#aph headcanons

[chamomile-wonders]

Hii! I'd love to know your take on how the hetalia allies (axis too maybe if it's not asking too much, if not is okay!!) would react to their crush flirting with them in a subtle way! Not with comments but with the way they look at them, friendly touches and gestures, etc <333

I've had this one sitting in the drafts for a WHILE. Hope you enjoy! Let me know if you want this for any of the other characters, and I'll see if/when I can get to them.

Reacting to Subtle Flirting ~ aph Allies & Axis

America

Alfred is a sweetheart, but the guy is absolutely not above teasing the heck out of you when he picks up on what you're doing. He may be a little dense, but he's no fool in this regard. If you place your hand on his, he'll immediately shoot you a smirk. One that makes you wonder what's going on behind those deep, blue eyes. If your hand rests on his arm, he'll give you a knowing, cocky grin. "You lost, little lady?" He'll lean in, wondering if this is the right time to make a bold move and try to kiss you. However, if you were to move slightly beyond subtle flirting and play with his hair, or outright lean on his shoulder, dude will straight up melt. For the latter, he'd casually wrap an arm around your shoulders, but internally he'd be shouting with joy.

Russia

Ivan isn't as well-versed when it comes to flirting, but he'd definitely suspect something is up when he notices your newly acquired behavior patterns. Especially if you touch his hand or arm. Ivan's face goes bright red as he isn't sure how to respond. And if he likes you in return, he'd be internally screaming, trying to figure out what to say or do. He really wants to reciprocate, but doesn't want to scare you off. He's well aware of how intimidating he can be. Though, to be fair, if she truly thought I was intimidating, she wouldn't be flirting with me, yes? Ivan thinks to himself. Once he connects the dots, he'll be a little more receptive. Perhaps even reciprocating with a light pat on the head and a warm, shy smile across his face.

England

Though very much aware of what you are doing, Arthur will purposely feign ignorance for the sake of seeing if he can frustrate you. He finds it amusing. If you shoot him a flirty look, he'll lean in towards you as if for a kiss, only to ask if he has something in his teeth. If you place a hand on his, he'll simply ask if your hands are cold. Afterward, he'll take your hand in both of his to warm it up. All with a ridiculous smirk on his face. It takes everything he has not to chuckle when he sees how red your face gets. Is Arthur a gentleman? Yes, absolutely. But that won't stop him from choosing to deliberately mess with you, especially if the two of you already have an established friendship. Hey, Alfred had to get it from somewhere, right?

France

Not only does Francis immediately pick up on what you are doing, but he will do the same back to you. You give him a sweet, longing look? He'll respond with a wink, his gaze flicking between your eyes and lips. You move closer to him? He'll lazily drape an arm around your shoulders. You place a hand on his arm? He'll reach out and grab your hand, possibly even ghosting a faint kiss along your knuckles. Man knows what he's doing. ;) He wants to see how much longer this will go before one of you snaps and begins to passionately make out with the other. Or ask the other out on a date. You know, one or the other. Or perhaps both?

China

He finds it a little silly, to be honest. He'd rather someone skip the frivolities and instead say what they are feeling outright. Yao would likely roll his eyes at such gestures, coming across as bored and aloof—possibly even annoyed. Though the redness on his cheeks says otherwise, betraying any sense of irritation. No, under the surface, he secretly enjoys these little shows of affection. But without being in an established relationship, he's a little uncertain how to respond. Especially if such a scene is being played out in public. In private, however, he may feel more inclined to respond. Giving you a curious glance from the corner of his eye, as though challenging you to move further. At some point, he may finally snap and outright ask you out. How this plays out afterward is up to you.

Germany

Absolute blushing mess. The way you look at him across the room prompts his heart to start hammering in his chest. When the two of you talk later, the way your hand ghosts over his hand or arm leaves him wondering if you're just being quirky or if you're genuinely looking for something more. I mean, he thinks it's flirting. But what if it isn't? Sorry to be potentially boring here, but Ludwig is the kind of man where subtle flirting such as this won't totally work. If anything, the man may come out of the interaction more confused and anxious than ever. If you're interested in this man, you gotta just come right out and say it.

Japan

He won't pick up on it at first, but if you keep at it, he'll eventually tune in to what you're doing. His response would actually be quite similar to Yao's, in that he won't initially respond, especially if it's in public. However, in private, Kiku will be a little more receptive, though a blushing mess all the same. At the end of the day, he's more partial to simply holding hands and nothing more, and he'd try to keep it that way for the time being.

Italy

Feliciano would be fairly quick to pick up on what you're doing. And instead of simply just flirting back, the man will straight up ask you out right there on the spot. While certainly skilled in the art of flirtation, once he gets wind that his beloved little crush may be taking a shine to him, he'd like to expedite the process. "Tell me, bella, would you fancy a date with me? Just the two of us?" He asks as he takes your hand, amber eyes staring straight into yours. And while he doesn't mean to embarrass you, Feliciano can't help but adore the way your face goes red the second he asks this question.

[lirika-hetalia-blog]

Russia General Headcanons please 🙏

1P Russia | Ivan Braginsky | General Headcanons

A/N: English isn't my first language(*ˊ^ˋ*)

Warnings: Ivan is just weird.

He is the kindest character in Hetalia, he wouldn't hurt a fly, but when it comes to hurting the Baltic countries, that's a different story... Don't get me wrong, he just wants to make friends, but he doesn't know how, so he does it... his way. Still, it's perfectly normal for a person to hit their friend with a pipe or force them to do something for themselves against their will, all friends do that, it's normal, or at least that's how Ivan sees friendship, sometimes without even noticing his own cruelty. Oh, how much he wants to make friends, but alas, Vanya doesn't even have anyone he can ask for advice. Of course, it would be logical to turn to his sisters, but... um, it's not as easy as it seems. Ivan doesn't want to get close to Belarus, that is, Natalia, for obvious reasons, and Irina... um, it seems she herself has problems making friends... Apparently, it's a family problem.

Braginsky is one of those people who stand silently on the sidelines in companies and give the impression of being introverts, but if you approach them, they are simply unstoppable! Yes, Ivan is exactly like that. He may seem like an introvert, but that is far from the truth. If you start a conversation with him, he will do most of the talking, which is understandable, as he doesn't communicate with many people, so he has accumulated a lot of topics that he is happy to share. But don't get me wrong, Russia won't blab about everything, of course not! He chooses his words very carefully, so he won't say anything unnecessary, unlike some people (ahem, Alfred). After all, earning Ivan's trust is no easy task, which is why many topics of conversation are off limits.

All people have their bad habits, and Ivan Braginsky is no exception! He has one bad habit that is particularly annoying, namely interrupting and silencing people. He does this constantly, especially if the topic of conversation is not particularly interesting or comfortable for him, but if someone interrupts him, he really doesn't like it! He has been alone for so many years, unable to express himself to anyone, so of course he will be upset if someone interrupts or shuts him up. He will be so upset that he may take out his magic metal pipe of pain,so please don't push him to that point.

Since we've started talking about what Ivan doesn't like, it's worth noting that he can't stand it when people ignore him or pretend he doesn't exist. You could say that for him, this is the ultimate insult and the quickest way to get on the list of “people who don't try to be friends with him,” and unlike Canada, he's not going to put up with it.

Regarding patience, Ivan is not the most patient person: if he wants something, he wants it immediately. However, he is able to control himself when necessary. He does not acknowledge this trait and insists that he is very patient.

He drinks quite a lot and often, which helps him relax a little, especially when his boss is putting pressure on him, but it's not like Ivan has an addiction. Russia's body has become so accustomed to alcohol that it has developed a tolerance. But resistance to alcohol does not mean that it has no effect on him; his behavior when he is drunk is quite... ambivalent. In any case, at least he does not smoke and does not particularly like the smell of cigarettes.

Ivan is starting to get stressed out because of Belarus' behavior... How could he not? It's not particularly pleasant when your sister obsessively tries to force you to marry her. And sometimes his underwear disappears... All this gets on his nerves, but what can he do about it? On the one hand, he doesn't want to have anything to do with her, but on the other hand, he can't lose such a loyal ally, considering the fact that he is practically alone. Ivan doesn't know how to set boundaries without destroying this strong alliance, so he prefers to use passive avoidance tactics. Sometimes strange thoughts creep into his head that he could use her loyalty for his own purposes, but Ivan quickly dismisses them.

Plus, he has mixed feelings when he sees how Lithuania is trying in every way to get closer to Belarus. On the one hand, Ivan is kind of happy if Belarus falls behind him and switches to Lithuania, but nevertheless... he still feels possessive towards her (PLATONICALLY) and towards Ukraine too (PLATONICALLY), since they have been together throughout history... Ivan simply does not like to think that if Lithuania really interests Belarus, she will switch sides to the West and turn against him! He cannot allow that to happen! At least because Belarus is the most loyal person to him... If she leaves him, doesn't that mean he is doomed to remain alone for the rest of his life? These thoughts are depressing...

Therefore, when Lithuania was his subordinate, Ivan himself often interfered in every way possible to prevent Lithuania from going on a date with Belarus and so on. He gave Lithuania more work so that he would not have time for it, or simply dragged him around with him everywhere. In general, he interfered as much as he could, and there is no point in hiding that Ivan even enjoyed it. It is a pity that, in the end, after the collapse of the USSR, Lithuania became free and now Russia cannot control it as before, which is upsetting, but in any case, Ivan himself will make sure that Belarus remains on his side.

He feels bad when he is left all alone at home... that's why he got a cat, so he wouldn't feel so lonely. Ivan had many options for what kind of pet to get, but he chose a cat because, deep down, he is a simple man, and cats radiate warmth. Given his low body temperature, Ivan would be happy to have a warm ball of fur next to him that he could cuddle and pet. That's how he thought. But reality is cruel. Despite the fact that the shelter staff assured Ivan that this was the most affectionate cat in the world, as soon as he brought it home, everything became clear. The cat apparently did not agree with Ivan's plans and was not particularly friendly... To be more precise, it wouldn't come anywhere near Ivan, and if Russia tried to approach it, it would immediately start hissing and run away as far as possible. It was such a disappointment. Animals had never been particularly fond of Ivan because of his sinister aura, and that's why it was so upsetting to realize that even animals didn't want to be friends with him! But despite how aloof this cat is, Ivan can't bring himself to take him back to the shelter. He still doesn't want to stay home alone, and he feels a little awkward doing so. So now Russia lives with a sullen cat who spends all day hiding from his owner.

(Bonus: If Ivan starts dating you and you decide to move in together, he will most likely get rid of the cat, since it was only needed to keep Ivan from feeling lonely at home, and now that you are living with him, the cat is no longer necessary. Although he may keep it if you insist.)

You may ask me, where did Russia-cat go? He's Ivan's pet, right? Not exactly, I would say, to be more precise, he WAS Ivan's pet. Let's just say that one day Russia-cat didn't come home, which was very unusual for him, as he usually always came back after his nightly stroll, but then this happened... At first, Ivan was concerned, but he quickly relaxed. After all, cats are free creatures. If this Russia-cat didn't want to come back today, it would surely return tomorrow. However, Ivan still felt uneasy. Several days passed, and the cat was still nowhere to be found. After three days, Ivan sounded the alarm. He had been walking around the neighborhood looking for his pet, but now he needed to take more serious action. Yes, as you might have guessed, he put up lots of flyers to find his missing pet, but it was all in vain, and several weeks passed. Of course, Ivan was sad, but what could he do... All he could do was hope that Russia-cat was okay and safe... But one day, Ivan was summoned to his boss's office. Apparently, he was to be assigned some task, but what a surprise! Russia-cat was sitting happily on his boss's desk while he was busy with documents. To say that Ivan was surprised would be an understatement, but as soon as joy began to fill his soul, everything fell apart. As it turned out, one of the boss's children had picked up Russia-cat on the street, assuming that since he didn't have a collar, he was homeless and could be kept.(The only reason Vanya didn't put a collar on the cat was that Russia-cat, being incredibly calm, strongly protested against it, which made Ivan give up on the idea.) No matter how hard Ivan tried to explain to his boss that this was some kind of mistake and that Ivan himself was the owner of Russia-cat, it was all in vain. The boss didn't want to upset his children by telling them that their new pet would have to return to its previous owner, and anyway, Russia should obey him, plus it's just a cat, right?

That's how Russia lost his beloved pet. Maybe they see each other sometimes when the boss brings the cat to work for fun, but that doesn't change the sad ending. Russia-cat was the only animal that treated Ivan well, letting him pet him or at least not being afraid of him. But Ivan accepted this. He has no luck with bosses.

He also invites music into his solitude. At first it was unusual, but gradually it became a habit. When he is home alone, he may turn on the television or a video on his laptop, even if he does not intend to watch anything, simply to prevent the house from being quiet. It seems that he is not concerned that this consumes a small amount of energy.

Russia is not at all angry with Ukraine for taking too long to pay its debts; after all, it is its sister. ... Okay, maybe he's a little annoyed by it, but that's all. What upsets him even more is that Ukraine's boss is hindering their communication, but Ivan is very understanding of the fact that Irina wants to make friends in Europe... after all, he wants to make more friends himself. In any case, sooner or later everyone will become Ivan's friends ^J^

Oh, how upset he was when the Baltic states gained independence from him! To be honest, he took it as a betrayal. They had spent so much time together... and, by the way, it was Russia that shared its resources with them and helped them in everything (that's how he sees it), so how could they be so ungrateful? But despite everything, Ivan does not hold a grudge against them, but sincerely believes that the members of the Baltic countries should try harder to befriend him. He is always happy to see them and will definitely welcome them with open arms at the world conference, but for some reason they do not share his joy. I wonder why?

The Cold War was not the most pleasant period in Ivan's life and, perhaps, a time when he was not allowed to breathe easily. Throughout the Cold War, the authorities were very demanding about everything, including Ivan himself, which is why all associations with the Cold War are physically and morally difficult. But it should be noted that there were also pleasant moments. Russia really enjoyed fighting with America for a new “friend.” To be more precise, he felt excited every time there was an opportunity to expand his sphere of influence, ahem, that is, to make friends with someone.Russia was insanely happy when it “befriended” Vietnam and North Korea. These thoughts make it think that maybe it wasn't so bad after all.

And if we look at the present situation, it is obvious that Russia does not recognize its defeat in the space race. He is convinced that the fact that America was the first to land a man on the moon does not mean that it won, and in general, "The Americans did not fly to the moon! They filmed it all in Hollywood!" (lyrics from a Russian song)

Please let me know if there are any errors in this text. ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀა

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[tvarinich]

i don't have a Halloween drawing today, but i have sketchy teen Gilbert in honor of Reformation Day🕯️

in my head he is Lutheran and his lip scar is from that tough period

[aphaestiva]

𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗮𝘀 𝗸ø𝗵𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀 | (pt. 1)

he carries the memory of the little ice age in his bones like a permanent ache. it wasn't just a few cold winters; it was a century-long exhale of frost that froze the sound solid enough to march an army across, that starved his people, that made his harbors scream with grinding pack ice. he developed a deep, personal, and resentful relationship with the cold. it made him practical, yes—building stoves into walls, perfecting the art of the woolen sock—but it also made him strangely sentimental about warmth. a well-banked fire, a steaming bowl of øllebrød, the flush on someone's cheeks after a shot of akvavit—these aren't comforts to him, they are tiny, vital victories against an ancient, cosmic enemy.

his sense of self is inextricably tied to the sound dues. for centuries, he didn't just own the stretch of water between him and sweden; he owned the concept of passage. every dutch merchantman, every english trader, every hanseatic cog had to pay him tribute just to exist in that space. it gave him a peculiar, quiet arrogance. he wasn't just a nation; he was a tollbooth on the artery of northern european commerce. he loved the ledgers, the tariffs, the neat, incontrovertible power of it. losing it in the 19th century wasn't just a financial blow; it was an identity crisis. who was he if he wasn't the keeper of the gate?

he has a deep and abiding love for the dannebrog that borders on the mystical. the story of it falling from the sky at lyndanisse isn't just a cute legend to him; it's a core truth. he believes, in a way he can't articulate, that the red and white cross is a divine receipt, a mark of heavenly favor. he folds the flag with a ritualistic care no one else understands. he finds its simple geometry profoundly beautiful—a stark, clean design against the complicated, messy heraldry of the continent. it is his one truly sacred object.

he has a secret, deeply romantic passion for astronomy. tycho brahe wasn't just some oddball with a metal nose to him; he was a national hero. denmark loved that brahe built his wonder, uraniborg, on an island given to him by the crown. it appealed to his sense of patronage, of fostering brilliant, difficult things in his own backyard. he can still point out constellations with an old sailor's accuracy, and he feels a kinship with the cold, clear, objective beauty of the stars—a beauty untainted by the messy politics of the earth below.

his humor is bone-dry, situational, and often goes unnoticed. it's not in the punchline; it's in the setup. it's in offering a visiting diplomat a glass of gammel dansk bitters and watching without expression as they try not to gag. it's in giving incredibly detailed, technically correct directions that lead someone in a perfect, pointless circle. he doesn't smile when he does it. the twinkle is entirely in his pale, watchful eyes.

he is, at his core, an introvert forced by geography to be an extrovert. he craves silence, the kind only found in a fog-bound heath or the vast, empty nave of a cathedral. large social gatherings exhaust him. he prefers conversations preferably over a shared task—mending nets, building a bookcase, brewing beer, or over a long dinner.

he is a better listener than anyone gives him credit for. he stands at the crossroads of the north sea and the baltic, and for centuries, everyone has talked at him—pleading, threatening, negotiating. he has learned the art of the neutral expression, the non-committal grunt. he hears everything. he files it all away. and when he finally does speak, his words are few, precise, and often devastatingly to the point. he is not slow. he is patient. and in a world that values noise, his patience is the sharpest weapon he has.

he remembers the viking age not as a time of glorious raids, but as a period of relentless, pragmatic expansion driven by necessity. the cold was coming, the land was tough, and sometimes you had to go out and find what you needed. he doesn't romanticize the longships; he respects their engineering—the shallow draft for river raids, the sturdy construction for open ocean. he can still, if pressed, tie a knot in a way that hasn't been used for eight hundred years.

the kalmar union was, for him, a fascinating and frustrating administrative experiment. ruling sweden was like trying to herd cats made of granite and pride. he found their stubbornness admirable, even as it infuriated him. the union's collapse wasn't a surprise; it was the inevitable outcome of trying to force three distinct, wild spirits into one tidy ledger. he kept the ledgers, though. he has boxes of meticulously kept records from that time, a testament to his belief that even failed empires deserve proper accounting.

the danish golden age in the 19th century wasn't, for him, a period of artistic flourish. it was a desperate, beautiful search for a new identity after the disasters of war and the loss of norway. he watched hans christian andersen not as a writer of fairy tales, but as a man stitching the nation's soul back together with stories of resilience and transformation. 

he carries a deep-seated melancholy, a hjemve (home-sickness) for a home that no longer exists—the greater denmark of the sound dues, the united north with norway, the world before the fires and the bombs. it doesn't cripple him; it simply shades his view, like a permanent, soft northern light.

he is, at his core, an empiricist. he trusts what he can measure, weigh, and record. he is skeptical of ideology, of grand narratives, of anything that cannot be substantiated with evidence. this makes him seem slow to change, even conservative. but it's not resistance; it's caution. he needs to see the data, to understand the mechanism, to be sure the new way won't collapse under the weight of reality. once convinced, however, his commitment is total and unyielding.

he has a peculiar intimacy with the sea, different from a mediterranean nation's sun-drenched romance. his relationship with the north sea and the baltic is one of mutual respect between two formidable, taciturn forces. he knows the sea's many moods—its sullen grey calms, its sudden, murderous rages. he can smell a shift in the wind hours before a storm. he doesn't love the sea; he understands it, and in that understanding, there is a bond deeper than affection.

he has a dry, understated wit that often manifests as a single, perfectly timed observation. he doesn't tell jokes; he points out the inherent absurdity of a situation with one laconic phrase. you might be complaining about some modern inconvenience, and he'll simply say, "well, at least the plague isn't back," and take a sip of his coffee. tw - violence, fascism (mentions of the danish resistance, violence) under the cut

the shock of the besættelsen (occupation) in 1940 didn't paralyze him; it turned him to a cold, clear fury. the humiliation of surrender was a personal brand. he watched the first german soldiers march down his streets not with despair, but with the focused intensity of a man reading an opponent's every move, already looking for the first crack.

he was a master of passiv modstand (passive resistance) and malicious compliance. he put up german signage—with subtle, mocking spelling errors. he "misplaced" shipment orders. he gave "incorrect" train timetables.

his greatest act was the redningen af de danske jøder (rescue of the danish jews) in 1943. he saw it as a simple matter of logistics. he was the network. he used his knowledge of every coastal path, every fishing village, every captain who could be trusted with a look. he stood on the docks in the freezing night, a shadow among shadows, counting heads, calming children. his voice was low: "hurtigt nu. stille. båden venter." when the last boat vanished into the fog, he felt the grim satisfaction of having outsmarted the system.

he carried a straight razor, not a gun. he used it once, in a darkened warehouse near the freeport. a german officer had gotten too close to a cell. there was no struggle. just a swift movement from the shadows, a hand over a mouth, and the efficient, terrible work of the blade. he felt no thrill, no remorse. only the cold calculus of a necessary subtraction. he cleaned the razor meticulously afterwards, his hands perfectly steady.

when liberation came in may 1945, he didn't run into the streets cheering. he stood on his balcony, watching the british planes and the celebrating crowds. he lit a cigar he'd been saving for five years. the smoke curled up. he felt not jubilation, but a profound, weary relief. the cold, blue fire that had burned in him for five years finally guttered out, leaving behind only ash, resolve, and the immutable understanding that his quiet world could be shattered in a day, and that it was the duty of the quiet to put it back together, piece by careful piece.

[worldheadcanons]

☆ nsfw japan headcanons!

requested by anon! gender neutral reader. starring . . . japan. warning for nsfw including various kinks. fandom masterlist found here.

🇯🇵 . . . author notes: short nsfw headcanon piece for anon :) i think he’d be into pegging, too, but i didn’t know how to fit that into here.

kiku honda!

— it takes him a bit of time to feel comfortable enough to get intimate. every ‘freaky’ or taboo aspect of his sex life is revealed over a course of months, really, which means that you’re always learning new things about him sexually. he gets embarrassed easily, not in the moment but afterwards. honda also becomes especially apologetic if you two try out something at his request and you end up not liking it, so be gentle when letting him know.

— that aside… he definitely shaves down there to keep things nice and neat for you. he’s too shy to ask what you think, so he sort of toys around with different levels of hairiness until he figures out what works best. it’s funny, though, because he’s too embarrassed to ask you what you think but he’s not embarrassed when it comes to asking his buddy, alfred, what his opinion on the matter is.

— he’s pretty much average when it comes to sizing, but his tip is so cute. it’s the perfect shade of pink, one that seems to naturally call to you. it’s the type of pink coquette girls go crazy over; a cute, playful color. his dick is the kind that just begs to be sucked more than fucked. he's not particularly veiny, but he does have two or three veins running down the sides of his shaft.

— kiku doesn’t jerk off too often but he’s incredibly passionate when he does. his eyes will be screwed shut, his bottom lip quivering as he pumps himself. just the thought of you has got him weak. his cock twitches, his breathing heavy. he may even work up a sweat. it might as well be exercise for his hand. he works himself well, imagining that his hand is yours. hopefully, one day, it will be.

— honda is into roleplay, obviously. he’d love a good sexy fantasy roleplay. i don’t necessarily think he’d be into the whole maid thing, however.

— he’s not necessarily a porn addict but he knows his way around the bedroom to a degree one wouldn’t expect. he’s quiet but (politely) freaky. at random times, he’ll bring up new, wild sexual ideas. one night, he may ask if you’re interested in crossdressing. the next, kiku might ask about using ropes, cuffs, or a blindfold. and even still, there’s more — degradation, wax-play, collars, praise, hair pulling, dom/sub dynamics, vibrators, overstimulation, edging, etc etc. i imagine he gets really intense during sex, too. the aftercare is a lot calmer and closer to his ‘normal’ personality. but during sex, he can be perverse and (if called for) cruel.

— he likes edging and will either edge you to the point of tears or keep making you orgasm over and over and over again. control over you feels too good; he can’t help himself, especially when you start whimpering and shaking, desperately clawing at his back or the sheets of the bed. he doesn’t like quickies because they’re far too short for him to edge or overstimulate you.

[rogues-headcanons]

Germany is afraid of Canada, and Russia is afraid of Finland.

[hetalian-veteran]

Hetalia Characters at Disneyland

I recently went to Disneyland with my family, and as a result, a whole list of headcanons has been born.

Italy: Seeks out every thrill ride and has an absolute blast. And yet, he is still terrified of the Haunted Mansion.

Romano: Stays at the Mint Julip bar the whole time. Can't be bothered with Disney.

Spain: Proceeds to lecture the guy at the churro cart about the proper way to make churros.

Germany: Goes to Fantasyland, has an okay time, and takes the shuttle back to the hotel by noon.

Prussia: "GUYS THE WAIT FOR RISE OF THE RESISTANCE AT GALAXY'S EDGE IS ONLY 30 MINUTES LET'S GO!!!!!!!!"

France: Checks out all the cute little shops in New Orleans Square. It took him a while to warm up to Disney after a park opened in Paris, but he's okay now.

England: Goes on Pirates of the Caribbean multiple times in a row. He finds the ride both parts fun and amusing.

America: Off the walls excited! Tells everyone about the history of Disneyland, what Walt Disney was like (he 100% knew him, you cannot convince me otherwise) and insists that Frontierland is the best area at Disneyland (though New Orleans Square and Galaxy's Edge are close seconds).

China: "My park in Shanghai is better."

Japan: "The audio animatronics in my parks are better." Nevertheless, he still has a good time just exploring everything there is to see.

Russia: Takes a seat on the Disneyland Railroad and just rides around the park all day long. May occasionally need to go out to get food. Probably takes a nap.

Canada: Loves New Orleans Square and gets into a heated debate with America about which land is better.

Hungary: Wants to take pictures with all of the characters. Also fawns over all the cute merch.

Austria: Budgeted for the entire trip and ended up spending more than initially planned.

Switzerland: Budgeted for the entire trip and ended up spending less than initially planned.

Liechtenstein: Adores Fantasyland and, surprisingly enough, Tomorrowland as well.

And EVERYONE is disturbed by Small World. (Except Liechtenstein).

[hetalia-headcanons-aph-hws]

England headcanons!

-England calls almost everyone by a term of endearment. Love, dear, darling. In most cases, it's sarcastic. However, if he really doesn't like someone, they're getting a 'lad' or 'lass'. If you get a 'boy', you fucked up.

-he's incredibly blunt. He physically can't sugarcoat anything. If you're being an absolute piece of shit, he's gonna let you know. He's very self righteous.

-the only way this man knows how to comfort people is through making tea. Someone's upset? Tea. Someone's feeling a bit under the weather? Tea. Someone just broke their leg?... Tea.

-he has almost super vision when it comes to seeing through bullshit. Especially with the Hetateens. Nothing gets passed him. It's not even just with Hong Kong either.

-if you want to get on his good side, compliment his cooking. It's that simple. If you like his cooking, he will probably die for you.