Characters are arranged according to longitude coordinates of hub airport, and cities are chosen according to main hub of “flag carrier airlines”. A full list of landmarks depicted in each picture and more artist comment can be found in the dA link below.
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Characters are arranged according to longitude coordinates of hub airport, and cities are chosen according to main hub of “flag carrier airlines”. A full list of landmarks depicted in each picture and more artist comment can be found in the dA link below.
*Please do not edit (images and caption) or repost as a new post, thank you!
Synopsis. ( one-shot collection ) It has been a little over a decade since you left the Hetalia fandom to focus on your life. One day, YouTube recommends an old Hetalia song that you used to obsess over, and after listening to it, you decide to step back into the fandom to reminisce about your Hetalian era. However, you didn't expect to literally return to Hetalia when two strange yet familiar men kidnap you from your world and bring you to theirs.
Pairing. Various ( separate ) x Fem!Reader
Author's note. Inspired by Nightsevera's fic on deviantART. This is going to be a VERY big project that I will hopefully finish before 2026 ends… I will try to cover all of the characters on this list. Hopefully Himaruya doesn't officially debut more characters before this is finished or else I'm cooked
Heaving a weary sigh, you quietly unlocked the door to your apartment and stepped inside, the usual silence greeting you. As you pulled the door shut behind you with one hand, the other reached down to your raised leg and slipped your boot off your foot before doing the same with your other boot. Nudging your boots off to the side, you then walked over to the couch and flopped down on your stomach, your backpack sliding off your shoulder to land on the floor with a soft thud. With your face squished against the cushion, you let out another sigh.
How did your life end up like this? You had moved out of your home country to continue your studies, hoping to build a better future for yourself; you flew out of your nest to find thrill and adventure of living in a foreign country; you left everything behind to turn over a new leaf and become a daughter your parents could be proud of, but what awaited you on the other side was a lonely, uneventful life. You didn't have many friends, believing that your social life wasn't as important as your studies (oh, how wrong you were), and were constantly studying to stay at the top of your class. It was exhausting, and with each passing day, you were gradually losing your momentum.
You were tired.
You decided to take a short nap before taking a shower and doing your nightly routine. You didn't even bother to position yourself properly on the couch as your mind succumbed to sleep, your eyelids fluttering shut. With your breaths slowing into a calm, steady rhythm, you drifted into the world of your dreams, where you were much, much happier.
You didn't know how much time had passed when you awoke. Slowly lifting your eyelids, you pushed yourself to sit on your knees. You then turned your head to the clock on the wall, seeing that it was already half past nine at night - you had passed out for a solid three hours. Scratching the back of your head, you slid off the couch and dragged yourself to the computer, thinking that you might as well tire yourself out by watching random videos on YouTube.
"Thank goodness it's the weekend tomorrow," you mumbled to nobody in particular, repeatedly pressing the spacebar to turn on the screen. As soon as you went on YouTube, you noticed that the videos recommended to you were what you would have watched religiously back in 2010. Your eyes widened, your eyebrows shooting up in surprise.
Ah, yes. The years 2010 until 2014 were the time of Hetalia and One Direction - the happiest years of your life.
A breathy chuckle slipped past your lips as you hovered your mouse over the Nordic 5 song, Always With You. Bringing an elbow atop the desk, you propped your chin on the palm of your left hand as the nostalgic melody played, the song opening with Denmark's obnoxious yet cheerful voice. Memories of the past flashed through your mind, though some you internally cringed at since... you were quite young when you became a Hetalian (let's not remember those times too vividly...). Regardless, the era in which you spent fangirling over personified countries was filled with smiles and laughter, and above all, it was free of worry as you didn't have to constantly think about maintaining your GPA and paying bills. You pressed a hand against your mouth to suppress the emotions bubbling up in your throat as you listened to Italy's Marukaite Chikyuu, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.
Suddenly, it's 2010 and everything was alright.
Your chest felt tight; there was an inexplicable longing for something you couldn't identify. The nostalgia was so powerful that you kept listening to another Hetalia song after the previous one ended, and found out that Denmark finally has his own character song, Let's Enjoy! Let's Get Excited! Cheers! Then you listened to one of England's character songs that you figured was released sometime after you left the fandom, Let's Enjoy Today. The melody and lyrics hit home, and that's when a few tears escaped. You wept for what could no longer be, for what you had let go to continue moving forward.
Why did you leave the Hetalia fandom back then? What even made you leave?
You regretted abandoning the fandom - but what could you have done? You were growing up and starting to live in the real world. The fact that you'd eventually grow out of Hetalia was inevitable, though you were glad that there's a resurgence of the fandom when you checked Tumblr.
"No way... Scotland, Wales, Northern Ireland and Ireland have official designs now?" you mumbled, admiring the official art of the UK brothers and Ireland, "There's even a new British micronation!"
Eventually, midnight fell. Noticing the time, you decided to call it a day and continue your nostalgia trip when the sun was up later. Standing up from your chair, you were about to head to the bathroom to wash up when you heard a suspicious clatter from your room. It was followed by the faint shuffling of feet, striking you with paranoia.
Something's not right. Last time you checked, you were the only one living in this small apartment...
Inching towards your storage closet, you blindly reached inside and grabbed a golf stick. Keeping your gaze on the door to your room, you stealthily slinked towards it. You pressed your back again the wall beside the door, hand on the doorknob as you listened for further movements inside the room. Counting to three, you then flung the door open and rushed in with the golf stick pulled behind your head, ready to strike the intruder.
"GET OUT OF MY-" you shouted only to falter upon meeting a pair of baby blue eyes. The owner's light blond hair almost looked transparent underneath the light, his white royal military uniform that was embellished with medals exuding an air of British regality. You took a step back with your jaw going slack, unable to believe what - or rather, who - you were seeing in your room. "Y-you're-" You were cut off by his mock disappointed sigh.
"Dearie me," he began, smiling at you in a way that unsettled you, "it appears that my princess has discovered us." Your brows furrowed in confusion. Us? "Allen!" He clapped, and on cue, the heavy thud of boots sounded behind you. Before you could turn around, the side of someone's palm struck the back of your neck, effectively knocking you out.
The last thing you heard as a pair of arms captured your body was, "Now, let us go home, pet."
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A pair of emerald green eyes cast a look at the sky when a raindrop plopped on top of the owner's mop of blond locks. Knitting his thick eyebrows together, Arthur cursed under his breath and fished through his bag for the umbrella he thought he had brought with him before he left for the world meeting being held in London. His three older brothers - Alasdair, Connor and Dylan - stood behind him as they too gazed at the darkening sky, the heralds of rain blocking out the sun.
"Aye, any of you got a brolly?" Connor asked.
"England bach was supposed to bring one," Dylan chirped.
Whirling his head around, the Englishman narrowed his eyes at the two. "You lot could have brought your own umbrellas instead of expecting me to prepare everything!" As the three brothers began to bicker back and forth, Alasdair chose to avert his attention to the alleyway across the road, where he spotted subtle movements in the darkness. He strained his ears, picking up on the sounds of struggle; it was only when he heard a high-pitched shriek that was abruptly cut off did he reach inside his navy blue coat to grasp his revolver. The other three men paused, having also heard the sound of someone in distress.
"... Did any of you catch that?" Connor quietly asked, looking between his brothers nervously.
"It came from there," Alasdair murmured, undoing the safety lock with a soft click. The UK brothers all had their eyes on the alleyway across the road and carefully observed with bated breaths.
Suddenly, your form burst forth from the shadows, causing them to tense up and the Scotsman to almost draw his revolver. With disheveled clothes and hair, you panted as if you had ran a mile and scanned your surroundings frantically; the pitiful state you were in made Connor and Dylan relax slightly, but Alasdair and Arthur remained on guard. Before you could notice the UK brothers watching you with wide eyes, a gloved hand reached for you from the alleyway and grasped your hair painfully, forcing you backwards with a harsh tug. Wincing, you instinctively reached behind your head to claw at the offending hand.
"You bitch!" Allen growled, eyes flaring. He was clutching his abdomen with his free hand and was having a hard time breathing thanks to the precise punch you had thrown at his solar plexus. The American tugged your hair again as the blond he intruded into your home with appeared beside the two of you, arms folded behind his back.
"Now, now, that is no way to speak to or treat a lady," he said, clasping Allen's wrist with mirth dancing in his blue hues, "And with that foul mouth of yours, I daresay that punch was very much deserved."
"Shut up, Mordred! This is all your fault!" Allen hissed, but loosening his grip just enough for it to not hurt as much when Mordred squeezed his wrist painfully, "If you hadn't screwed up, we wouldn't have to take this fucking detour!"
"My apologies. You know that I'm not well-versed in magic compared to my- Oh... speak of the devil." Grinning, Mordred waved at the UK brothers a few ways in front of them. "Good afternoon, gentlemen!"
Arthur's left eyebrow twitched at the sight of his and Alfred's Second Players holding you captive; he didn't need to know all of the details to figure out that you needed his help. "Let that woman go!"
Mordred put a hand on his chest with a dramatic gasp. "And lose this rare chance of reuniting with my princess?" A shadow then fell over his eyes, and the air suddenly felt heavy, sending a chill down your spine. "Over my dead body."
The way he uttered those words frightened you. As the Second Player of England, Mordred was a lot more cheerful and open, but that also meant he was far more honest than the original. What he wants, he gets - and he'll get whatever it is that he desires, one way or another.
Arthur chewed his bottom lip. Things usually get more complicated when Mordred is serious, and he contemplated using his wand against his own Second Player. However, before he could actually go through with that thought, Alasdair pulled out his revolver that he had kept hidden in his coat the entire time and fired a warning shot at Allen. The latter was taken by surprise and couldn't react in time, resulting in the bullet grazing the side of his face. He clenched his jaw, feeling the slight sting on his cheek. All the while, you glued your gaze on the group of men across the road, unsure of what to do during this tense exchange.
"My brother won't repeat himself," the Scotsman uttered calmly, ready to shoot again if needed.
Mordred narrowed his eyes at Alasdair as all signs of playfulness disappeared from them. A moment or two then passed before he reluctantly motioned for Allen to release you. "Let her go."
Grunting, the American untangled his painful grip your hair and shoved you onto the road. You subconsciously stumbled towards the UK brothers, knowing that you would be safe in their company. Dylan immediately took you into his arms as Arthur and Connor stepped in front of the two of you protectively. The Welshman looked down at your trembling form, his eyes softening with sympathy; you were no doubt shaken up by whatever the Second Players had put you through. He wordlessly rubbed your back in an attempt to soothe your nerves.
"Please take care good care of my princess," Mordred said with a mock bow, "because we will come back for her."
"As if I'll let you anywhere near her!" Arthur exclaimed, glaring at him. His Second Player merely let out a joyful laugh whilst flicking his wrist, causing a portal to materialise behind him. With a swish of his red cape, he disappeared through the portal, Allen following suit. Sighing in relief, Alasdair hid his revolver inside his coat again as Arthur continued to stare at the spot where they previously stood, his mind a whirlwind of questions that only the Second Players would have answers to.
"England bach!" Dylan called, snapping him back to reality, "The poor blodwyn won't stop shaking. I think she's still scared." Arthur glanced at you, seeing you clinging to his older brother as if he was a lifeline. He felt a pang of guilt, feeling somewhat responsible for Mordred's actions. "You should take her with you to the meeting. It'll be much safer with the other nations around."
When Arthur nodded at his suggestion, Dylan softly spoke to you, "Hey blodwyn... My younger brother will bring you somewhere safe now. Can you go with him?" You didn't respond, but when he tried to pass you to Arthur, you immediately dug your fingers into his light apricot cardigan and expressed your refusal by pressing your face against his shoulder. For some reason, you felt safer with Dylan, whom you recognised as the personification of Wales. You then subtly looked at the other men around you; there was Scotland, Northern Ireland and the great England himself, all in the flesh. If it wasn't for Allen terrorising you earlier, you would have fangirled on the spot. It wasn't everyday that you got to be in the presence of the fictional characters you could only dream of and read about in fanfictions when you were younger, and here you were, in the protective embrace of one of the dashing UK brothers.
Dylan's cheeks flushed with embarrassment when you refused to let go of him, and his eyes flickered over to Arthur somewhat bashfully. "Uh... Maybe I could accompany you to the meeting, just this once?"
Arthur heaved a sigh. It didn't look like there were any other options; you seemed to only trust the Welshman at the moment. "Come along now. We can't afford to waste anymore time, we're already running late."
As the UK brothers started making their way towards the building where the world meeting was being held, Dylan wrapped an arm around your shoulders, walking you with him. When you felt a sudden weight on your shoulders, you turned your head to see Connor's smiling face.
"It's quite chilly today," he said whilst Dylan adjusted his brother's coat on you. Murmuring a small "thanks", you wrapped the Irishman's coat around yourself and snuggled into it.
Questioning looks were thrown your way when Arthur entered the meeting room with you and Dylan in tow (Alasdair and Connor had gone to wait in another room with the other countries' states acting as their secretary for the month). Arthur went up to the front to explain the situation to Ludwig as you and Dylan took a seat in a corner on the back row, behind a group of nations that you recognised were part of the ASEAN. Juan and Tuah were excitedly looking at a sales campaign on Shopee, Prasert was summarising it in a Google docs for them, Lien was trying to get them to pay attention, while Raditya was browsing through a selection of motorcycles on sale on his cracked iPhone. You stared at Raditya's phone, wondering why he doesn't just get it replaced - despite having read on the Hetalia wiki that he's the type to use something until it's completely broken.
Feeling your gaze on him, the Indonesian turned his head to lock eyes with you. The polite smile he sent your way made you look away quickly with blood rushing to your cheeks, embarrassed at having been caught staring.
"I've never seen you around before, mbak. What's your name?" he asked, the smile ever so present on his face, "I'm Indonesia, but you can call me Raditya or Dirga."
Dylan eyed you curiously, only realising now that he hadn't caught your name either.
"(Y/n)," you quietly answered, still not meeting his eyes.
You couldn't believe it. You're actually attending a Hetalia world meeting. The situation you're in was a lot to digest, and you hoped this wasn't a long and realistic dream you'd soon wake up from. You pinched your thigh to make sure and winced at the sharp pain you felt.
Yep, this was all real.
"Your friend is a shy one isn't she, mas Wales?" Raditya said, chuckling. He didn't seem outwardly bothered by the fact that there's a human in a room full of nations, though he did internally question your presence here.
As if on cue, Ludwig yelled for everyone's attention, causing the buzz of the chattering nations to die down immediately while Arthur went to take a seat on one of the front rows.
"Today's meeting will be different than the previous ones as an urgent matter has been brought up by England," Ludwig solemnly began, "Two of our Second Players were sighted near this building earlier." The room broke out into worried murmurs. Strict regulations have been set for crossing between the worlds of the First and the Second Players, so the fact that they had intruded into their world was concerning. The German cleared his throat loudly, silencing the nations again. "England and his brothers rescued a woman who had been kidnapped by them." He then scanned the room, his eyes landing on you sitting next to Dylan stiffly. Some of the nations followed his gaze and spotted you behind the ASEAN group. "We have yet to know their reasons for taking her. However, if they were that desperate to bring her to their world, then she must be an important... asset to them."
You felt as if you should divulge the fact that you're actually from neither of their worlds, and that where you're from, the world they knew is fictional. Dylan could sense that you wanted to say something, and quickly waved his arm in the air to get Ludwig's attention before the German could continue.
"Yes, Wales?"
"(Y/n) has something to say!" The Welshman then turned to you with an encouraging a smile.
"So your name is (y/n)? At least we've got a name now. What is it that you'd like to tell us?" Ludwig asked, keeping his eyes on you.
"I..." You took a deep breath braced yourself for their reactions. "I'm actually not from your world... Or the Second Players'."
There was a moment of silence before the room erupted.
"Hold the phone- You're telling me that there are other worlds besides ours and our Second Players'?!"
"The universe is bigger than you think, you dolt! Just like how America isn't the only continent on Earth!"
"So (y/n)-san got isekai'd into our world? Interesting..."
"Ve~ I wonder if the pasta in her world is tasty!"
"Is pasta all you're ever concerned about?"
"Buset," Raditya said, staring at you wide-eyed, "But... that means our kind doesn't exist in your world. You seem strangely calm about us."
"Well, that's because in my world, you're all part of an anime called Hetalia. In other words, this world and everything in it is fictional to me... until today." You let out an awkward chuckle.
Ludwig gazed pensively at you as he tried to comprehend the nonsensical thought of being a fictional character in your world - but there was no other way to explain why you're not freaking out about their existence. "I see. But that still doesn't explain why the Second Players are after you." He then cupped his chin, trying to come up with a temporary arrangement that would allow them some time to figure things out. "England told me that Mordred claimed they'll be back for you. For your own safety, I strongly suggest you stay with one of us until England is able to create a spell that can return you to your home world. Wales, Norway, Romania, Indonesia, I expect you four to assist him-" The German was rudely interrupted by a certain Dane, who sprung up from his seat with his fists clenched in front of his chest.
"The King of Northern Europe shall protect the maiden until the spell is completed!"
"No way! She'll be much safer with the hero, which is me of course!"
"She'll go insane if she stays with you! My brothers and I can watch over her."
"As if a weirdo like you can do any better," Sean remarked offhandedly, earning a sharp glare from the Englishman.
Your eyes wandered around the meeting room as the nations began to argue amongst themselves, some using the point-evidence-explain method to further justify why you should be under their protection.
"ORDER!" Ludwig bellowed, slamming his hands on the table, "You all don't get to decide for her unless she's unable to make a decision herself. In which case, I will randomly assign her to a nation." He shifted his attention to you, prompting you with his next words. "(Y/n), feel free to choose who you wish to stay with."
Choose your nation ( none yet; Wales WIP )
Translations
(Javanese) Mba - older sister
(Javanese) Mas - older brother
(Indonesian) Buset - it can be translated to "heck" in English. You say it when you're surprised or amazed by something (can be both positive or negative)
Characters are arranged according to longitude coordinates of hub airport, and cities are chosen according to main hub of “flag carrier airlines”. A full list of landmarks depicted in each picture and more artist comment can be found in the dA link below.
*Please do not edit (images and caption) or repost as a new post, thank you!
Characters are arranged according to longitude coordinates of hub airport, and cities are chosen according to main hub of “flag carrier airlines”. A full list of landmarks depicted in each picture and more artist comment can be found in the dA link below.
*Please do not edit (images and caption) or repost as a new post, thank you!
[Collage version and art descriptions (dA)]
[Other sets (tumblr tag)]
synopsis. ( gangsta au ) one day, when you are cleaning the italian brothers' house, you suddenly remember your past life. this is the world of the manga hetalia, except it's a dystopian pangea where instead of countries, there are districts ruled by mobsters. as you try to grasp your new reality, you find that the memories of your current life have become fragmented, leaving you no choice but to seek ways to remember. to make matters worse, the representatives of the other districts are beginning to catch onto the fact that you're different, and it'll only be a matter of time before the big 5 hears of you.
pairing. italy x fem!reader x romano
warnings. canon divergent (will add more along the way)
Synopsis. ( Gangsta AU ) One day, when you are cleaning the Italian brothers' house, you suddenly remember your past life - and Italy, who's supposed to be your closest companion, now feels like a stranger to you.
Pairing. Italy x Fem!Reader x Romano
Warnings. N/A
NAVIGATION
You blankly stared outside the window, eyes focused on nothing in particular. You had been in the middle of sweeping the floor in the dining room when a house sparrow flew near the window beside you, its gentle tweet capturing your attention. When you turned your head, the tiny bird perched itself on a lamp post, tilting its head adorably at you. You weren't sure what was so interesting about a mere sparrow, but an inexplicable force compelled you to gaze upon it, as if you were hypnotised. Even after the bird had flown away, you stayed rooted to your spot, staring ahead as unfamiliar yet familiar scenes flashed before your eyes.
There was a young girl walking down a street.
'Who is that?' you thought, knitting your eyebrows together.
She was staring at the rectangular metal object emitting light in her hand, unaware of her surroundings. She then stopped near the side of the road, where thick white stripes lead to the other side.
You watched her every movement in anticipation, gripping the broom tightly until your knuckles turned white.
The girl then looked up and proceeded to cross the road, before lowering her eyes to the object in her hand again. Unbeknownst to her, a large metal mount was speeding in her direction, seemingly disoriented with how it was swerving from side to side recklessly.
Your heart hammered against your ribcage as you mentally screamed at the girl to move. You didn't know how, but you knew, at that moment, she was going to die.
Her attention was diverted to the incoming danger far too late. She froze like a deer trapped in headlights, her pupils dilating at the truck that seemed to be getting bigger - getting closer, charging towards her like an enraged bull.
Her phone flew out of her grasp as a sickening thud resounded through the area.
A grenade suddenly exploded on one side of your body; an invisible wrecking ball of metal and glass slammed into your shoulder, tearing a scream out of your throat as you dropped on the floor. The broom slipped out of your grasp and clattered next to your writhing body, tiny diamonds of sweat beading on your forehead. You let out choked gasps as you clawed at your chest; your head was pounding, it felt as if your ribs were broken, your lungs punctured... It was so painful. You felt the agonising pain the girl in those flashbacks experienced in her final moments, and you knew the reason.
You were that girl - you had died once.
And at this moment, you're a fictional character who technically doesn't exist in the world of Hetalia, an anime with characters that are personified countries, regions and micronations. As more memories rushed in like a tidal wave, you realised that you're in the Gangsta alternate universe, a dystopian Pangea where instead of countries, there are 200 districts ruled by mobsters and represented by their representatives, with the world being a lot more punk and grunge-like.
What you had once thought was impossible turned out to be the opposite, and you were living proof of the transmigration phenomenon.
Your mind was pulled back to the present when a pair of gentle hands frantically lifted your upper body from the floor, rolling you over so that your shoulder blades rested upon their arm; you didn't even notice that somebody had rushed into the dining room after hearing your outburst. Through the tears blurring your vision, you saw a youthful face framed by short brown hair, with an odd curl lightly bouncing on the left side of his head.
"Bella, are you alright? I heard you scream from the next room!"
A man's voice. It took you a few seconds to recognise who he was, and once you did, you shakily fisted his brown waistcoat, causing a look of concern to furrow his brow.
"M-Mr Italy," you whimpered, almost whining his name. His cheeks flushed faintly at your response. Swallowing the fluttering embarrassment, he raised the hand that wasn't supporting your back to cup over yours that's clinging to him. He gently eased his digits between the gaps of your fingers, coaxing you to relax.
"It's alright," he assured you, his soft brown eyes gazing at you kindly, "I'm here." He wasn't exactly sure what had happened to you, but he could tell that you needed some comfort at the moment, especially with how you seemed to be in pain. Wrapping his fingers around your wrist, Italy brought your hand up to his mouth before gingerly planting his lips against your palm with his eyes closed. Your breathing hitched in your throat, your pulse pulsating against his lips. He then pulled away after a beat or two, smiling down at you.
Feeling your nerves calming, the mental exhaustion from your previous episode finally caught up to you and your eyelids fluttered shut. As the strength left your hand, your entire body went limp in his arms, causing panic to rise in his chest. Hugging you tightly against him, Italy turned his head to the doorway with desperation etched on his face.
"Fratello! Fratello, please help!" he cried out. As if on cue, heavy footfall approached the dining room, followed by the muttering of a grumpy Italian. He huffed as he stalked through the doorway, hands shoved deep in his pockets.
"What is it, idiot brother?! What did you-" Romano stopped abruptly, his eyes widening at the sight of your unconscious self being cradled in his younger brother's arms. After getting over his initial shock, he shuffled closer to the two of you before kneeling down, concern swirling in his hazel hues.
"What happened to the ragazza?" he asked, his voice taking on a calmer tone. Italy shook his head.
"I don't know... I heard her scream just now and when I came to check on her, she was on the floor... She looked like she was in a lot of pain," the younger brother answered quietly, sounding as if he was on the verge of tears.
With a long, drawn-out sigh, Romano carded his hair with his fingers. "Let her rest in her room... and make sure to close and lock all the windows."
Nodding, Italy wrapped an arm around your shoulders and hooked an arm under your knees, before lifting you off the floor with a surprising amount of strength. He carefully shifted you around in his arms to guide your head to his chest, and then walked past Romano to bring you to your room, where he laid you down on the bed. After tucking you in, he sat on the edge of your bed, his gaze never leaving your form. He hoped that you're alright and that you'll tell him what transpired before he found you in that state. Letting out a muted sigh, he gingerly brushed away the stray strands of hair from your forehead, resolving to stay by your side until you've woken up.
An hour later, you regained consciousness. Hearing soft snores beside you, you rolled your head to the side and lifted your eyelids to find Italy asleep next to you with his head resting atop his folded arms. One of his hands was lightly grasping yours, and it was only then did you register his warmth against your skin. When you slowly slipped your hand out of his and propped yourself on your elbows, he was stirred by the subtle movements. Eyelids fluttering open, the Italian raised his head from his arms, yawning rather cutely.
"(Y/n)?" he murmured, noticing that you're awake. His face immediately lit up, and you could have sworn you saw the curl in his hair bob up and down. "You're up! Are you okay?" He made a move to hug you but you instinctively flinched out of his reach, making him falter. He looked at you curiously, realising that you're avoiding his touch. You didn't know why you did it either; in this life, you're closer to Italy than you were to Romano, so why do you feel unfamiliar with him, like he's a stranger to you? You averted your eyes, puzzled by your own actions. You tried to remember the times Italy conjured up a sense of comfort and security when the two of you were together, but found yourself struggling. The details were vague, blurry - as if there was a mist in your mind. You held your head, your heart thumping against your chest in slight panic.
Why was it so hard to remember?
"What's the matter?" he asked, drawing you out of your thoughts, "Why won't you look at me?" His voice carried a hint of hurt which prompted your gaze to drift back to him.
"I... I'm sorry, I..." you said, trailing off. Not knowing what to say to him, your threw the blanket off your body and slid off the other side of the bed. Before Italy could stop you, you had already scampered out of the room, leaving a confused and saddened Italian behind.
"Bella...?" he softly called, hoping that you'd return through the doorway - but only silence answered him.
I translated this chapter for a few friends on a discord server, but since I don't see a translated version online yet I thought I'd post it here! Please enjoy this new special chapter of Hetalia World Stars, Gangsta! (That's really the title)
I'm really sorry if there are typos, the grammar is wrong or if it seems low-quality and unprofessional;; I did my best to get it across!
he tries and fails to kabe-don you (scenario; gn!reader)
F
FINLAND
FRANCE
G
GERMANY
GREECE
H
HONG KONG
I
ICELAND
INDONESIA
IRELAND
ITALY ROMANO
ITALY VENEZIANO
J
JAPAN
K
KOREA
L
LADONIA
LATVIA
LUXEMBOURG
M
MALAYSIA
MOLOSSIA
N
NETHERLANDS
NIKO NIKO JR
NORTHERN IRELAND
NORWAY
O
OSAKA
P
PHILIPPINES
PORTUGAL
PRUSSIA
R
RUSSIA
S
SCOTLAND
SEALAND
SEBORGA
SINGAPORE
SLOVAKIA
SLOWJAMASTAN
SPAIN
STOMARIA
SWEDEN
SWITZERLAND
T
TURKEY
V
VIETNAM
W
WALES
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⍣ | ANOTHER COLOUR
IMPORTANT NOTE: I will not be following the accepted fan interpretations of the 2ps. The idea of them being utterly inhumane is just not my cup of tea. To me, the 2ps are the 1ps who responded differently to the pivotal events in their history and went down the "what if" paths.
ITALY VENEZIANO (LUCIANO VARGAS)
ITALY ROMANO (FLAVIO VARGAS)
GERMANY (SIEGFRIED BEILSCHMIDT)
PRUSSIA (SIEGMUND BEILSCHMIDT)
JAPAN (HONDA KURO)
AMERICA (ALLEN F. JONES)
CANADA (JAMES MATHIEU WILLIAMS)
ENGLAND (MORDRED KIRKLAND)
FRANCE (JACQUES BONNEFOY)
RUSSIA (VIKTOR BRAGINSKY)
CHINA (WANG ZAO)
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⍣ | NYOTALIA
BELARUS (NIKOLAI ARLOVSKY)
BELGIUM (LIAM JANSSENS)
HUNGARY (DANIEL HÉDERVÁRY)
LIECHTENSTEIN (HR. NOAH STEIN)
TAIWAN (LIN YUN-SHEN)
UKRAINE (DMITRI CHERNENKO)
VIETNAM (NGUYEN VAN TRUC)
WY (CHESTER IRWIN)
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⍣ | SERIES
moon embraces the sun (italy & romano; fem!reader; transmigration isekai)
( gangsta au ) one day, when you are cleaning the italian brothers' house, you suddenly remember your past life. this is the world of the manga hetalia, except it's a dystopian pangea where instead of countries, there are districts ruled by mobsters. as you try to grasp your new reality, you find that the memories of your current life have become fragmented, leaving you no choice but to seek ways to remember. to make matters worse, the representatives of the other districts are beginning to catch onto the fact that you're different, and it'll only be a matter of time before the big 5 hears of you.
it has been a little over a decade since you left the hetalia fandom to focus on your life. one day, youtube recommends an old hetalia song that you used to obsess over, and after listening to it, you decide to step back into the fandom to reminisce about your hetalian era. however, you didn't expect to literally return to hetalia when two strange yet familiar men kidnap you from your world and bring you to theirs.
synopsis. he tries to kabe-don you but ultimately fails.
with a skip in your step, you walked up to ireland and pinched the back of his green shirt, pulling on it like a child trying to get their father's attention. feeling your persistent tugs, the irish man turned his head with an arched eyebrow and the moment he recognised you, his lips curved into a friendly smile.
"dia dhuit, (y/n)! you look like you're in a good mood," he remarked, only to blink when you suddenly shoved a book into his face. he immediately took a step back, startled by your sudden enthusiasm. "wh-what's this?"
"you've gotta read this light novel that japan let me borrow. it's so good!" you said, opening the book as you begin explaining the plot of the story so far to him.
sitting two rows behind you, england perked up upon hearing your remark, the hand holding his rose-patterned teacup pausing in mid-air. after germany had proposed for a break in the middle of the chaotic world meeting, he had been observing you, intently watching you chat away with japan as he presented you with one of his light novels. he wondered why you're so obsessed with japan's light novels and was a tad bit curious about the one you're trying to get ireland into. however, he's been struggling to work up the courage to approach you these days, which left the englishman quite frustrated with himself. he's afraid that you might reject his attempts to talk to you and act very passive-aggressive towards him; he'd rather save himself from the heartbreak.
"aww..."
having been so preoccupied with his thoughts, england didn't notice that ireland had left you to continue reading on your own. the soft giggle you let out as you flipped the page made his heart flutter inside his chest, and france, who spotted the red tint dusting his cheeks, gave him a disturbed look before quietly scooting his chair away from him.
"i really want to go kyun kyun like the high school girl in the story... when will i meet someone who can make my heart go doki doki?" you mused with a sigh.
england was perplexed by the unfamiliar terminology you had mentioned. lowering his teacup on the saucer, he pondered the words with a hand on his chin.
what does "kyun kyun" and "doki doki" mean?
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japan was surprised when england approached him to ask about the japanese onomatopoeia frequently used in his media.
"hmm... to put it simply, kyun kyun is the momentary tightening of one's chest caused by powerful feelings. it's meant to sound like your heart is getting squeezed, and is used most commonly in a romantic context," japan said.
"you say that it's supposed to be romantic, but that sounds terrifying instead!" england exclaimed, slightly shaken by the thought of his heart literally getting squeezed, "and doki doki?"
"doki doki is the sound of a heart that's beating fast."
"i see. then how do i make (y/n) go kyun kyun?" he asked, making america who was sitting next to him spit out his cola.
as japan suppressed the laughter that was bubbling up in his throat, he replied in a shaky voice, "y-you probably want to do the kabe-don to them then. it's a gesture that prevents escape - you just have to use all of your strength to trap them against a surface."
england knitted his eyebrows together as he tried to visualise what he's to do. "use all of my strength to trap them against a surface? that sounds rather... barbaric." but it definitely sounds like something he would have done during his olden days as a brutish pirate. "i suppose it wouldn't hurt to try..."
as soon as he left to search for you, america grabbed japan's shoulders and proceeded to shake his soul out of his body. "yo, why did you have to give him that idea?! it's totally not going to end well!"
the englishman easily found you strolling through the corridor just outside of the meeting room, holding a drink in one hand and the light novel in the other. he waited until you were close enough before calling your name, prompting you to lift your gaze from the book; the moment your eyes met, england shoved you against the door beside you as his hands landed on either side of your head with a resounding slam. you shrieked, the sheer terror you felt writing itself all over your face as you dropped the things you were holding, your drink spilling all over his polished shoes.
your reaction was the complete opposite of what he had hoped to elicit from you, and the commotion got the countries inside the meeting room curious. some poked their heads out the door only to see england cornering your terrified self, causing them to gawk at the sight as misunderstandings began to brew in their minds.
"m-mr england, did i upset you somehow?" you timidly asked. his eyes widened when he picked up on the fear laced in your voice, and to add insult to injury, ireland walked past the two of you, muttering what a "weirdo" he is.
Its kimura Uzuri (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) but In another account
So I want to ask you something sis,theres something I want to ask about your rules . Do u accept request about something like characters x fem reader headcanon about having a kid and Its platonic? because I want to request something about it and I have to ask you so I know you Will accept request about like that or not? .(Bad English language sorry Ó╭╮Ò)
You mean parent headcanons? Like, how (character) will be as a father and such? If so, yes I do accept requests like that!
Hetalia absolutely still has a thriving fandom. Not as big as it used to be to be, and definitely less content, but it has grown a little bit in the past year, welcome back!!
Oh thank goodness 😭 I went on a nostalgia a few days ago because I had come across a very old England x reader chapter story draft and went "👁️👄👁️ oh right Hetalia exists-"
I'm absolutely thrilled to start writing for Hetalia again (I refuse and will not upload any of my old Hetalia stories here, THEY'RE SO CRINGE SHWISHWISH)
Platonic! Nordics and Immortal! Child! Reader Parenting Headcanons
Warnings: Fluff.
Anonymous Request: hey I absolutely love your immortal child stories, could you maybe do the parenting headcanons one with the nordics? <3
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Denmark
Denmark has seen and heard many things over the course of his immortal life. Nations, nature spirits, ghosts, and all sorts of other supernatural phenomena were all par for the course when it came to being an immortal. However, an immortal child who was still human? How remarkable!
If he had met you back when he was still a conquering empire, he would have greeted you with suspicion and wariness. All Nations who have tasted what seemed to be boundless power would like to hang onto that power as much as possible. With an unpredictable variable like you running around, what does that mean? Were you to be a bad omen? However, if you happen to meet Denmark in the present day, he’s mostly relaxed and he’ll instantly take you into his house because you’re still just a child to him even if you are immortal.
Whenever possible, he’ll try to establish an amiable rapport with you by taking you out for walks, talking to you about your day, or playing some of your favorite sports and games. You might think that he was trying to appease you, but he genuinely wants to know you better and he’s always interested in trying out new things.
Once you finally think of him as some sort of parental figure, he’ll make space for you in his home and include you in more aspects of his life. He’ll push for your education, but you’re free to be either homeschooled or to go to a school of your choice. If you choose homeschooling, Denmark will take you anywhere and everywhere just so that you can be educated in all areas of life. That includes trips to the grocery store to ensure you know how to budget and choose the best products, teaching you the basics in household maintenance and upkeep, and he’ll bring you along to world meetings so that you can observe how politics work in real time.
However, while Denmark makes it seem like he works a lot of the time, it’s actually the opposite! He likes to have fun and it’s much easier to have fun if you’re also enjoying yourself. He’s the type of parent to give you a lot of independence and freedom from an early age. If he thinks you’re responsible enough, he’ll give you a lot of pocket money. Just be sure to not spend it all at once, though! He’ll probably ask you about it just to make sure that you’re not being too frivolous because part of his intention was to make sure you realize the importance of saving some of it for a future emergency.
As for discipline, Denmark is usually lenient. If this were centuries in the past, he would have been far more strict, but nowadays he tends to understand that children will do whatever they want. That doesn’t stop him from looking disappointed if you act out or break one of his important rules like not checking in while you’re out or breaking curfew. He won’t punish you, per se, but he will ask you to explain yourself and what ways the both of you can cooperate so that you won’t feel the need to act out again. If you’re not comfortable with long, drawn out discussions that are based on open communication and the necessity for vulnerability, this will be punishment enough.
All in all, Denmark is happy that he gets to know you and to be a part of your life. Immortality is quite lonely, but with you with him, it feels like every day is a new chance for happiness.
Finland
There is no hesitation. The instant he knows that you are a child who is both human and immortal with no place to call home, Finland is immediately putting you into his house. Would you like tea? Milk? Another beverage of your choice? You are not leaving this house cold and unfed if Finland has anything to say about it.
Don’t worry, Finland won’t smother you too much after the initial introduction. After you’ve made yourself comfortable and he’s come to terms with the fact that immortal humans exist, Finland will ask if you would like to stay with him. He doesn’t want to appear too happy about it, but like Norway, he has a soft spot for children. His face quickly lights up in joy once you say yes and he immediately embraces you—if you are welcome to such a gesture—or squeals in delight. He has a child!
Out of the rest of the Nordics, Finland is one of the most vocal and open about his new child. While the rest of the others will eventually tell the rest of their family about their newly adopted immortal child, it’s Finland who immediately texts the group chat with the good news. The adoption papers haven’t been made official yet, but Finland doesn’t care; he’s far too happy to contain his excitement.
Eventually, the excitement will wear off, but Finland’s commitment to you has only just begun. Finland has some of the finest educators in the entire world and you can bet that he will definitely make sure that you are fully educated and well versed in important subject matters so that you can tackle the world. Finland also understands the importance of hobbies and sports. You want to learn how to play an instrument? Learn how to ski so that the both of you can spend time together during the winter holidays? Or perhaps you would like to pursue the visual performing arts? Regardless of who you are, Finland is more than willing to support you with a broad smile and plenty of photos so that he can share your achievements with the rest of the Nordics.
Speaking of the Nordics, Finland is the least shy in showing you off and introducing you to the rest of his neighbors. The first time you meet the rest of the Nordics, it will more than likely be a scheduled outing instead of at a stuffy meeting. (Meetings are not a place for children, even those who are immortal!). When Sealand visits, Finland makes sure that the both of you come out of that meeting as friends—or even better, as siblings. Finland will not tolerate it if his children aren’t civil to each other.
As with most children, problems may arise. That’s okay, Finland has had his fair share of tantrums dealing with Sealand. When you scream or rage at him, Finland won’t raise his voice or his fists at you. Instead, he’ll advise you to take a walk outside or if that isn’t an option, he’ll have you take out your aggression on cutting vegetables or screaming into a pillow. He’ll remain mostly quiet during fights like this, but it’s not out of aggression. Rather, he wants to approach you calmly so that he may soothe you and to solve the problem as quickly and compassionately as possible. When the fighting is over, he’ll invite you forward for a hug and a hot beverage of your choice.
In the end, Finland wants to spend the rest of his life with you as his child. There might be a day where you grow up, but for the time being, Finland will cherish you.
Iceland
This can’t be happening. Seriously, why?
Iceland isn’t always in tune with his emotions and when he is, he certainly doesn’t know what to do with them. When he sees you looking up at him, trusting and utterly innocent despite the fact that you’re immortal—you’re immortal!?!?!?—all he can think about is how much he wishes that his brother is with him.
As a fellow immortal with tons more experience and possibly more mature than you, Iceland can technically adopt you. Maybe. Maybe not. Honestly, Iceland doesn’t really know because ethics don’t really apply to magical, immortal beings like you and him. At the end of the day, after he consults with some other Nations and a few social workers from his home, he will resort to asking you if you want to stay with him.
He’s not going to lie, he was not expecting you to say yes. Why would you stay with him when there were other far more capable Nations out there. Who would say yes to a Nation who was always behind the times and eternally isolated from the rest of his peers? Yet, when he’s just about to rebuke you or even comment about the fact that you’re making a mistake, he finds himself at a loss for words at the feeling that blossoms in his chest when he sees the earnestness in your eyes. You aren’t pitying him; you’re choosing him. Him! Despite the redness in his cheeks and his ears, Iceland merely huffs to himself before taking you back to his house.
Iceland is not the best with children. Even when he’s mingling with the rest of his citizens, the most he’ll do is offer a few cooed words or even a brief smile. He’s fairly shy and he’s still somewhat insecure in his position as a Nation. With you, he’ll try to overcompensate for his shortcomings (moody temper, relatively young age compared to his elders, etc.) by giving you lots of free time where you can do things that you want to do. What he doesn’t realize, however, is that in doing so, he’s inadvertently pushing you away. Because of this, the sooner you let him know that you need him in your life, the sooner he’ll come to terms with his personal feelings and he’ll grow out of his feelings of insecurity and low self worth so that he can be a worthy guardian for you. It will take time, but it will be fulfilling in the end.
Iceland is actually tempted to go back to school just so that he can see you around. Maybe if he hangs around his citizens around both of your ages, he’ll connect to you better? It’s a far fetched thought, but he does entertain it when he drops you off at your school. Because he wants to better himself and to prove to you—but mostly to himself—that he’s a good guardian, he’ll hover around you when you’re doing homework. If you need help, he’s already got a smart phone in hand to help research for the answers because he doesn’t want to disappoint you.
Iceland is never taking you to a world meeting if he can help it. If you beg him enough, he might relent, but the most you’ll ever see of the other Nations are when the other Nordics insist on meeting you. He’s not trying to isolate you from the rest of the immortal community, but again, he’s somewhat afraid of the idea that you’ll abandon him for someone else. Someone who’s far more capable and has experience dealing with children like you. Like Norway. If you can convince him that you won’t abandon him for shallow reasoning or if he grows out of this way of thinking, you’ll see more of the rest of the national community.
Iceland is no disciplinarian, but he will give as good as he can get when it comes to tantrums and fights. Iceland may be called icy at times, but his volcanoes roar brighter and stronger than any flame. If he’s feeling particularly stressed with you or can’t make you see reason, he may devolve into yelling and tears. However, he can just as easily go back to his cooler side, which may result in silent treatment or storming away outside or to another part of his house so that he can calm down. Regardless, fights like these often last hours or days if the both of you can’t communicate properly. Iceland doesn’t want to discipline you, but either his explosive anger or his isolating tendencies may make the situation worse. Sometimes, he may have to ask another Nation to play mediator.
However, don’t hold it against Iceland. He’s trying his hardest and when he makes a mistake, he endeavors to never make it again. It will take a while for him to fully embrace his guardianship of you and to overcome his shortcomings, but once he does, it’s to the betterment of both the national community and the bond that you share with him.
Norway
When he first hears about you, he does not bat an eye, but it does make him ponder the intricacies of life. You say that you’re human, yet you’re also immortal? How curious and strange! He does not regard you with suspicion, but you will have to be prepared for the eventuality that Norway will end up asking a lot of questions about who you are and how you came to be.
As the supposed older brother of Iceland, Norway knows what it’s like to raise children. You would think that because of his experience he would be more than adept with raising you—or, at the very least, trying to be a guiding force in your life—but he’s a passive thinker at times and it would take some time to come to terms with your existence. Before he fully welcomes you, he’ll observe you first and engage in interactions that seem to be more of a verbal iteration of his stream of consciousness instead of, well… Just be patient with him, he’s still adjusting to this new world view that humans can be immortal.
Once he realizes that you’re still a child despite your circumstances, Norway asks if you have anybody that you consider family or somewhere safe to stay. Compared to how he greeted you, with his eyes looking a little blank and lost, this time, he regards you with concern. Iceland may have been the one with volcanoes and the hot and cold personality, but you cannot deny that there is a fire in Norway’s eyes as he regards you.
When you admit that you’re alone or you have no place to call your own, Norway sets to work in finding you a permanent place to stay. Who do you want to stay with? Do you have a specific preference? Would you rather you leave Norway and go someplace else? Norway is more than willing to send you airfare and send you to someone you know will keep you company during your long immortality, but he finds himself equal parts surprised and bemused when you say that you choose him. In comparison to Iceland, who rarely voices out his true feelings for the rest of the Nordics, Norway finds himself gratified and wishing that his dear little brother was just as receptive as you are.
After establishing himself as your guardian—with your full consent—Norway goes full parental mode on you. Upon first impressions, you would think that Norway would be too flighty and scatterbrained to even raise a child, but it’s the exact opposite. He immediately catalogues what sort of healthy meals you should be eating, your hobbies and interests, and what you desire from education.
Like Denmark, Norway also likes the idea of homeschooling. His education system is great, but he can’t deny that children who are homeschooled tend to gravitate to subjects that actually interest them, thus fostering a sense of curiosity and drive to dive in deeper. Whatever the case, he’ll accept how you want to proceed, but he will nudge you in the direction of home based learning. (There’s also the thought that maybe you don’t need to attend school considering that you are immortal, but that’s a thought for another day).
Norway enjoys hanging out with you the most. While he can be pragmatic and efficient when it comes to business and political matters, he would rather much spend the day playing and talking with you. He loves to tease you with wordplay and puns, playing small pranks on you, and even utilizing his magic just to make you smile. He especially likes it when his troll ruffles your hair or lifts you into the air just to surprise you.
Discipline isn’t something that Norway doesn’t want to dwell on for too long, but he knows that eventually you might break a few rules. When this happens, Norway gently guides you to your room or your safe space for a few minutes so that the both of you can collect yourselves. Afterwards, the both of you will talk about the importance of rules and why they are upheld in the first place. If you come up with a good point why some rules should be changed or bent, Norway is more than willing to hear you out and possibly acquiesce.
In the end, Norway is ecstatic to know that he has another child to take care of. Even though Norway wishes that it was Iceland who was looking up to him, he does not compare you to him, but he does wish that his little brother would come over to his house so that he can meet his new sibling!
Sweden
Despite his cold and rigid exterior, Sweden is actually quite warm and fluffy. Although he’s quiet and reserved, Sweden is naturally intuitive when it comes to a child’s needs. When he first meets you, he almost immediately knows that you’re not a regular human being; you’re immortal. He doesn’t know about your supernatural nature, but he does know that you need someone in your life. With only that much information to go off of, it’s surprising that he takes to you without hesitation. When you do tell him that you’re immortal, he doesn’t show his shock. Instead, he’ll nod as if reaffirming basic suspicions before quietly asking if you have family. If you don’t, he’ll contemplate a few moments more before asking in that quiet, but gentle voice of his if you would like to stay with him.
Sweden is a stolid presence in your life. Despite any misgivings you might have had when you first met him, he is quick to dispel any fears that you may have about him. He may not speak much, but his actions tell a story that is akin to an epic. Without even saying anything, he’ll provide you everything from the basics of comfort to treats and toys. Like Finland, he absolutely adores children, but he isn’t as quick to start talking about you to others. Finding you was like coming across buried treasure without digging for it.
Sweden likes to keep to himself, but if you ever show signs of discomfort or sadness, he’s immediately there at your side. His words are sparse, but the way he holds you and hums under his breath—one of his folk tunes, you think—slows your breathing and steadies your heart. As a person who suffers from bouts of anxiety and often finds comfort in his introverted nature, he is the perfect person to calm down young children who are also anxious and fearful of strange situations. When calming you down, Sweden prefers to ground you by asking you to breathe, holding you if you so choose, etc.
When the both of you grow closer, Sweden will eventually open up. You might think him a serious person, but he’s actually playful and prone to playing pranks. Sooner or later, you’ll end up falling for one of his traps, which will end up with the both of you laughing. It’s okay, though. Sweden is an unwittingly great teacher and you’re free to get back at him.
Speaking of teaching, Sweden wouldn’t mind homeschooling you! Sure, education can be obtained through traditional means, but since you’re immortal, it would also make sense that you would turn to him for help. He’ll spend days preparing materials and your curriculum before enthusiastically taking you out on nature hikes, field trips to museums, or even staying at home so he can teach you life lessons. He takes your education and your interests seriously. No matter how trivial it may seem , he will entertain any and all questions you may have and even reach out to others for help if he can’t adequately answer.
Don’t get Sweden mad at you. Please don’t. Sweden has had many rejections in the past so if you start acting out or intentionally causing pain to him, he will shut down emotionally. He won’t yell. He won’t lash out physically. He will simply look at you in disappointment before walking out of the room. Eventually, he will come back to discuss the situation and punishment, but he may remain aloof for a few days afterward before coming back into himself. It’s a fear that he would rather not entertain, but the idea of you abandoning him lingers in the corners of his mind.
Living with Sweden is peaceful and quiet. You might think it’s a boring life, but you’ll find that you’ll go on many adventures with Sweden so long as you live with him.
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