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what is the most embarrassing thing the Nordics have done around Iceland?

Norway: Making him call him big brother in front of others. (Ofc)

Finland: The one parent that blasts their music when picking up their kid from school.

Denmark: Fortnite dance.

Tries to sound cool but he’s not.

Sweden: Imagine him T-posing.

That’s it.

Intimating T-posing.

Iceland: They be like:

#aph finland #aph sweden #aph iceland #aph norway #aph denmark #imagineshetalia #aph imagine

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The Nordics as things said in voice chat part 2

"Yeah I don't wanna rub your ass, that's weird" - Norway

“these fucking lamps can suck my left nut!”- Denmark (to Sweden after being forced to go to IKEA)

"shut up bird" -Iceland

"I would murder all the children in the world to have that voice"

-Finland

“jizz is just boneless smoochie” - Sweden

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Reblog this post if you are an ACTIVE HETALIA FAN (2020)

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The first pride was a riot, more specifically a riot against police violence. Trans women of colour like Marsha P. Johnson paved the way for the celebration of pride today. You cannot celebrate your pride this month, or any month if you aren’t also supporting Black Lives Matter and the riots going on against police violence right now. Us white LGBTQ+ need to stand up for our black siblings and their rights, their struggles. We need to amplify their voices and show any support we can.

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THIS IS IMPORTANT GUYS!!!!

#black lives matter #this is important

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Port’s EXQUISITE parenting skills

(in his defense, Lu is a brat)

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England: *Screams*

France: *Screams louder*

Spain: Shouldn't we do something?

Portugal: No, I want to see who wins.

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The nordics as things I've heard in voice chat

Sweden- I'm sorry god but there's something about these gay dicks be hitting different

Denmark- I'm watching a guy cut his hair and I'm wondering how he can do that drunk. Then I realize he's not drunk, I am!

Finland- it's all shits and giggles until someone giggles and shits

Norway- His back hurts and he's a goth? Me and him are the same!

Iceland- I love you all but Jesus Fucking Christ

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Little prucan Valentine!:D

I just want to draw them having cute kisses with cute colors!

The idea at first was they where two cupids playing hooky on the job so have a date among flowers but in the end their clothes ended up being more royalty/fairy like!XD

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Me: finally out of the fandom

Hetalia: gets trendy

Me: ah shit here we go again

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pacific siblings circa ‘43: expanding the Alfred and Matt sibling dynamic to include Aus and NZ? let’s just say i’ve fallen headlong down this pit.

It’s during the fourteenth year of Victoria’s reign and at the Great Exhibition of 1851 that she first meets her eldest brother. She and Jack had been restless, fidgeting in the formal European dress Father had stuffed them into. Alfred was less a brother than a few blurred memories amidst the bizarre smells and sights of London; a glint of blonde hair, a boisterous laugh and total lack of deference towards Arthur. Not dead yet eh, old man? He’d become a little more real with the Great War, but remained distant. Unlike Matt, who’d been mired in the horror with them from the start, always a watchful presence by their side, eyes grim as he firmly crammed his extra rations into their hands.

This time, Father is clinging on by his fingernails in Europe, Matthew far away and by his side, as Japan smashes the illusion of British imperial supremacy. The chaotic escape from Malaya, then Singapore. She and Jack had made it; many of their own hadn’t. And Alfred was suddenly, vividly there—bloodied and furious, roiling with a dark vindictiveness as jagged as the scars that now marred his left cheek. There’s nothing of Arthur in the blue of his eyes or the bronze of his face, but his prideful stubbornness and condescension had set her teeth on edge— so much like Father. She’d been torn between sympathy and frustration, relief and anger. The three of them shambled along the best they could. Then, he’d come back from the Battle of Midway—and he was different. Changed. An unmarred face; the angry scar not even a memory. Sharp calculation and steely calm displacing the reckless fury of before. Seething with a raw power that she instantly knew would blot out the already dimming light of Father’s decaying empire.

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Ok but, is it entirely incorrect for me to say young France and England’s relationship was basically that John Mulaney skit where he talked about how as a child he thought the babysitter he was in love with was in her twenties only to find out years later she was just thirteen and the only skill she had in that regard was that she could dial the phone slightly quicker than he could?

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I want to see Portugal!

Here ya go sorry If it’s late

shymagnolia

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

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…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post