[originally posted: 11.14.2025]
So it's been a minute, but I'm very excited to announce: I'm reopening my roleplay requests!
Right now I'm really looking for hetalia, but I'm also down to write some Hazbin Hotel, and occasionally Helluva Boss as well. (I'm not caught up on season two of HH- no spoilers please)
My schedule is finally somewhat regulated again- I own my own dog grooming salon, so I have a lot of freedom with when and how I work. I'm also in the EST timezone for reference.
Other important information:
- I am 24, I will not ever write with anyone under 18.
- I will not ever write canon, at least for Hetalia. Hazbin and Helluva are different stories, but I digress
- I am extremely selective with OCs, and will need a full character sheet, and potentially some excerpts from other writings to consider them.
My roleplay information can be found here. There is a character slideshow with a few links in the beginning, not all of my characters are completely finished, but it's a work in progress. Ask any questions as you have them :)
What I'm looking for:
- Ships don't necessarily matter to me, I'm open to working with anything so long as there can be a connection between the characters. I've written quite a few rare pairs, and I'm more than happy to make anything work.
- Royalty AUs
- Fantasy AUs
- Western AUs
- Hockey AUs
I'm really down for just about anything, but feel free to reach out here, or send me an add on discord, username is the same as here.
Maybe it shouldn't surprise him that Ludwig had actively read Ibsen's works - after all a lot of Norwegian artist had made their way to Berlin, Christiania Oslo too poor and uninterested in them due to the lack of money, of stages, of colour. Kjetil wished to change this, bit by bit, but the way to this goal was long. At least he had his nordlys back, shining in both the sky over his fjords and in the irises of his oceanblue eyes.
And maybe he shouldn't find the blush on his face as enticing as he did, because it caused him to take a short step towards him, reducing their distance by quite a bit. The smile on his lips felt so real to Kjetil, felt so right - as did the short kiss he pressed to the blushed cheek before turning towards the railing again, a soft laughter in his heart.
Another rarepair I got commissioned by talented Vy Bói, inspired by that little roleplay I have with a lovely mutual from here ♡
This is the shipping between me and Germany, yes? I think shipping is meaning like wanting them to date? I think it is nice! I like Germany a lot! I like all of my friends! I do not know if Germany would like to be dating me, though... I am not sure why anyone would want to date me. I would date anyone really! I have never dated before, but it sounds really nice!^^
🩵Hello I’m a 21+ roleplayer specifically looking to roleplay Hetalia UsUk. I know, crazy notion in 2025, but I love them and miss them dearly. 🥺
I’m looking for rp partners who are at least 18+ (if not also 21+) to play Alfred to my Arthur in a longterm roleplay. I prefer semi lit/literate style, but don’t have a hard preference for word count or paragraph number. I really enjoy writing and will probably write a lot if I’m inspired and hope for someone who can do the same. I also work full time and can’t promise to reply every single day so someone who is patient would be lovely!
I prefer to roleplay in AU settings with some of my favourites being supernatural/fantasy (specifically Vampire!Arthur x Werewolf/Hunter/Human!Alfred), childhood friends/sweethearts, soulmates, omegaverse, cardverse/royalty, pirates, and school. I also love combining different AUs and expanding on plots that way!
Also generally I just love the Allies and also ship RoChu and Franada, so if we wanted to include those ships that would be nice, but absolutely isn’t at all necessary! I also just enjoy them all being buddies if the plot allows.
I’m fine with smut as long as it flows with the plot we have established. I do not roleplay dubcon/noncon, major character illness/death, or generally anything that would require the dead dove tag. Sorry! However I do love a bit of angst and some emotional ups and downs in a story as long as it isn’t distressing. (I roleplay to have fun not an existential crisis, yeah?)
I prefer to roleplay mainly over discord, but sometimes do email. If interested like or reply to this post and I’ll reach out!🩵
Honestly really wish someone is in the mood for roleplay. Pls message me.
I'd love roleplaying Hetalia.
I do most things but prefer historical roleplay and love to play Prussia. A very historical variant. I do most other nations and most ships. Or just casual roleplays with no ship.
I write in a novel-style ish and even tho I struggle writing long paragraphs I'm trying to do so.
Hey everyone! I’m Kat, I’m 25 years old, and I’m looking for some fresh hetalia rps :)
So I’ve been on and off roleplaying in this fandom for about a decade and at this point, I’d say my style is advanced literate, but I mostly just match my partner and work with what I’m given.
I’ve basically specialised in writing female/nyo characters, the ones I’m most comfortable with at the time are Nyo Austria, Nyo South Italy, Nyo England, and Nyo Norway. I can do mxf and fxf ships, I’ve also discovered a love for poly ships and love triangles and such, and I also don’t mind adding side characters/ships. I’m also totally down to write smut but of course it’s not a requirement.* As for specific ships, I’m also open to pretty much all suggestions! Same goes for plots, I love simply silly fluffy ones as much as angsty historical AUs amd anything in between. If you are at all interested in a rp with any of these characters just hit me up, doesn’t matter if you have a specific idea or want to brainstorm.
*Either way, I’m only looking for roleplays with adults. Please don’t reach out if you are under the age of 18, I will ask! Also, I’m not looking for rps with OCs. Nyo characters or 2ps are fine of course.
Anyway, that’s all, please reach out if you’re at all interested, finding rps in this fandom has always been hard when you’re writing the girlies ^^ You can message me, or just like the post if you’re shy.
Looking to get back into Roleplaying. Idk why but my hetalia hyper fixation has reared its head after a few years. I’m fairly experienced at roleplaying England. Pretty biased USUK shipper, but really down for any UK paring. I love multi-paragraph/novella length. But a paragraph or two is fine too hahah. Slow burn, dash of angst, pining, etc are what I love. Smut ok but like I said, slow burn teehee. I am in my mid 20s so please please please no minors. Feel free to message me!
If you are interested in a roleplay, please feel free to like the post or DM me!
Looking for: Italy, Southern Italy, Canada, 2p! Canada, Austria, Nyo! Hungary, England, America, Denmark, Spain, Scotland or France. Others may be considered and I am open for polyships.
TW: Cancer, Death, Medical, Grieving
When Ludwig was diagnosed with Cancer, no one expected him to not make a full recovery. He was young, healthy, and in shape. The diagnosis was not an early one, but it should have been something he could come back from. It had not been too late, but second stage cancer. Even the doctors that they spoke with were sure that Ludwig would easily make a full recovery with very little issue and aggressive treatments.
And yet…there Julchen sat at his freshly buried grave, left alone by the person that she cared for most.
She was there when he was diagnosed, when he started and at every treatment for chemo and radiation. She watched her brother as he changed from a strong, healthy young man to a thin, gaunt, shell of who he used to be. The change was gradual too. Coughing, nose bleeds, lack of energy at first, then one day he fully collapsed at work and was put on long term leave from his job. He was always tired, struggled to keep his food down, and he was not the person he once was all that time ago.
A little under three years into treatment and Ludwig had finally had enough of all the poking, prodding, and treatments. He had accepted that there was no saving him, that he was dying and there was nothing they could do but prolong his suffering further. He opted to stop the treatments much to Julchen’s dismay. The woman wanted her brother to continue fighting but was forced to accept that the gaunt individual was tired and he was ready to let go. He lasted another eight months, and she was there when he was put into hospice and finally, there when he took his last breath.
When his heart monitor was flatline, Julchen screamed and cried. She demanded for him to wake up, demanded for them to resuscitate her brother but he had signed a do not resuscitate order so they could not. Eventually the woman had to be pulled from her brother’s still warm body as he was removed so that his body could be properly readied for burial. When everyone left and the equipment was collected, the Prussian sat in her now empty home with a blank stare. She had spent the last three years caring for her brother, hand and foot. There were no friends, no social circle, no lines of support. Their parents died when he was a teen and she was twenty, leaving her to take care of him until he went off to college and started working. She had never truly known a life without the man in it.
Now that Julchen sat at his grave, the woman felt…empty. Her chest ached, but she could not feel the tears burning her cheeks. She could not feel the cold against her skin, the rain soaking her, nor anything else but the pain of his passing. The woman collapsed into the now muddied soil, quietly sobbing into the ground. There was no way Ludwig could be gone. He was so young and healthy. He was too good, why was it not her? It should have been her. He had far too much left to experience and do for him to be gone.
Who knew how long she had been there, laying on the grave site as she sobbed. She sobbed until there were no more tears, then she sobbed some more. She was absolutely soaked to the bone, cold, and mud. Julchen was unaware of anything going on behind her, the blind woman’s blank stare directed at her brother’s headstone, leaving her vulnerable and alone as no one else had come to his burial.
