#*pukes*

[edwardos]

Hills of Sadness, again.

[maseun]

Woe! A new Hetalia x reader writing/art blog be upon ye!

I’ve been trapped in this fandom for years but I’ve lowkey been too afraid to post/share any content until now, world be kind to me it’s my first time living too 😭

Anyways—I’ll be making a proper introductory post soon, I don’t expect to get much interaction with these posts bc I feel like Hetalia has kinda died off (maybe?? Idk there has to be some freaks out there /pos)

[ryan-sometimes]

I know this may sound stupid, but the one thing that turns me off from becoming a YouTuber is the concept of having to do ad reads at some point in my life. I’d feel like I’d hit rock bottom having to perform for a company like that. I don’t judge YouTubers who do, because they have to make a living somehow, I’m just saying that doing it myself would make me want to fucking die

[gerard-ways-hands]

I feel like there’s a possibility the people of tumblr could like this.

[monopoison3r]

a sunny day is like a drug to me. and brother i think ive gotten too high

[sammysammer]

Hello hubby :3 *face lick*

Hi my one eyed wife :3

[youtalktoomuch]

i don't see nearly enough clips of this group of Fuckers™ on this app so here's an old clip from one of aimsey's streams a while back that had me in tears

[monochromatic-ahhhh]

Yes i indeed have decided to publicize something i might (probably will) regret, proceed with caution

Her dad put food on her plate today.

Like two days ago when he called to teach her to cook, or three months ago when he took two chocolate bars, eating one and setting the other at her side of the table. These little things that filled her heart with warmth, it happened again today.

Dinner time has arrived and naturally, the house was a mess - people heading back and forth from the small kitchen to the big dinner table. She was on her way to get dinner herself. But as she turned the corner to the small kitchen space, she saw her dad already occupying it. Knowing better than to squeeze herself in, she immediately started to turn back until her dad's call caused her to go towards the kitchen again. He was in the middle of placing food on his plate - wait, it was her plate? It was in her hands now, given by her dad. While he went on to do something that's out of the kitchen, she made her way onto the table, pondering on her doubts of her dad's love. It's these little things that get to her after all. Knowing she always wanted to cook, he offered to teach her how to cook her favorite dish. Knowing her cravings for sweets after having her meal, he silently set aside a chocolate bar for her. It's these little things that convinced her that no matter how cold-hearted he may seem, he's always loved her.

So why..

"This is why I don't talk to you anymore."

..is it getting harder..

"What is your problem?!"

..to believe that?

Her father put food on her plate today.

She woke up in a hospital bed the next day.