PSA: THIS IS A DEAD BLOG, PLEASE GO FOLLOW MY NEW BLOG!
Hello! I have recently noticed that blog has suddenly begun gaining traction again and I just wanted to inform anyone who may still be following or just happens to be passing by that this blog is technically, dead.
When I'd originally made it, it fell victim to the curse of getting nuked for no reason so I had to start all over after only having this blog for a month.
I plan to keep this as a backup but my new (and main) blog is @maplesunflowers
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Happy New Year fellow APH Canada simps!
Come and get your treat!
Big thanks to @headingalaxys-spicy for allowing me to use their Demon! AU so I could indulge myself. I hope you enjoy it! And don't worry! More chapters are coming soon!
How I look spending the remainder of 2022 working on a scene in my fanfic where APH Canada is absolutely devouring the Reader's pussy like it's his last meal:
America can be killed and does have a health bar. Pieces of his heart are locked away inside each waffle house location scattered around the united states. This is why the environment is so hostile and the employees are so combative. Also why the locations always stay open 24 hours and only ever close down if death is certain. They are protecting him. If you travel to every waffle house location and challenge the staff to hand to hand combat and you somehow beyond all odds manage to defeat all of them he is the final boss. His stats are insane and you winning is near impossible unless you bring Papst Blue Ribbon and manage to shoot it into his mouth. This will lower his stats. But it also enrages him and will drastically change his personality. Many have tried none have succeeded. Every waffle house fight you see is an attempt gone wrong.
Folks, friends, y’all…. esk*mo is a slur. I understand a lot of people don’t know that, I don’t want to be a dick about it, but I’ve been seeing it in fics. Wanna write “esk*mo kisses”? Just say “nuzzled noses” or something.
I’m not here to call anybody out, it’s been in multiple fics, I’m not vague posting. This is just a psa. 👍🏻
[Text Description: “Hey! Reminder: Eskimo is a slur. It means ‘snow eaters’ in Cree and is a slur against Inuit . Also don’t use ‘Eskimo kisses’. It’s called Kunik. It is a greeting mostly used for family… Kunik was how I’d greet my mom and grandmother as a small child.” /TD]
An accurate to life representation of me waiting for AO3 to finally send me an invite so I can start posting the APH Canada x Reader fan fiction I've been working on for the past few weeks.
When you see this post, reblog it and put one thing you like about your writing [current project, writing abilities, whatever] in the tags. No negative talk allowed! Challenge yourself to be nice to yourself
Some languages/cultures have diminutives or nicknames for people's first names (like how Matthew is Matt or Mattie as a western example) and for Ivan, it's Vanya
Yeah, makes sense.
I mean, I kinda figured out that Vanya was a nickname for Ivan eventually, but it never really clicked it was derived from his first name (since not all nicknames are necessary linked to someone's first name).
Not me writing an APH Canada/Reader one shot that is also a vent writing
Anyway, here's APH Canada catching his S/O, who's shy about singing in front of people, singing and discovering she has a beautiful voice.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Performance anxiety, Mentions of manipulation in S/O's past.
Matthew opened the backdoor to the house, a hefty bundle of firewood tucked under his arm. The Canadian had spent a majority of the day in the woods in his backyard chopping up firewood while his significant other stayed in the house. Before Matthew could announce that he was back, he was stopped by the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard coming from the other room.
He carefully set down the firewood as he slowly crept his way farther into the house, following the enchanting cadence. Matthew abruptly stopped before he entered the kitchen, deciding instead to silently watch from the doorway as you focused on washing the dishes, singing along to the music that played on your phone, blissfully unaware that your boyfriend was listening to you.
Matthew had no idea that you could sing like that, feeling as if he was a sailor being lured in by a siren’s song. He was unaware that he had let out a sharp breath, alerting you to his presence. You turned towards the doorway and saw Matthew standing there, watching you blissfully. You gasped loudly in shock, almost dropping the bowl you’d been washing, immediately ceasing the divine melody.
“M-Mattie! Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in!” You stammered through your embarrassment.
“No No! It’s alright! I-um-I should have said something but….” Matthew fumbled through his words before he said, “ (Y/N), why did you never tell me you could sing like that?”
You looked away from Matthew, your mood changing at his question. He noticed your sudden shift in mood, immediately feeling guilty that he may have hit as sore spot. He walked over to you, gently placing a hand on your head.
“I’m-I’m sorry if I….you don’t have to answer. I just…..you sound so beautiful.” Matthew whispered in a tender voice.
You leaned forward into Matthew’s chest, wrapping your arms around him. Matthew was taken aback for a moment before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer into him.
“It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean anything bad by it.” You said to his chest, “I just, I don’t like people hearing me sing. The thought of people standing around…watching me….it makes my anxiety skyrocket.”
“Oh Maple, It’s alright…”Matthew lifted a hand to stroke your hair, “You don’t have to feel guilty about having performance anxiety.”
Matthew’s reassurance and understanding made you feel tears begin to form in your eyes. You had been so used to people in the past dismissing your performance anxiety and forcing you into positions you didn’t want to be in that you had finally just decided to quit singing altogether, along with not telling people you even could sing if they were preciously unaware.
You looked up and Matthew, leaning in carefully until your lips found Matthew’s. Matthew pressed his lips up against yours, allowing yourselves to meld into a loving embrace. You two could have stayed locked together for the rest of eternity, but your need for air eventually forced you two apart. When you finally broke apart, you looked at Matthew once more, a smile plastered wide across your face.
“I love you Matthew.” You whispered to him.
“I love you too (Y/N).” Matthew whispered in return.
You paused for a moment before finally saying to him, “Maybe….maybe I can sing around the house more often….” You said softly.
Matthew was taken aback slightly, “Are you sure Maple? I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
You nodded in reassurance, “I want to…for you. The look you gave me when you were listening earlier, it made me happy. I want to make you happy like that again.”
Matthew lifted your chin so he could look deep into your eyes, “(Y/N) you’ve always made me happy.”, Before bringing you in for another long, loving kiss.
So on the old version of this blog I made a head canon post that the nations have definitely been guests on Puppet History, with Alfred being the most recurring guest to the point where he has his own extension lore with the Professor. Here's what I think Alfred's lore with the Professor would be:
Alfred definitely accompanied the Professor on his expedition to find the genie lamp, with it being heavily implied that the Professor might have double crossed Alfred to get the lamp for himself. (Alfred acts like he's forgiven the Professor but he's still a little bit salty.)
I just want to say for any Ivan fans, the pet name form of Ivan is Vanya. :)
Honestly thank you so much kindly anon. I must’ve been out of the loop on nicknames/ pet names for the Hetalia characters for too long because I was so confused why everyone was calling Russia “Vanya”
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An accurate representation of me is shown above. 😂
