose, don't be shy, please run into his arms and kiss him! Kiss him and never let him go, he swears on his soul that he will be yours and yours alone! He will be so openly giddy about the letter, he won't stop showing it around. He was already head over heels in love but this just takes the cake.

IVAN is, to put it simply, at a loss for words. You like him... His sunflower actually likes him... He plays it off to the others that he knew this from the start but he knows damn well that he is bluffing. He clutches the letter like a mad man, he holds it so hard that one might get worried that his fingers will start to bleed. He is trembling with excitement, he has to find you as soon as possible! Say you'll be his out loud or so help him...!

Ah, innocent MATTHEW is at a loss for words... You actually like him? You're not messing with him, right? Sweet maple leaf, this is the most wonderful thing in the whole wide world! He is red like a cherry tomato but he does not care!! He actually managed to sweep you off your feet, this calls for a celebration!

Old man XIAO is probably the most calm out of everyone here, but that won't stop him from being cheering in victory. He holds Panda close as he dances like the lovestruck fool that he is in his kitchen, the stove still on with his dinner. For once the food can wait because this is just much too important!! Expect a grand feast from this man, that is the least that you'll get from him!

[welcometohetaliahell]

Headcanons for France, America and Romano with a touch starved s/o who loves to always be touching but is too embarrassed to ask to cuddle or hug etc?

France

He knows something is up. He can feel it in his gut. It also helps that France is very good at reading people. It is interesting how often we spill so much about ourselves with simple gestures. He notices how your arms seemed to grasp him tighter in the last second of ending a hug. How you’re fingertips seem to stretch out to touch him in passing. And his heart breaks because he realises you are to shy to ask him for some skinship. Him out of all people. Oh darling, he would have have you smothered to death if he had his way. Coddling you day and night. And yet he will treat subtly around the subject. His arms inviting you over more frequently, stroking your sides and whispering sweet words to you. Please, never shy away from him. Never him.

America

Truth to be told…America did long for human contact as well. He knew he wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea and that has left him with little to no people wanting to actually get close to him. He seemed so unbothered and careless but he understood how it was to long for the simply touch of skin on skin. He might not notice your own dilemma, simply writing it of as shyness, but he did enjoy indulging in prolonged hugs, resting foreheads against each other, holding hands or simply enjoying each others presence in rare silent moments. America might actually think that you are indulging his own broken feelings never realising that it was the same for you. In any case, he throws himself onto you constantly anyways, you never had to worry about asking something from him. The only question was if you would tell him about your own feelings.

Romano

Now he’s a bit of a hard-head, never truly realising what you’re asking for. He enjoys skinship, throwing an arm around you, holding hands, kissing, making out the works but…he will never get what you’re after if you don’t tell him. He simply assumes everything is normal. The only time he actually did become suspicious would be if you ceased any form of initiation. Was he suddendly not good enough for you? Didn’t you enjoy his presence anymore? Out with it. He could’nt have known how much you struggled with a simple request such as asking for some hugs but please, Romano reassures you, feel free to just jump him. He likes knowing that you enjoy him and his soothing touch more than anything.

[welcometohetaliahell]

IMAGING your favorite character kissing your freckles

Your both in public and they take your hand to kiss the freckle on it

When you're laying on your stomach trying to sleep and they lift your shirt and slowly give every freckle, every single one on your back a slow kiss

Your cooking dinner and they come up behind you, wraps one of their arms around your waist while the other pulls your collar down to expose your shoulder and gives the galaxy thats on it a couple of little smooches then the let go of your collar and just holds you while your just in a daze (then they ruin the moment by letting you know foods burning)

Their sitting on the couch and they pull you into their lap, takes holds of one of your hands and slowly starting from the wrist giving every drop of paint the sun has ever left on your skin a sweet little kiss making you feel like a masterpiece as they slowly make their way up your arm and shoulder to your ear

(Warning: this one a little spicy)

Your laying in bed reading and you feel them gently grab your ankle and kiss the freckle on top of your foot and once again they slowly make there way up till their head is between you thighs leaving hickeys on every freckle on you thighs

[welcometohetaliahell]

How about something with 2p Canada. I’m curious about your interpretation of him.

Fic, headcanon list, or whatever. It’s up to you this time.

!!! You got my attention. It’s weird that I’ve never done 2p Canada, so it’s about time I change that! I already have a few ideas for our Mountie 🍁 Let’s go with some headcanons to start him off. Again, thanks for requesting the stuff I haven’t done yet. I’d reckon these are pretty important for character development!

2p! Canada Headcanons

He looks just like the kind of person he is. Stoic, intimidating, but with so much more to unpack. Once you get past his quiet exterior, you’ll notice he’s actually quite mellow, and a bigger person than you could possibly imagine.

Appearance

He has rich, honey blonde hair that goes well past his shoulders. For someone so ruggedly handsome, his curls are worthy of a shampoo advertisement. He usually ties them up in a low ponytail, and somehow, he makes it work without looking like a founding father. On some days, he will rock a man bun.

Matt is very tall. Like, 6’4” kinda tall. He’s got a pretty muscular build too, so if you see him in the woods, you could mistake him for a bear. Fortunately, he’s always wearing something red, be it his flannel, or Mountie uniform. He frequently alternates between the two like they’re the only clothes he owns. Under them is a plethora of scars, as if he’s been clawed by something. He’s never shown them to anybody.

Appearance is the last of his priorities. He doesn’t care to look good, and he doesn’t care that people see him and immediately go, ‘wow, it looks like he could take your head off’. In fact, he finds it useful to his anti-social nature.

Personality

He is a very introverted soul. Matt speaks only when necessary, and that’s usually when someone talks to him first. Small-talk is a big no. He doesn’t have the capacity or willingness to follow social cues, be friendly, or ‘go with the flow’. It’s a pain in the ass to force connection, and be something he’s not. Many people think badly of him for this, but he just puts a lot of value on his own time and energy.

On the outside, he’s serious and mechanical. He’s not afraid to say what he thinks, and you can’t even hold it against him because he backs it up with sound reasoning. Calm, quick-witted, and straight to the point, being around him can be stifling. But if you get to know him, you realize he does this in good intention. If you see that, he will appreciate you and be comfortable with you.

That’s why he’s so good at police work, or being out in the wilderness where he’s not the only one walking out there. He’s the voice of reason for his friends, and they rely on him a lot because of it. “So, we’re running out of gas and we’ll be stranded before we reach the next town. It’s either we turn around now, or let Mother Nature do its course. Cast in your votes, guys.”

He can be a little shit if he wants to. When you’re chummy enough, he won’t hold back on teasing you and making inside jokes. If he likes you, it’s even worse. Matt will be a menace. He’s the type to spray you with the garden hose and bully you as his way of ‘flirting’. If you get frustrated, he will just go, “what’re you gonna do about it?” with a shit-eating grin. He knows you’ll forgive him eventually, so he ensures to not go overboard.

Despite that, he is very protective. If other people make fun of you, he will get annoyed. His mindset is ‘only I can make fun of you’, mostly because he never means anything by it. (And also, it’s his thing, so everyone else can beat it.) On top of that, he tends to know enough about your plans just in case he needs to come to your aid. Otherwise, he’s always thinking of how you’re doing, and is very considerate.

Matt is super loyal. If his friend killed somebody and approached him for help, he’d immediately go, “where are we gonna hide the body?” Yes, he may be a cop, but he can make it stretch for someone he cares about—“you know what, they deserved it anyway.” Same goes for before the axe comes down. Allen is the one who would say, “I need your help. I can’t tell you what it is, you can never ask me about it later, and we’re gonna hurt some people”, to where he’d just reply, “whose car we gonna take?”

Interests

It’s a no brainer that he’s an enthusiast for the outdoors. He loves going on hikes, camping, fishing, geocaching, and hanging around in places where wild animals are. It’s how he gets away from the world and finds peace away from people. Out here in the woods, by that lake, or hours away from civilization, nobody can bother him in his space. If he ever gets you to come with him, you bet your ass you’re on the top of his list.

He loves woodwork. Matt is a very hands-on person, and mechanical things just tend to agree with him. If he has spare time, he will go all out and make a cabin out of scratch.

His favorite song is ‘Instant Crush’ by Daft Punk. He’s not fond of using technology, but he likes to have something to listen to while he does stuff. If you see him by himself, he will usually have something playing in his earbuds.

He likes animals more than people. Animals tend to like him too. However, he’s not a vegetarian or anything like his brother, Allen. He doesn’t think there’s anything inherently wrong with eating meat, just the way how most people get it. Otherwise, he’s a true friend to the animals. If there were no legal barriers, he would hunt poachers for sport because he can.

Matt is okay at cooking, but he’s really good with a grill. Also, he can use a heated rock like a pan.

Psychology + romance

Befriending him is hard enough, but romance? Most people don’t get past the first stage. He’s super independent and gets on well by himself. Low-maintenance and introverted to boot, it will take more than a few run-ins before he becomes your friend. Matt has subconsciously accepted that most wouldn’t want his company, given how cold his exterior is. But if you see past that, you’ll have his attention. And it’s a good kind.

For the people he’s fond of, he has a hard time staying away from. Matt will show up at your door and take you out on spontaneous drives to his favorite spots. That, or he picks you up for a night in town. Sometimes, he won’t do anything besides being around, like sleeping over or vice versa. He never flirts outright, and he’s pretty poor with his emotions, so he fails to see that his eagerness to be around you stems from something greater than an average friendship.

That’s why he can’t express himself—he has other love languages. Acts of service and gift giving, to be precise. He won’t say he likes you. Instead, he will make you things or go to your house to fix furniture or appliances. And he never makes a huge fuss about it, either. You might even come home to him drilling away in the kitchen or toilet. When you ask what he’s doing, he will go, “your sink was leaking.” If it’s the holiday season, he only gives homemade gifts. “Hey, I made you this mini Christmas village.”

Somewhere down the line, he will surprise you with a whole-ass log cabin. Even then, he still can’t see the truth his friends do—that he’s in love with you. It’s clear that something is there, but everything feels so natural, you barely realize where your relationship is headed.

Matt will eventually get intimate, and he still won’t see the connotations behind it. There’s no dating involved in this precarious stage. Funnily enough, he treats you like there is! He will see you as much as he can, hold your hand, and give the best hugs. If he feels up to it, he would even kiss your forehead or cheek. When you get flustered and ask him why, he will simply go, “because I want to.”

How he finally realizes his feelings is through two scenarios—jealousy, or a slow-burn. If you hang out with other guys, he will eventually get a little pissy about it. If it comes down to an argument, he will finally snap and shout, “I want you!” His face will redden from the outburst, but he comes to his senses and calms down to a softer tone of voice. “If you feel the same, stay home with me.”

The slow-burn, however, involves the gradual build-up of affection that he can’t resist. It’s inevitable with how comfortable he’s grown with you to the point of it being sensual. After a long day, all he wants to do is sit with you by the fire. If there’s silence, he won’t take his eyes off you as he leans in to kiss you for the first time. There was absolutely no dating stage or textbook flirting, and yet, feeling his mouth on yours feels so right. Matt will keep at it for a few minutes before he pulls away. He trusts that the gesture is more than sufficient as a confession.

He’s a very physical lover. What he can’t say, he will express through his touch. His hands will always be on you somehow, even if he’s just talking to you. Matt always insists to take baths with you to save water, but it’s really just a ruse to hide the fact that he probably wants more affection. What can he say, making out in the water is a treat. After that, he will cuddle you to sleep while caressing your back and spine.

When you’re finally together, everything comes like second nature. Matt is a man of a few words, but he’s on the same page as you more often than when he’s not. What you wanna do, eat, or see, it’s like he can read your mind. He’s hopeless with his own emotions, but it’s a different story with yours. He’s sensitive, perceptive, and very loving—you make it your mission to help him be this way with himself.

[welcometohetaliahell]

France will be the most loving, attentive partner you’ve ever had….

He’ll bring you roses whenever you’re weary. When you go out for dinner, he’ll buy the finest wine, unless you don’t drink. In which case, he’ll order you the finest dessert. If you enjoy shopping, he will tag along with enthusiasm, helping you pick outfits to look as chic as possible. But if you prefer to go elsewhere, he’ll take your hand and whisk you off to the rowdy world of immortal nations and you’ll share their lively company. His love language is whatever is best for you. Gifts on a normal Tuesday. Grand proclamations of his devotion. Quiet words in the dark. A weekend spent together. A gentle caress. Slow or fast, tender or wild, as long as he’s with you nothing else matters. You are his love, the most important thing in his life. He’s not without his quirks, of course. Always cooking fantastic dishes for you to try, insisting that Sundays are meant for sleeping in, a strong believer in social causes, and whining (occasionally) about the stress of paperwork somehow ruining his complexion. You know that’s ridiculous because he’s always gorgeous, even when he’s tired and disheveled. And if you tell him this, an affectionate smile will burst across his face. As your hair greys, he’ll say it reminds him of starlight. As your skin wrinkles, he’ll tell you that you’ve never looked better. He will stay at your bedside when your arms are frail and your eyesight fades, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. And when you’ve gone from this world, he will wish you had more time together because a lifetime wasn’t nearly enough.

[welcometohetaliahell]

Germany's s/o is always cold and he is required by law to always give her hugs and warm her up 😔 I really do be needing that kind of affection doe

💕I made this a scenario and added a few other countries! Hope that’s okay! 💕

Germany

Your foot slowly crept out of its hiding spot under the thick blanket, and went straight into Ludwig’s lap causing his book to fall of out of his hands.

“I’m cold.” You muttered. You chattered your teeth for extra effect. The annoyance in his eyes dimmed slightly and he leaned back against the couch opening his arms to you. “Thank you Lulu.” You sighed. You kept yourself wrapped up in your blanket burrito, but practically threw yourself in his lap. He wrapped his arms around you making sure you wouldn’t tumble to the ground.

Russia

“A-are you done yet?” You stuttered. You gripped one of Ivan’s old sweater closer to you as you peaked your head into his office. He looked up from the heafty stack of papers on his desk, shaking his head. He looked at you expectantly, as he waited for you to tell him why you came to his office in the first place. “I’m cold.” He ohhed, then patted his lap. After seeing you confused face he emphasized.

“Come here sunflower.” You quickly followed his directions. After you were in front of him he grabbed you and pulled you down on his lap. “There now you’ll be warm.” He wasn’t lying. You immediately ducked your head into his warm neck, and your icy fingers wrapped themselves in his sweater clad chest.

“What about your work?” You mumbled against his neck. He shivered, and brushed a piece of your hair away from his face.

“I can still sign things with you in my lap.”

“Wait that’s what you do in here?! It takes five hours to sign papers!?”

Japan

“Kiku! I’m cold!” You yelled from the livingroom. He was currently in his art studio/office, doing who knows what. All you know is that he’s not cuddling with you.

“Use blankets!” He half yelled back. You groaned and stood up from the couch. You went to the blanket closet, before an idea popped into your head. Your feet pattered down the hallway, until you got to his office. The door was already open so you let yourself in. He had his back to you but you knew he heard you because his head turned to the side slightly. You quickly reached out and wrapped your arms around him cuddling into his warm back.

He tensed and you could practically feel his eyeroll. He unwrapped your arms and turned around on his stool so he was facing you. He then wrapped your arms back around him and rested his head ontop of yours.

“This is so much better than a blanket.” You mumbled. You couldn’t see it- but a smile smile spread across his face.

Romano

“Are you warm yet?” Lovino sighed. His arms were wrapped around you and you pressed yourself against his chest. He just went to the kitchen to grab some water when you bombarded him because you were cold. Now here you both were. Standing in the kitchen. He swayed you back and forth gently. You shook you head and mumbled a small ‘no’ into his chest.

“Well then can we at least take this event to the couch.” He didn’t even wait for an answer as he started walking both of you to the couch. You didn’t let go of him so you were forced to walk backwards, and you both tried not to trip over each other’s feet.

[welcometohetaliahell]

“I could fix him”; “I could make him worse!” Why??????? Why all this DIY???? I just wanna stand over his shoulder and see what he can possibly fuck up next

[welcometohetaliahell]

Oh my fucking god I absolutely loved your post about the axis with an s/o who rejected them because they thought they weren't good enough, I also L O V E your attitude on this blog you sound like such a nice person to be around 💕!! I was wondering if you could do the forementioned post but with the allies. Thank you so much in advance! ❤❤

💕omg thank you so much!!! I like to think I am lol you made my day! Thank you💕

America

The American stared at you, causing you to shift nervously. He closed his eyes and ran a hand through his greasy hair.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you!” You gulped. “I’m just not good enough.” You mumbled the last part and shifted nervously from foot to foot.

It was 3 weeks ago today when the American confessed his feelings for you, and what did you do? Tell him you didn’t feel the same way. Oh and Let’s not forget to mention it was his birthday. The only gift he wanted was you being his little precious sidekick, but instead all he got was a blurred out explanation of how you don’t feel the same why and you running out of his house. It was during his party when he pulled you into his room and confessed. Once you left he didn’t bother to leave his room. He locked his bedroom door and didn’t come out till a few days later.

You missed him dearly. And that was how you ended up in his house right now. You were shocked to see the happy American looking so lost and depressed.

Alfred groaning brought you out of your trance. He had his elbows on the kitchen island and his head buried in his hands. His back was hunched and he rubbed at his face. “Alfie.” You mumbled. You were more and more worried the longer you spent with him. You finally got the courage to walk over to him. Your hand reached out and tugged at his shirt sleeve, like a small child.

“How could you think you aren’t good enough for me? I’m not even close to being good! This whole time I thought I would not only have to lose the one I love, but also lose my best friend.” He stood up straight so he was looking down at you. His serious expression was one that always sent shiver down your spine. You winced and decided to be bold. You threw your arms around his waist and buried your face in his shoulder. He quickly returned you hug and pressed his cheek against the top of your head. You pulled away from the hug slightly.

“Can we start over?” You begged. He smiled slightly and rested his head against you forehead.

“You have a deal.”

England

“Will you please talk to me!” You shouted. You followed the angered Brit through his house as he went from room to room trying avoid you.

“Why so you can leave me again?” He spat. Your heart clenched at his words and your hand darted out gripping onto his shoulder.

“Artie please!” He groaned, but finally stopped, causing you to almost run into his back. “I didn’t mean what I said okay! I-I Just”- You stuttered. You groaned and rested your forehead against his back.

“You what?” He asked, urging you to continue.

“I’m not good enough or you.” You whimpered. Hot tears welled up in your eyes and your throat tightened. You felt Arthur’s whole body tense and he quickly turned around to face you. As soon as he saw your tears he gently cupped your face all anger in his body gone.

“What on earth are you talking about, love?”

“I mean, I know you don’t see it but you really are a wonderful person. You’re smart, witty, handsome, and you’re always nice and protective of me. And I’m nothing special. I’m just your average human.” A tear escaped your eye but was quickly brushed away. Arthur’s emerald eyes also threatened to boil over with a few tears. He had no idea you thought so highly of him- and so lowly of yourself.

“You also forgot to mention I’m hot-headed, stubborn, and sometimes just flat out rude.” He chuckled softly. He pressed his forehead against yours. “And you my dear, are anything but average. You are smart, caring, absolutely radiant and nothing less but extraordinary.”

France

“You’re being dramatic!” You shouted. You looked down at the disheveled Frenchman standing right below your balcony. It has been a week since you ‘rejected’ him. Well technically you did reject him, but not because you didn’t like him. You adored him actually, but he was just so perfect that you didn’t know if you would even feel comfortable dating him. Since then he has not left you alone.

“I am not being dramatic! I am a man in love! A man in love is excusable for any act he commits!” Francis shouted. You cringed especially as people walking stopped to watch the scene unfold. You groaned softly and motioned for him to come up. You ran to your door and buzzed him up to your apartment. You swore you could hear him hurdling himself up the stairs and within a few seconds your door flew open. Francis immediately lunges at you, falling to his knees. He wrapped his arms tightly around you pressing his face into your stomach.

“See dramatic!” You huffed poking the top of his head. He did nothing but mumble French words of adoration and thanks into your stomach.

“Will you please tell me what I did! I know you love me! And I don’t mean that in a conceited way. I can see it in your eyes because they shine like mine, with pure love.” He finally stood up and looked at you with desperately. You rolled your eyes at his words and shifted nervously from foot to foot.

“I-I.” You started. You ran a hand through your hair and flopped down on the couch. Francis quickly followed and placed your head on his lap running a soothing hand through your hair. “I’m not good enough for you.” You said finally. You waited a moment for him to agree with you but when you looked up at him he stared at you with his mouth agape and his blue eyes wide.

“You’re lying aren’t you! Whatever the reason is I promise you my precious little rose, you are the only one I will love till the day my country vanishes and I no longer exist!” He swore. The fact he said it so sincerely, made you blush. He really was committed wasn’t he?

“I’m not lying! I’m really not good enough for you.” You sighed sitting up. You turned so you could face him. Francis’ finger tilted your head up so you would look at him.

“How could you think that? You are one of the most angelic, fascinating creatures that have ever walked this earth and I’m not leaving your side until you believe that.”

Not suppose to be sexual!

Russia

The large Russian glared down at you angrily. If you were anyone else you would have tried to flee for you life right now.

He bent down and picked you up so you were eye to eye. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his shoulders and you let your legs dangle at his side.

You winced as his gaze never softened.

“Why are you so mad?” You whispered. You had rejected him a week ago. You would think the fact that you lived with him it would be impossible to avoid each other but the large Russian didn’t leave his room. Until he trudged downstairs demanding an answer. You said you didn’t think you were good enough for him, and that you loved him back, but you felt he deserved someone better. And since then he has been giving you the death glare.

“I’m mad because my Sunflower doesn’t know her worth.” He growled. You looked at him curiously. “How can someone so innocent and pure even begin to compare themselves to someone like me?” He asked rhetorically.

“You’re not as bad as you think you are, Vanya.” You soothed. His eyes softened slightly and his large nose brushed against yours.

“I don’t ever what to hear you say anything like that again.” He pressed a quick and light kiss against your lips. “I don’t deserve you and that doesn’t stop me.” He chuckled lightly.

China

He laughed when you told him.

“I’m just not good enough for you!”

It took him a moment to figure out that that is actually what you believed.

“You are crazy, young one.” He sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. This whole time he thought you had rejected him because you didn’t think he was good enough for you, but now it was the other way around. He knew you loved him but he didn’t know to what extent. He didn’t know if you saw him more as a guiding figure or a lover figure. When he confessed he braced himself for rejection. You could have almost anyone you wanted afterall.

He could promise you love, protection and security. And good food. But he didn’t know if that would be enough for you. When you rejected him he took it very well. He smiled and kissed the top of your head like he always did and assured you that he had no hard feeling and that he didn’t want a single thing to change. And things didn’t change for a while. You still hung out with him almost everyday. You still had sleepovers, still watched movies and ate dinner together. Laughed and joked. Drank tea together. But the subject came around again.

You wondered if he actually loved you. If you had confessed and he rejected you, you would have been bawling your eyes out for the past month. “I will always love you and I just want you to be happy more than anything.” Is what he told you. You then confessed that he was what you wanted. You had been holding it in every time you visited and it finally bubbled over, you then decided you should tell him why you rejected him in the first place.

“You are just shy of perfect.” He smiled. “And that is something people spend years trying to obtain.”

Canada

“Are you insane!” The Canadian yelled. You jumped at his volume. “First you reject me and now you’re saying that you lied and you actually do love me?” He asked. He was much quieter than before, trying to wrap his head around it.

“Yes! I know, that was a horrible thing to do.” He nodded his head in agreement. “We both know you deserve better!” You explained. Matthew quickly stopped in his tracks turning to you with a shocked face.

“That’s why you rejected me? Because you didn’t think you were good enough?” He whispered in disbelief. You nodded your head slowly. Two large arms quickly wrapped themselves around your form. “Maple How could you ever think that?” He sighed.

“You’re Just always so nice. You stand up for other people, you protect them.” Tears started to flow down your cheeks at this point. “You’re hilarious, you’re a great cool. You’re so handsome! I just don’t get why you would want me.” You murmured. You pressed yourself deeper into the large Canadians chest.

“What I see in you?” He chuckled softly. He pulled away from you slightly and cupped your face in his calloused hands. “I see one of the most beautiful, intelligent, strong, and incredible people ever, and I don’t know how you can’t see that, but I guess it’s a good thing or else you would get cocky.” He chuckled.

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More nsfw/sfw headcanons please?

Before drifting off to sleep, Arthur tends to sleep with his back towards you but is close enough that he would still be touching you. He does not move a lot in his sleep and isn’t a cuddler, he especially dislikes having his arm being pinned down underneath your neck if you use it as a pillow but he doesn’t outwardly complain about it.

He may seem to act distant at first but Arthur doesn’t realize that he has a habit of burying his face in your hair or neck when he’s deep asleep. The smell of lavender and the warmth gives off a sense of unconscious security.

He secretly likes being held and given a massage. He becomes putty when you massage his scalp and the furrow between his thick eyebrows slowly disappear. He won’t realize it but a small tilt of a smile appears on his lips indicates that he’s feeling quite relaxed.

The Englishman has a hard time lying and has a tendency to avoid your gaze by averting his eyes to the lower right corner. He’s a bit bad when it comes to surprises and may just end up sabotaging his own preparations.

If you are sick and staying at home for the day, he will invite you to sleep in the day bed in his home office. He usually doesn’t allow people into his office space but doesn’t find it in his heart to leave you alone if you aren’t feeling well--It saves him time from having to walk to the bedroom and he can keep an eye on you easily this way.

Arthur has more than once hid objects that he doesn’t like but you continuously find them like those dreadful coffee beans Matthew had gifted you that tasted like maple bacon or that horridly itchy Christmas sweater Alfred had bought him 2 years ago for a group party for laughs.

If he’s aggravated, Arthur will take a much-needed smoke break if he’s really stressed but nowadays rarely does this otherwise he will merely approach you and talk about your day to take his mind off whatever is troubling him.

On top of being a good baker, Arthur is even better at making drinks. He can make a good amount of cocktails and has a small liquor cabinet which he keeps regularly stocked. He makes the most amazing Pimm’s cup which you tend to ask for after a long day of work while he opts for the classic G&T.

For an anniversary gift, you bought the blonde some flowers and a teddy bear. He merely laughed and accepted the said gifts before saying that it was the first time he had ever received flowers from a woman. He has turned them into pressed flowers and the plush is in his office, sitting pristinely on the day bed--yes, that day bed you frequent when you’re sick.

Arthur cannot ignore baby animals or children for that matter. If you are both walking down the street, he will tug on your arm to bring your attention to the nearby puppy, kitten, bird, etc. He will grin and wave to toddlers and kids while waiting at the grocery line. He gets all embarrassed after.

((A/N: I hope you like this brief list of SFW Headcanons, Anon! It’s a bit shorter than my usual though. Anyway, hope to see you around more often~!))

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Hi there, I hope you’re having a good day :). I was wondering if I could request how the Axis would react to their s/o having insomnia

Here’s Germany + Russia

Italy

“I can make you some pasta.” Your boyfriend lulled. His eyes closed but he quickly woke himself up. He felt you crawl out of his arms- the action caused him to wake up. He rolled over on his side and pressed his head against your chest.

“I’m fine Feli.” You assured. Your fingers scraped through his hair. He seemed to fall asleep again for a minute but woke himself up.

“But you need to sleep Bella.” He sighed, kissing your neck softly.

“We can just take a nap tomorrow.” You giggled, holding the Italian closer. You felt him smile against your skin. “Now go to sleep. You’re grumpy when you don’t get 20 hours of sleep.” You teased kissing his head.

Japan

Before you could even interject your boyfriend hopped out of bed and started making some tea.

“Kiku you don’t need to do this.” You mumbled as he placed the kettle on the stove. “I’m sure I’ll fall asleep in no time.” Your sentence ended with a yawn and you blushed and covered your mouth.

“But you should be exhausted. We pulled an almost all-nighter last night watching anime.” He grumbled. He wasn’t angry, just tired. Rubbing his eyes he turned away from the stove and kissed the top of your head softly. He walked into the living room and sprawled out on the futon in an uncharacteristic manner.

“You really are tired.” You giggled. You fell next to him and cuddled yourself into his side. He removed his arms from his chest and wrapped them around you.

“I’m sorry you have to go through this.” He mumbled against your hairline. You shrugged.

“I always have. It just hasn’t been bad since I’ve been with you.” His arms tightened around you, smiling softly to himself.

Prussia

“I know something we can do, that will make you fall asleep.”

“Ya because I’ll be bored.” You snickered. Your boyfriend gasped dramatically and threw an arm around your waist and tucked you under his chin.

“That’s not what you were saying the other night, but okay princess.” He chuckled. You blushed and kissed his neck.

“You should sleep.” You mumbled. He tsked.

“For what? I’m retired.” You giggled at his statement.

“Still it’s not healthy to not sleep.”

“Says the one who can’t sleep.”

“Ya but you have a choice.” You retorted. He hummed as one of his large hands ran down your back stopping at your butt and giving it a squeeze. “Stoppppp.” You whined poking his chest.

“Do you really want me to stop?” He whispered untucking your head from his chin and pressing his forehead against yours. You thought for a moment. I mean what else are you gonna do?

“Nein.” You anwsered, giggling as he rolled you over so he was over you.

Romano

“This is so stupid. Insomnia should be reserved for bad people, not you.” Lovino grumbled, massaging your hips softly.

“Aww you think I’m a good person?” You hummed.

“I didn’t say you were a good person. I just said you weren’t a bad one. You’re kinda average.” He teased, kissing the side of your head to assure you he was joking.

“I’m not average.” You grumbled. He hummed in agreement.

“You hungry or thirsty? Maybe some hot chocolate will help.”

“Or gelato?” You partly asked resting your chin on his chest. He squinted his face like he was thinking.

“I mean if my world famous gelato is the key to insomnia then we could be millionaires.” He smirked.

“Yes! And that’s why we should go and test it out.” You smirked back, rolling off of him.

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Family time

“Where the bloody hell have you lot been?!” Arthur rage at four of his former colonies. “You were supposed to be here two hours ago, do you have any idea how worried I’ve been?!” None of the other nations spoke waiting form the former empire to finish his rant. “And you two are bloody filthy, were you dragged through a hedge backwards or something?!” He questioned angrily pointing at a grinning Alfred and Jack.

“Awe come on Artie we didn’t mean to be late, honest.” Alfred smiles brightly folding his arms over his chest. “But i couldn’t leave one of my bros in trouble, that would be totally not heroic.” He stated as though it were a perfect explanation as to why they had missed family dinner.

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a few reminders because i’m tired and angry

fandom is a hobby, not a form of activism

adult women aren’t inherently creepy for being in fandom and having hobbies apart from raising babies and doing taxes

the vast majority of people pushing back against the worrying trend of instigating harassment over fictional characters and relationships aren’t incest supporters or pedophiles, actually

liking a m/f ship doesn’t make someone a dirty heterosexual invading your space

preferring gay ships doesn’t make you ‘’woke’’ and good

no one owes you a disclaimer that they are a good person who recognizes that their favorite fictional villain’s actions are evil and that they don’t condone those actions irl

liking a fictional villain is in no way comparable to advocating abuse/murder/genocide/etc and you’re a fucking idiot if you believe that

just because a woman is attracted to a fictional villain doesn’t mean she’s promoting toxic relationships or going to end up in a toxic relationship. assuming women can’t tell fiction and reality apart stinks of internalized misogyny 

some rando’s a/b/o fanfics have none of the level of influence that popular tv shows and movies spreading propaganda have

no one owes you a detailed description of their traumas and mental health problems

abusive relationships are not the same as enemies to lovers ships

y’all need to chill the fuck out over people, relationships, actions and events that don’t actually exist and learn how to enjoy and discuss them like normal people

fandom is a hobby, not a form of activism

feel free to add more

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Randomly selected #Hetalia characters I drew for the Spanish live I did on my Facebook page 💜

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Some more Artbreeder designs.

France- -Japan

China- -Russia

America- -England

I also have the other UK bros.

-Ireland-

Scotland- -Wales

And Irelands darling, Mexico.

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The Kirkland family in all their dysfunctional glory. 

I was inspired by this post by @stirringwinds​ (it’s amazing, check it out!)

Names crossed out in red indicate the siblings’ personal surnames that have been replaced by “Kirkland” while Arthur represents them all as head of the United Kingdom.

Apologies for the America-heavy commentary, Alfred and Matthew are the two characters I write/draw the most for, so it comes through in other projects.