#hetalia headcanons

[makwandis]

19th century. Gilbert is on so much cocaine. when he gets custody of Ludwig everyone on the continent is CONCERNED. Roderich tries to start a coalition of nation child welfare, no one takes him seriously because he used to bring Ludwig to meetings and when the baby cried he’d give him a lot of wine to silence him

[asknordicsisterluka]

Once Luka hit age 19 she started going to Iceland every early August with her Uncle Iceland to gently toss lost and light disoriented pufflings aka baby puffins off cliffs. This helps the pufflings get the wind in their wings and find their way back to the sea. This is a puffling rescue mission during puffling season

[forkbirtuna]

I headcanon that most of the hetalia cast has somewhat yellowed teeth

[gunzinside0slo]

✧ Express Yourself, Don’t Repress Yourself

... ᴏᴜᴛʟɪɴᴇ: NSFW, Norway x afab!reader.

... ᴄʜᴀʀs: Lukas Bondevik (Norway).

... ᴡ/ᴄ: NSFW; dumbfication, really messy sexual actions, heavy description of sexual actions.

... ɴᴏᴛᴇs: I decided to try something new with the layout. I really love Norway so I decided to test this out with him and i personally think he’d love it because that’s my man right there. This was a lot more exploratory than i thought it would be but it’s Norway so we ok. Sorry if it’s OoC, I try my hardest to make sure it’s in character. Also I plan on writing fluff and angst for the next few days so nsfw asks will be put on hold. (Yes the title is from the song human nature.)

“Don’t tell me you’re tapping out now?”

You wanted to—you really wanted to; each contact of your cunt met with his waist sent pain and arousal rushing to your core. By this time, your straddling had slowed down heavily and the brazen claims you had made to Norway were finally crumbling down to a pathetic excuse to have sex with him.

You were doing so good with pacing and control as you sat on top of him, but Norway—having been through so much rigor throughout his entire span of his history—outnumbered you by forcing you to go faster, lowering your stamina without even realize it. Now, he saw your feeble, rude attitude set to something docile and passive. Everything felt like it was spinning and as your eyes trail from your legs covering his waist, to his chest then all the way up to his face.

His face, the expression on his face was blank. His cheeks were filled with redness but, he looked so unamused, not entertained by your suffering. He was breathing heavy and a whine or two was on the verge of eruption but there was nothing in those eyes as he stared at you, nothing that you could identify at least.

“I’m not—I’m…” you tried to respond in hopes of an emotion sparking something new, but all he did was tilt his head to the side.

Was he seriously this uninterested?

Your ego and confidence, it’s never deflated like this before. The man you loved so much, couldn’t care less about sharing such an intimate moment with you and even as he pulsed inside, veins aching softly as your slick muffled any sensation as you sat idly, he didn’t seem impressed.

“Do you want us to…” Your voice cracked. As much as you didn’t want to admit it—you wanted to cry, shed tears, for maybe if you did, then he’d finally show some arousal.

“Do you want to?” His voice came out blank.

“No! I can—“ you huffed out. “I can do this.”

Norway’s brows furrowed as you persisted. Your arms wrapped around his neck, you leaned into him trying to get some leverage before you continue. In response, his hands moved from your hips to your back.

Even though you couldn’t see it, you felt his eyes peering on your head as you buried it into his neck.

“Your sense of entitlement was just a way to get me to be sensual, ja?” His grip tightened on your back and soon you felt his waist buck upwards slowly. A whine exited from your throat as he began to glide upward into you, the soaking of your slick spilling onto his lap as his cock disappeared then reappeared from your heat.

You opened your mouth to say something to him, only to be silenced once more by the sudden snapping pace he exerted—slapping against your cunt and echoing around the room. His groaned were drowned out by your mind but still, you heard them regardless and just like always: they were one of the alluring things about him, his voice. It was soothing to hear when he talked normally like earlier, but so attractive to hear when he was under sexual tension like this.

Your arms embraced him more firmly, your own throat cracking with each snap and plunge. His nut, seeping out and merging with your slick from previous rounds that same session—it only made things messier for both of your lower regions, crawling down your upper leg and slightly splattering onto his own. This was what you wanted from him—it would’ve been a lot more easier if you had just told Norway about how you wanted sex with him to go.

“You like that, don’t you?” he breathed out. “See how easy it is to—to just tell me what you want?”

A shaky exhale escaped your lips, all your previous bravado entirely gone and the moment was taken from control by Norway. His hands slid down to grasp the underside of your thighs, adjusting your angle to take him deeper. He held you completely still—you could feel him pulsing heavily inside your core like before, making you ache for the movement to return.

"Next time, just ask," he muttered. Though his expression still remained entirely blank, his chest was heaving violently against yours.

“Don’t just stop, I want—“ you slurred words mummered from your lips, your mind clearly at a daze and unfocused. Only focusing on the sweet sensation of him.

The sentence that was about to exit your mouth was cut off again as Norway moved his hands from your hips to your head, pushing it off his shoulders so you could meet his eyes again.

As you open your own, your vision was blurry from the tearing up due to the abrupt change in pace and pure arousal from him finally moving. You could read his face now, that once bored and jaded expression was now that of satisfaction and smugness. You wanted to punch him, you wanted to hurt him, but with him having you all weak and docile like this—on the verge of tears, saliva seeping out the corner of your mouth and your pitiful, flushed heavy breathing—you’d look way too stupid if you fought Norway.

Before you could recover and blink the tears away, his fingers tangled firmly in your hair, tilting your head towards him as he pulled your lips against his. His tongue slid past your parted lips immediately, merging saliva with your own for the first time since the session began. You tasted hints of sweetness and peppermint merging with your own blank tastes.

The slow and messy gliding of your lower halves was mirrored by the heavy pooling of saliva between your lips, with spit sliding down the corners of both of your mouthes—he finally pulled back just an inch to look at you. His breath hitched against your wet lips, while his own curled into a faint smile.

“That’s it—look at you. So quiet now, so gorgeous.” he murmured, running gentle circles into your back. His back slouched slightly on the bed board, the posture of his body resulting him to look up at you. “Nå, fortell meg det ordentlig.”

“What do you really want from me?”

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[goldammerchen]

If you take Heta too seriously, you can think that Humans wouldn't let strange immortal anomalies to be free, but they definitely are (they aren't even a secret, at least not in current day?). Hetalia's world is crazier, whimsier, and probably somewhat gentler... Sometimes (someone had to stop a tank with his body). Well, I think that potential harm from humans is balanced with humans caring for them, or at the very least ignoring them, leaving them alone. Here is something else that could protect heta-people from harm (that's neither superstition, because I mean, hurting your country that's also probably a tuteraly deity would probably bring misfortune, nor the public wanting to know them as celebrities so they can't be away for too long w/o people asking about them): they are simply too dangerous. Too strong, or too clever; too magical, too crazy. Or more than one.

[goldammerchen]

In their war memories, nation-people seeing the enemy soldiers (or at least the ones closer) have their enemy country's face, even if in reality that enemy didn't touch a hair of theirs, or themselves or the enemy weren't present: their people's memories are also in some ways their own memories. The collective memory.

[asknordicsisterluka]

Does Uncle Denmark have a high or low pain tolerance

Yes

No

Voting ended onAug 7

[apollo-soyuz1975]

I've been listening to AJR again and I remember you mentioned in... I've been so good, still I'm stressed out some of the AJR songs that fit Alfred. Here's another! I dunno if I missed it out somehow in the playlist but from my last check I haven't seen it lol Anyways, Yes I'm A Mess. THE PERFECT SONG FOR ALFRED, it legit describes him so well and I'm honestly so annoyed i've never thought of it before- (The rest is described in the usual animation style I think of when I hear the songs lol though most is self explanatory at some point lol, ig it's how I'd imagine using ur fics + this song to make an animatic [not that I can make one]) I leave my house at 3 o' clock With two hundred texts and two missed calls Guess all of the friends that I pissed off All talked (Time would be around the start of the new term and him being exhausted as hell because the president is being idiotic and doing things like the tariffs which pisses every nation save for Ivan and Matthew--hence the 2 missed calls--)

And I took a job for just July But feels like I might be here for life Yeah, I'm in it now, I'm in it now Could I start again, somehow? (July doesn't quite work after I double checked when the Shutdown happened but never mind that, this part would basically have the sequence of Alfred pushing himself to help around as many departments as he can [detailed in the fic I wish I was dead sometimes so I wouldn't have to check my phone] and the line 'I'm in it now, I'm in it now" showcases how he can't pull himself out even if [subconsciously] he knows it's really bad for his health)

Yes, I'm a mess with an S on my chest Got stress filling up my head So I spent last night blowing up my life Now you won't see me again (Basically the description for Alfred's "lovely" habits and the unintended un-aliving he did in I wish I was dead sometimes so I wouldn't have to check my phone plus Need a 911, Can you patch the Line?)

Cheers to the front and cheers to the back And cheers to the 2010s I could hate my guts when the sun comes up But I like myself like this I like myself like this (Idk how this fits in the fics but it's more of him screaming and yelling at conferences trying to act fine when in reality he's not and "I could hate my guts when the sun comes up" is how I'd imagine him getting home and he passes a mirror and takes a look before feeling self-deprecating towards his [thinning] body. Not to mention how "But I like myself like this. I like myself like this" is also how I think he subconsciously/consciously is "okay" with his eating disorder. He's like: Ohhhh everything's peachy trust)

Why should I fix the shit I've done When I could just pack my shit and run? Delete every number from my phone So long (AHHHHH THIS FITS PERFECTLY WITH I wish I was dead sometimes so I wouldn't have to check my phone because he's basically running away isn't he? And this also fits for all the times he's hidden away in the bathroom and SH-ed. "Delete every number from my phone" is so funny cause Alfred does delete every number from his phone by practically smashing it to dust [ouch])

Yeah, I'll get new shirts 'cause mine all stink And I'll tell my boss what I really think Yeah, I'm in it now, I'm in it now Could I start again, somehow? (Alfred's inner thoughts but we all know he ain't gonna do any of this. Although I cld imagine for a "Happier" version is him going to shop after his laundry piles up and he has no energy and then he sees people handing posters out about a protest which he joins [correct me if I'm wrong but I think he went to one right?])

Yes, I'm a mess with an S on my chest Got stress filling up my head So I spent last night blowing up my life Now you won't see me again

Cheers to the front and cheers to the back And cheers to the 2010s I could hate my guts when the sun comes up But I like myself like this I like myself like this

Yes, I'm a mess with an S on my chest So I spent last night blowing up my life Now you won't see me again

Yes, I'm a mess with an S on my chest I could hate my guts when the sun comes up But I guess that's what this is I like myself like this

I could hate my guts when the sun comes up But I like myself like this (This last bit is the part when the audio slows down like crazy is how I'd end off an animatic with him drowning in I wish I was dead sometimes so I wouldn't have to check my phone and then there's this whistle note in the audio so maybe it would be like his "last breath" per say before getting saved) Sorry for it being so long it's just been in my head for too long and now I'm gg crazy ahahahhahaha I HOPE YOU LIKE IT <3

YAY MORE LYRICAL ANALYSIS!!!!!!!!! No worries about this sorta stuff being too long, I love reading it! I didn't have this one on my playlist yet!

The fact that the numbers almost line up perfectly even in the first stanza (side note: I memorized the countries via the 220+ Countries and Territories game on Seterra, which I mention because in the middle of this I ran over to see how much I remembered) is awesome.

July wouldn't work for the shutdown, but it would work for the events in D.C. in July, that being the 250th anniversary (you can also include FIFA too, though that was more around the country). It did involve a number of agencies and departments to bring that together, let alone the Freedom 250 bullshit. But you're also right in him running around anyway. Most Nations...don't really do that.

I promise I will give him a bit of a break from his habits and instead shine a spotlight on a different one! Yay!!!! (also fits really well wow).

The 2010's is where a lot of Americans see as the last 'good part' of the 'timeline' we're in. But they're also protected from the harm America has caused. Yes, Obama was much more well spoken and I obviously liked him better, but he did still y'know...there were still wars and a lot of unnecessary dead people by multiple means. Again, still better, so that's what the cheers to the 2010's could be. Him working now could be seen as collective punishment from everything he's done and that he needs to make up for what's happening to his people. It's not his fault who's in office, and yet...

DOES FIT ABSOLUTELY PERFECTLY and also I need to remember that all the numbers were deleted. Which also means no more happy text threads between his old allies to look back on -- both a curse and a blessing.

He was referenced going to one protest, yes. I'm of the headcanon that Nations can't hurt or kill their Bosses, but they're under no obligation to protect them, either. A fact that pains Alfred sometimes.

Love the end bit as well! I don't know why I chose drowning as his go-to right now instead of another method tbh.

As my own bit of analysis, I think the 'S on my chest' could refer to Superman since that's where his logo is and the shape of it. So he's still a hero! And also a big fucking mess.

Thank you again for the ask!!! I've loved getting these two and it makes me happy seeing someone go so in depth with the world I've written.