Love The Stars Too Fondly

This is an RP blog based on the parody/satire of world history itself, Hetalia, and its portrayal of America. He's not entirely canon.

[engineerjones]

ooc; Well, I figured out how to log back in, but I have no idea if anyone's around who'd still be interested in rping with me these days. Feel free to message me if you like, since I still exist on discord!

[engineerjones]

ooc; Offline for tonight so I can work on christmas presents for some friends + go to sleep for work, but I owe the following from what I’ve seen so far:

I owe replies to: 

@cupcakes-and-british-tea (won’t let me @ you for some reason?)

@lilyintheashes 

I owe starters for:

@gildedscripture

​@bellasognatrice

And I have several asks to answer.  I’m also happy to resume any old drafts I had with people if A) I can find them or B) I have them in my drafts...because I have 541+ drafts...so I might...  sweats...

[engineerjones]

@ourfairdominion​ replied to this with: “rude”

“Thank you kindly.”

[engineerjones]

Do you ever have moments that you wish you could be weak around someone? Is there someone you'd rely on for that? Is there anyone you believe would be there for you when you really needed it?

The pause stretches out and Alfred’s smile ever so slowly shifts into a mild frown, his brow furrowing.  His fingers twitch in irritation, rapping slightly out of sync for the tune he’d been tapping originally.  

Finally, he sighs.  The paranoia is rampant, scratching through his head while everything screams to never admit that he needs or wants anything like that.  It’s so easy to satisfy the material needs, to be greedy for food and clothes and games--

Because he didn’t want the rejection.  

Alfred sighs again.  

“Sure, I guess anybody has that from time to time.  ...And yeah, I guess if I really, really, really need it, there’s probably a few someones who would be there.  Maybe people I can’t think of right now.  I seem to recall one of them getting pretty pissed at me awhile back for the last time something like this came up.” He seems to dismiss the issue after answering, but he appears contemplative while staring out the window.

[engineerjones]

Can I write your in as the ensurer of my student loans? I don’t plan on paying them.

“Please don’t.  I probably don’t make as much money as you think I do.”

[engineerjones]

You made the mistake of returning to tumblr after all these years. Now you will suffer the consequences. I’m going to flood your ask box with silliness. Prepare to be bamboozled.

“Do your worst!”

[engineerjones]

Something Small || @lilyintheashes​

He’d been staring for a little too long, probably.  His curiosity had a tendency to slide into the unintentionally rude category with that persistent gaze.  All because of a simple question he mulled over whether he should ask or not.

It’s not like he hadn’t been so busy he’d been ditching speaking to anyone outside of meetings for a long while.  It’s not like randomly talking to someone was unlike him.  There really wasn’t any reason to hesitate and prolonging this before he’d made a decision could turn into a flash of older days, more suspicious gazes across crowds in a dance he’d experienced too many times with various countries and their city-states--

No, now he had to say something.  With a wide smile and his overly friendly wave, he closed the distance.

“Hey there!  ...Where’d you buy that pen?”  Maybe it was something cheap, bought in a pack.  Maybe it was an expensive pen, made to last a lifetime.  Something about it stood out to him, reminded him of someone in particular...

[engineerjones]

Eh? Eh???? What are you, Canadian?

“A single ‘eh’ does not a Canadian make.  ...Besides, I’m infinitely superior.”

[engineerjones]

Oh, welcome back Alfred! :D Long time no see!

“Long time no see...woah, imagine seeing you.  How’ve you been, eh?”

[engineerjones]

What about how you feel about peanut butter?

“Peanut butter is delicious, reliable, can help you survive through a food crisis and will never tell you to commit crimes.  So, all in all, peanut butter is pretty great.” 

[engineerjones]

Questions? Like who the first person you ever liked was?

Alfred proceeds to crush this ask, rip it into a million pieces and then throws it into the trash.

Nope.

[engineerjones]

ooc; Like this if you want a starter specifically for you, but lemme know if you want it to be short like dialogue bits or heavier prose, I’m flexible 

Reply if you have a specific thing you wanna thread, historically-based, hijinks or otherwise

[engineerjones]

“...And...you know...this is why I don’t answer questions.”

[engineerjones]

radiomayak​:

“I am in abundant pain, America. Thank you for asking! Please say, ‘fine, thank you!’“

“Fine, thank you!”   Alfred paused for a time before arching a brow.  Without moving, he was clearly about to ask what neither of them really wanted - Alfred probably didn’t want to know that much and Ivan probably (not that Alfred had a clue for sure what his view was at all) didn’t want him to ask.  

But now he knew there was something...and Alfred never liked leaving things vague and unknown when he could be informed.  For better or worse, the moment ended with Alfred opening his mouth once more: “So why are you in abundant pain?”

[engineerjones]

radiomayak​:

“Is always winter somewhere, America!”

“...that’s even more true for you than most people.  Fair point, though, Russia.  How’ve you been, anyway?”

[gaymano-vargas]

I need more fucking Hetalia blogs to follow - reblog if you’re a Hetalia blog with like a small blurb about yourself /your content maybe

[engineerjones]

America rp blog that’s a mix of Hetalia/history and headcanon-based stuff :fingerguns:

[engineerjones]

ooc; I’m such an old Hetalia blog I can’t even find anyone now LMFAO UH-OH

Uh I guess I’ll try hunting around again later;;  Otherwise feel free to message me and I’ll happily come back and rp.