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This is taking wayyy too long

Hi please be patient, one of us is in college and the other has a full time job. We will update when we can. 👍

We aren't going to center our lives around.... A hetalia ask blog? This is a hobby for us not a job

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We aren't dead dw asks are in the works

Have this in the meantime

You'll get context eventually

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Who’s sassy ass baby is this

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I won't be providing any context

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u ever make a whole website for a fictional museum where the fictional documentary is being shot for your hetalia ask blog? i do.

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Normal Magnus post

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Parents?

TW FOR BLOOD AND IMPLIED CHILD DEATH UNDER THE CUT

???: Mrs. Jøsendal, you had a father correct?

Eira: Ja,

Eira: My father-

???: Scandinavia?

Eira: ... Is that really what people think?

???: I think it's a reasonable conclusion for most people to draw, -

[/ Eira can be seen turning to call off screen to someone else ]

Eira: Ingrid, my love, we have to get a divorce, the people thing we have the same parents!

Eira: Ingrid?... Nevermind,

Eira: No, I am not related to the Scandinavias, my father and the rest of our parents came from further south, traveling up through Denmark and eventually up the coast of Norway following the reindeer herds. I wasn't there for that part but that's what he told me. He was from a much older culture, the last of those remaining culturally untouched by the people that came from the east.

???: The Yamnaya culture? As in the one that came from the east, not your father,

Eira: Sure, sure,

Eira: anyways,

Eira: I grew up in the same village as Sindre; we went by different names then. My father was a hunter, and would go off on these long trips with the other hunters to feed the village. And he would leave me with Sindre and his mother, and she would tell us all kind of stories to try and keep us still.

Eira: she had the most infectious laugh-... Anyways, the next morning we'd tear off into town and reenact the stories she'd told us, and I'd always give him the less fun parts. I never heard the end of it, I STILL hear it from him sometimes.

Eira: Sindre and I were always in some trouble

Eira: We'd always be in things we weren't supposed to be in, I got him to help me steal a fishing net for our game once! And no one did a damn thing about it because we were gods to these people.

Eira: They must've been so tired of us... We broke so many things!

Eira: Lukas certainly wanted nothing to do with us! Haha!

???: Lukas was in the same village?

Eira: No, but his mother came to trade sometimes, and she'd bring him with her. The first time we saw him we tried to get him to play with us but he just hid behind her! I can't say I blame him,

Eira: Haha! He even bit Sindre once for trying to drag him out to be in one of our games, but he'll deny it if you ask him.

Eira: ... We were lucky,

???: How so?

Eira: See back then it was pretty common for our parents to be less than welcoming.

???: What do you mean?

Eira: We were a threat to their livelihoods; there's a reason I'm here today and my father isn't. With so many isolated tribes and cultures there were a lot more of us, but we were shorter lived, and typically when you had a kid it spelled your end. Unless you could kill it first and absorb that culture into your own. Or something like that,

[/ she waves her hand dismissively ]

Eira: point being, most of our parents were better than that.

???: Most?

Eira: Most.

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Why were you in the ground?

Lukas: I would have figured that would have been common knowledge by now,

???: Just for the sake of the viewers that may not know

Lukas: Hmm. Alright.

Lukas: As nations, we're born from the earth. Once a culture and a stretch of land has been established, a nation will appear after a year spent gestating in the ground.

Lukas: during this year, the plant life above us will die, as all the nutrients in the soil goes to us instead.

Lukas: Once ready to emerge, we have to dig ourselves free, after which most of us will instinctually wait for our parent to collect us. If we have a parent that is. Our parent, in turn, instinctually knows where to go in order to retrieve us.

Lukas: Although some babies seem less intent upon staying. We are born with a full set of teeth, a full head of hair, and we're able to walk almost immediately, so there have definitely been some wanderers. Eira's daughter gave her quite a scare.

Lukas: but I stayed where I was supposed to according to my mother, so it didn't take her long to find me. Regardless, I suppose most people would have the same answer; that the first person they met was their parent.

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is Sindre trans?

(( Sindre isn't trans! But he does has klinefelter syndrome!

"Klinefelter syndrome is a genetic condition that results when a boy is born with an extra copy of the X chromosome. Klinefelter syndrome is a genetic condition affecting males, and it often isn't diagnosed until adulthood.

Klinefelter syndrome may adversely affect testicular growth, resulting in smaller than normal testicles, which can lead to lower production of testosterone. The syndrome may also cause reduced muscle mass, reduced body and facial hair, and enlarged breast tissue. The effects of Klinefelter syndrome vary, and not everyone has the same signs and symptoms."

Our trans characters haven't made their appearances yet :^) ))

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???: Mr. Kallevig?

???: Mr. Kallevig are you alright?

Sindre: huh?

Sindre: oh! Yes!

Sindre: Sorry,

???: That's alright, this place must bring back a lot of memories.

Sindre: It does...

???: If you need to take a break at any point we can,

Sindre: I'll be fine! Besides, it'd take forever to shoot that way haha!

???: Alright. Mr. Kallevig,-

Sindre: Sindre is fine,

???: Right, Sindre, how old are you?

Sindre: same as the other Norways, 6,000 years, give or take.

???: So then we have a lot of ground to cover, let's start at the beginning.

Sindre: When I met everyone? Or the BEGINNING beginning?

???: What's your first memory?

Sindre: Darkness, dirt under my nails, and worms.

???: Almost poetic

Sindre: Ah! No, literally,

Sindre: This desperate fucking crawl for air; the other's should be glad they don't remember that far back, I was fortunate that I was a summer baby. The ground wasn't frozen fucking solid yet haha!

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(( Welcome to ask2pnordics! We're running our ask blog a bit different than most, we will be following an episodic storyline starting from the beginning of everyone's lives all the way up until modern day,

All in the form of a documentary being shot!

Your questions will be asked to our characters in this interview, and they'll answer honestly (or not 😏)

You'll get to interact with several characters, not just our 2ps, though we'll mostly follow them

DO GIVE OUR CONTENT WARNING A READ THROUGH!!

This story will contain heavy adult themes; we will be tackling them respectfully, but this story may prove triggering for some, that can be read over on our page.

The blog currently says sindre runs it but we've copied the layout from our archived blog and are working towards fixing that, you're welcome to ask anyone questions but keep in mind that we will go in order of history! ❤️))

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While I work on the first post (I literally only have one panel done)

Entertain urselves by clicking through this ridiculously large family tree of names that will mean nothing to you until the blog gets up and running again

https://www.familyecho.com/?p=WEE19&c=14dvwuaq7la&f=568969255699435288

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So are u dead or wa?

Just on a very.

Very.

Very.

Long hiatus

But something's brewing for realsies this time

We've been trying to restructure the story, as when we started the blog we had no real direction but after having developed these characters over several years we've finally constructed a story we're fairly content with

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ALSO

All new posts will be on @ask2pnordics so go follow that blog for stuff

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