from an idea i had a while back, i hope you all like it <3
how noisy are they? hetalia edition ♡
tags | smut , nsfw , masturbation , scenario , imagine , headcanons , axis & allies , accent kink , country names used , minors do not interact
author's note* here are my headcanons on what allies/axis sound like!! i'm planning to make another post like this but with the nordics. let me know if you'd like a version of this with the women!! or other select characters! you can read part two here and read part three here !
allies ♡
america has to take several breaths in the middle of jerking himself off. yes, even when it's just him he can tend to get way too excited. edging may not be his strong suit but in the short time he does spend touching himself, he imagines himself in front of someone he finds attractive, waiting for their next command.
has a surprisingly whiny moan, kind of like this.
england can be a little loud at times, other times not so much. mainly when it is not appropriate or acceptable to make such a raucous. as for whoever he's with, he'll also prefer to keep them quiet. (a hand across the mouth, perhaps) he likes to kiss them over and over to quieten his partner. he actually talks a lot during sex, albeit not without some serious stuttering. and though, he is most likely mentally kicking himself for doing so, his partner finds it cute.
when he tries to laugh the nervousness off, he sounds like this.
france likes to talk them through it, or rather, whisper because that is just so much more intimate. he makes sure his lover is comfortable and settled in before anything else happens. he could makeout for hours on end if it were possible—touching them through their clothes until they beg for him to finally start doing everything he told them he wanted to do.
his slow kisses make it feel as though it's been hours, and when he starts up it sounds like this.
canada tends to be grabby when he's with the person he really likes. he tries to at least be subtle in his protectiveness over that one special person. he sucks in a breath when he feels their body on his, desperately rubbing against his to cause some friction. he pulls them in closer, feeling their heat. he praises them, acknowledging the fact that they're not shy.
whenever he praises them, it might sound something like this.
russia seriously fights for his life when it comes to not being loud. he tries to moan as low as possible, which is much easier when he is on top. his voice is deep, and can be very loud when he is moaning. his partner insists that it is not a problem, but he'd truly be upset (and humiliated) if someone outside heard him. he likes to tease with his words, nearly mocking his partner. with a smile on his face, he'll tell them how adorably pathetic they sound for him.
he likes to call them cute nicknames in russian, just like this.
china doesn't care to feed into their accent/language barrier kink. so he tries to teach them chinese instead, even praising them for every word they can pronounce correctly. although, he does still find it sweet how they react whenever he calls them a nickname in his native language. he'd never admit it directly though, opting to call them silly for even liking such a thing. he then proceeds to give them a kiss, telling them to move on to the next part of their lesson.
he's very much a tease!! hoping they don't mind it too much when he sounds like this.
axis ♡
italy does whatever his love asks of him. he figures it'll keep him out of trouble if he does. he likes doing what pleases them. most of the time, anyway. if there is something that's kind of embarrassing for him, he'll whine about for a little bit until his love is able to remind them that he is all theirs and only theirs.
he's very, very cute whenever he sounds like this.
germany will explain everything he is doing or wants to do to his partner right before and as he is doing it. not too strict, but extremely disciplined in how he's working his hands over their body. he is able to coax out these short, low noises from their mouth. his touch makes them squirm, but he immediately holds them still. he's talking them down so they'll relax. giving him the green light to continue to touch them.
he's soft spoken, mostly speaking in german like this.
japan swallows loudly, happily so seeing as their tongue was just inside of his mouth. he kissed them so feverently, leaning forward to deepen it. enjoying the way they licked every part of his mouth. he feels so good it almost makes him dizzy. his partner will have to make sure to give him breaks in between for him to get some air. in the meantime, they put their hand to his chest, feeling his fast heartbeat.
he's cute, but out of shape—therefore not having a lot of stamina. he sounds like this.
prussia usually talks into their neck, or hair, when he's feeling a certain way. one time, his partner even brought it up to him that they can't hear what he's saying when he does that. he just grinned and shrugged. he told them it doesn't matter if they can't understand him, that they probably just like feeling his warm breath on their skin anyway. he talks them through everything, mostly saying vulgar things and praising how well they are taking him.
he can get cocky...but this is what he might sound like.
romano likes to edge his partner because it brings him satisfaction when someone else is feeling the same sexual frustration he often feels. he praises them when they do something he wants them to do and only after they do it. if they happen to touch him in a way he especially he likes, he'll demand they do it over and over. he believes there's nothing wrong with prioritizing himself sometimes.
...surely his partner can understand. he sounds like this.
Hc with China, Japan Spain, Romano, Prussia and Nyo!Belarus with a Ynadere!s/o
Idk my brain has been rotting with it.. Yk... And also bc i would lowkey be one for them-
[Nyo!Belarus on the top, my fav-]
I'm ok, thanks for asking! Ok I'm just going to pick three that I want to write for since you picked too many and this isn't an 'all hetalia' ask.
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Nyo Belarus, Japan & Romano w/ Yandere S/O
🐺 Your behavior seems normal to him (because he's also like that), he doesn't care in the slightest.
🐺 It's a mutual obsession, so you both understand right away that there isn't anything to be jealous about. You still follow each other around, but openly without asking questions.
🐺 Is the relationship healthy? For you two, it probably feels like the healthiest relationship you've had, but from an outsiders prospective, you're both extremely codependent to each other.
🐺 He's not going to correct your behaviors even if your behaviors escalate, but he will keep you from hurting his sister at the bare minimum.
🐺 You're both mostly isolating yourself together after a year together, too distracted by each other to remember others exist outside of direct family.
🐺 You got your little fucked up happily ever after.
🗾 It's like the manga and anime from his pop culture was just training him for you.
🗾 He finds that going outside is an overall negotation with you, where, when, why, you ask a lot of questions everytime, then you seem to linger wherever he ends up going like you're monitoring him. It's a little annoying when he needs to be somewhere early, but it's what he signed up for when he became your partner.
🗾 While he appreciates your 'devotion' to him to some extent, he does set some rules in place so you don't get out of control. No public outburst, no harming other people even if your senses are screaming at you to, and always communicating to him when you feel jealous of someone so he can reassure you nothing's going on.
🗾 He can manage your behaviors until they curve into something manageable with consistent discipline (sort of like training you with a clicker)
🗾 You'll most likely be more emotionally stable within a year because of him, but he's never really going to let his guard down around you just in case you fall back into 'unacceptable behaviors'.
🗾 Once you're stable, he can rebuild your relationship into what he wants it to be.
🍅 You scare the absolute living hell out of him sometimes by popping seemingly out of nowhere just to be where he is.
🍅 He honestly didn't know what he was getting into with you, but now that he's stuck with you, you're a mix of endearing and terrifying for him.
🍅 You most likely didn't show the signs of your obsession with him until later on into the relationship so he was taken aback the first time he catchs you stalking him in the open. He doesn't really take it well, but after a while it feels like having a creepy bodyguard to scare off people he picks a fight with.
🍅 Not to say he thinks negative about your behavior all the time, he actually likes having your full attention all the time, and knowing you get jealous when he's talking to other people does give him some momentary ego boosts before he calms you down. He gets extremely jealous when people flirt with you so you're likely to be more secure and or stable than others.
🍅 He knows very well that a lot of your behaviors aren't normal, and he will talk to you about it. He wants to be around you a lot anyways, he'll just try to keep you on some sort of leash to keep you out of trouble.
🍅 If you escalate into bahaviors that cause others to get hurt, he'd probably panic and make the issues worse.
hii!! i was wondering if you could do alfred f. jones x fem reader going on a fast food/restaurant date and how alfred would act on a date that involves food plss :3
hello!! So, I don't know if you wan Yandere, so I'm just going to do him normal? If you do, you can just add another and I can do one for him Yandere as well!~
𝓐𝓵𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓯 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼
-so, we all know this fatass loves food, especially fast food
-so he'd probably recommend it for ANY date..
-but if you recommend it? He's overjoyed that you also favor fast food, just like him!!
-he'd probably try to be as much of a gentleman as possible, since he knows some semblance of etiquette...
-but he's America..
-He still sucks at it..
-BUT- he'll be on his best behavior and will actually try his best to be listening!
-if this is your first date, he'll be trying to be as perfect as he can.
-I'm talking actually trying to listen and eat in a better manner.
-but if you're already dating...
-that's probably out the window..
-he'll be his usual annoying self, but 'cha still love him!!
-overall he's a lot like he usually is, but it IS still a date, so he tries his best to be more gentlemanly and try to make it romantic.
-mostly because he wants to impress you 😉
THANK YOU FOR THE ASK, I DONT HAVW ANY MORE SO I REALLY WANT NEW ONES AS WELL I LOVE YOU SM THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITEEEE ♥️
canada + sleepy reader
oh, dearest darling, sleep has not been your friend recently, has it?
it has been one of many early mornings, when your bleak, sleepless eyes stared at the damned ceiling for the nth time.
too many thoughts ran in your mind, being about everything your brain could muster up just to keep you awake.
and it succesfully did.
you tossed and turned, not finding space for yourself, blankets not being in the right way; you feeling too cold or too hot, or pyjamas you wore rubbed your skin just in the most irritating fashion possible -- no matter the reason, you could not find solace.
dark bags already formed under your eyes, being prominent, very much seen.
as physical expression of your restless mind, and past sins haunting, justling memories awake.
felt like terrible turn of faith; even like a punishment at times, insomnia even-more-so unbearably difficult.
birds started to gently chirp away, early morning hours approaching you, as they did.
maybe a little walk wouldn't hurt, you thought.
slowly, sleepy mind working not as they should, you slid off the blankets, cringing from at how cold room felt.
drowsily, you moved towards the closet, sliding out one of your worse coats, meant specifically for the 'lunatic' walks, when your mind got the best of your soul.
clumsily putting it on; you checked the keys and phone, heading out after locking the door.
crispy, cold air hit your lungs like a blessing; mind feeling immediately clearer, as you did. heavy sigh escaped your lips; steps echoing on the empty, frozen pavement.
streets were seemingly abanoned, isolated. very few windows glowed at such unholy hour. you were left alone with your own thoughts and realisations, gazing up at the faded sky.
several stars met your vision, cold breath fading out into hues of early sunset, as seemingly you.
there wasn't much thought behind where and why you headed somewhere, yet your mind led you to the familiar doors several blocks away.
your shaky hands carefully knocked on the front door, as if expecting (but not really) some sort of answer.
yet doors opened, familiar string of curls and soft, sleepy expression meeting your view.
'ma chérie [my darling}, you cannot fall asleep…?', mattieu spoke gently, almost whispering.
just a little nod from you; messy hair and dark circles told more than you could muster at the moment.
mattieu wrapped his hand around girl's smaller shoulders, shooing her inside.
it was too cold outside anyways.
familiar canadian tea filled arches of lungs with special kind of warmth, which you could not find anywhere else.
girl took a last sip, placing porcelain cup carefully down on the table, quietly sighing.
it was quite familiar routine, as mattieu was already comfortably laying on the bed; patting the spot nearby him.
and who you were not to join him?
girl scurried quickly under the warm blankets, laying on mattieu's chest, getting comfortable.
boy ran his soft hands through girl's hair, smooching girl's forehead ever-so-gently.
OMG! I WAS LOOKING THROUGH UR BLOG CUZ MY HETALIA PHASE IS BACK AND WAS LIKE "I LOVE THIS WRITER SM WHERE ARE THEY" AND BOOM!
So request, if that's okay, the main 8 with a reader who cries during confrontations and or arguments. An imagine where ofc the main 8 says something hurtful and reader just covers their ears because 1.) Ears do be sensitive and 2.) It causes them to shut down completely
Can we know how they'd handle it plus how it'd go? Ty 💜
hetalia main 8 saying something they regret in an argument
2.8k words ~ gender neutral headcanons
tw: they say hurtful things, and are kind of assholes in general lol
America - Alfred F. Jones
“I’m better than this. Why’d I keep someone as seriously uncool as you around?!”
Even as you immediately begin turning away from him, curling into yourself for comfort, Alfred would be less than sympathetic. If you’d ever doubted how self-centred he could be, this was more than enough evidence to prove it.
“What? What- just- don’t do that! You’re the one who started this!”
It’s unlikely he’d let up even after the tears start. He’s really that callous when he feels hurt. After a few tense minutes of silence broken only by your quiet whimpering, he’d start tearing up too. Not from guilt, seeing how much he hurt you. But instead from how he’s only now realizing he has to put his own feelings aside to take care of yours.
He’d approach you like a rabid animal, a lump stuck in his throat as he tries to say anything to get you talking again.
“Listen, it’s uh- not that serious. I’m sorry, ok? Let’s just… like- do something else?”
His comforting consists mostly of trying to get you out of your own head. Once it’s been long enough that you’re less scared, he’d take your hands away from your ears gently and kiss your cheek. If you’re sensitive to other things, he’d wrap his jacket around your shoulders and turn off the lights until you’re up and talking again.
“See? Not that hard, just like I said. Good job, babe… let’s just keep going like this, yeah?”
Somewhere, past all of the self-absorption and pride, he does have a heart. And that heart will immediately take you out to get ice cream. It’d take him a while to admit fault (and I mean real responsibility, not just his usual “sorry not sorry, move on,” schtick,) but maybe once your tear stains have dried, he’d realize what an ass he’d been.
England - Arthur Kirkland
“G*d, you’re pissing me off already! Just- fuck- get out of here if you hate us so much!”
Like usual. He’s desperate to just leave as soon as there’s conflict. It may be annoying, but at least he’s only doing it because he knows how awful he is when frustrated.
If you don’t take up his offer to abandon the conversation, he will. You’d have to be seriously struggling to keep him with you in that moment.
“Trust me, everything will be much, much worse if I stay…”
He’s always acting like that. It’s like his conscience disappears when he speaks, but only returns when he’s already said the hurtful thing. Never taking responsibility, always panicking and leaving just as your tears start to fall.
But, the more you tell him how much that hurts, the more he might be willing to stay.
It’ll take him a while to be able to choke out a cowardly “sorry,” but at least he’ll stop trying to push you away at every occasion.
“Wait- don’t cry so much love, I’m- I… I didn’t mean it. Ok? Is that better?”
It’s impossible for him to keep arguing once you’re truly upset. Instead, he’ll take you by the hand to the kitchen so he can start making tea for the two of you. In that silence, he encourages you to speak whatever awful thoughts you’re repeating to yourself. He’s just trying to get you in a comfortable environment again at that point.
Quiet affirmations are the only things he’ll bring, looking at you sympathetically and still holding your hand tight while you talk about whatever you want to. Whether that be something completely random, insults towards him, or actual constructive discussion is up to you.
At the end of the night, he’ll apologize. Not well, mind you, but enough to dissuade you from whatever hurt you earlier. All that matters to him is that you don’t go to bed upset.
“I’ll do better next time… or- I mean- I’ll do my best to… not be like that… again. Promise.”
France - Francois Bonnefoy
“But is it that impossible for you to put in some effort? It’s just… embarrassing to be with you right now!”
He’s always been a fighter for sport. When he argues with you, it’s not to prove a point. It’s probably not about anything he actually cares about either. He honestly just does it for fun. To him, arguing is how you really get to know someone.
So when you take his words to heart and, in the worst case, start crying, he just really doesn’t know what to do.
“Merde, darling, you know I wasn’t being serious! Come on now, don’t take it so personally…”
He may grumble about how he didn’t want you to get so upset, but at least he’ll still calm down and quit pushing you. Whatever tension there was before will dissipate as soon as he sighs, making his way over to you and wrapping you in his embrace. Unless that makes you even more uncomfortable, in which case he’ll just grab your favourite blanket and gently drape it over your shoulders.
“I am so sorry I made you so upset, I really didn’t mean it. You’re wonderful to me, always so stunning!”
For as long as you need him to, he’ll apologize over and over again, playing with your hair and wiping away your tears as delicately as he can manage. He may be just as upset as you are when he realizes what he did, but he’s shockingly good at compartmentalizing that when you need support.
But, if you focus too much on how he hurt you, he might start crying too. He can’t help it. Ignore him.
Either way, he’s there to hold you and validate you in whatever you might be feeling at that moment. Be as irrational as you need to be, he understands the urge well. And either way, he’ll just nod along to anything you say and insist it’s everyone else's fault. Including his, unlike basically every other man.
“How can you expect to survive when you hold all of this in? Please, always come to me even with small things, we share everything as lovers, yes? I cannot bear to see you as upset as this…”
China - Yao Wang
“Can’t you act your age? How do you expect anyone to put up with you like this?!”
As soon he says it, he knows that was an awful thing to say. He doesn’t need you to tell him, he can tell just by your expression that it was too far. You didn’t deserve that, he told himself.
But that doesn’t mean his ego is gonna let him give in so easily. Even if he was an ass, he still can’t let himself give up “authority” in a fight.
“Agh- that’s not… its not what I mean to say, alright?! So just… pretend I did not….”
If you quit fighting, instead becoming more upset, he’ll really struggle to calm down instead. Like, yes, he knows he should be trying to make you feel better, but that’s- he just doesn’t want to! He entered this fight with a purpose, and just because you’re crying doesn’t make that purpose any less important!
“Why won’t you argue back?! Aiyah, I knew you were childish but-”
Then he cuts himself off. Does he want to be the bigger person and apologize? No. But will he do it if you stop crying? Yes.
He’ll rest a hand on your arm and suggest in the gentlest voice possible that the two of you should go for a walk. Maybe the fresh air will help both of you clear your heads. He doesn’t know what must’ve happened to him to make him say all of those things either.
“I don’t think those thoughts, tiánxīn. I’m sorry I said it, I was upset but… I still should have known better.”
For as quickly as he’s willing to take responsibility, he’s not as much good at the “getting you out of breakdown” stage. Hopefully, you’ve already communicated with him about that so he knows to stop being so loud and trying to touch you. He’ll do whatever you request of him, but what’s best for you in that moment is probably not his first instinct.
“I’m sorry I was being such a huge ass. I love you, I promise.”
Russia - Ivan Braginsky
“You think you are special? I can beat sense into you just like I can them!”
Good luck getting him to understand that you can’t just threaten people within the next few hours. It will not work. When he’s angry, he really doesn’t care about feelings. Just about getting you to cooperate with whatever he says.
He may usually think of both of you as equals, but when you start seriously challenging his authority while he’s in a bad mood, it’s impossible for him to not be cruel. It’s always just better to leave than let him spiral and hurt both of you in the process
Although, he (obviously) would never actually put his hands on you. He just acts like a big baby and’ll stomp his feet and tell you whatever will get the most reaction out of you.
“Любимый, won’t you come out? I’m very sorry, I promise… can’t we just talk?”
But if you do remove yourself from the situation, he would never chase after you and force you to keep being in that awful environment. He knows better than that at least.
The moment you turn away and refuse to engage with his childishness, he’s already planning how to get you to forgive him. For as callous as it seems, your disapproval hurts him more than anything else. He would come to you on his knees, snivelling and pleading, if that was what he had to do just for you to look at him again
The moment you let him in though, he just rushes over and captures you in his arms. He would dry your tears as gently as he could, treating you like you were made of glass.
“Куколка, куколка, you know I never mean any of that, right? I’m sorry, sorry, please- please, forgive me? If I kiss it better, will you forgive me, любимый?”
He’s so pathetic. Ask anything of him in this state and he’ll do it without hesitation. Unless it’s staying away physically. He’ll be quiet and let you ignore him but don’t try to push him away or he’ll get whiney. If you stress that it isn’t personal enough, maybe he’ll let it go though.
North Italy - Feliciano Vargas
“Why aren’t I good enough? You always abandon me, like- like I’m nothing! Why do you hate me!?”
The moment either of you pick a fight, he’s already sobbing. Sure, he can argue with his brother for hours, but you matter to him in a much more vulnerable way. If you’re at all upset with him, he instantly feels like you don’t like him any more.
But when he feels attacked, he attacks just as much. In his subconscious, it’s always easier to push you away than have you abandon him yourself. That doesn’t result in very productive conversations, though.
“You’re just pretending you love me! You’re a liar, I- I know it!”
When you start crying along with him from all the awful things he’s said, two things can happen.
One, he cries harder, interpreting your hurt feelings as being an admittance to what he accused you of. Why would you be crying if it wasn’t from guilt, and why’d he say that when he so dreaded it being true?!
Or two, you’ll tell him about how truly terrible it feels to have him think those things about you, and he’ll snap out of it. His overwhelming emotions make him incredibly selfish at the moment, so he truly hadn’t considered how you felt from all of that.
Then he immediately lowers his voice, giving you plenty of space until you feel up to talking again.
“Oh… I’m sorry! I didn’t- you wouldn’t do that! I know that, you know that, so just- I’m sorry! Please, forgive me, amore mio dolce!”
He pulls you into a hug immediately, keeping the two of you as close as physically possible as he whispers promise after promise of his love. Until your tears dry, he won’t stop strangling you with unabashed affection, doing anything he can just to get you smiling again.
The feeling of guilt is not something he’s used to. It’s not out of the realm of possibility that he’ll start crying again too.
“If I ever make you feel bad again, please shut me up, please! I can’t take the thought of you so hurt by my words!”
Germany - Ludwig Beilschmidt
“My word should be more than enough for you to shut up already!”
It’s exceedingly rare that he ever loses his temper around you like that. Normally, you’re the one thing that can always calm him down. Just looking at your face makes his chest fill with butterflies, drowning out whatever dark thoughts he’s having.
So, needless to say, he immediately regrets snapping at you. Immediately.
“Wait, no- no, I didn’t mean to say that. I didn’t mean to. It’s not true, just- just stupid, I’m sorry, liebling…”
Whatever you two were arguing about is instantly forgotten as he rushes over to you and takes your face in his hands. It just breaks his heart to see you hurt, much more at his own actions. You don’t have to worry about him taking responsibility, he would never try to dodge the guilt of making you cry.
It’s not the first time he’s lost control, and he knows it’s his fault. But maybe if he takes you in his arms gently enough, rocking you back and forth as you cry into his shoulder, it’ll make it a little easier for you.
But if you just need a silent moment to yourself, that’s perfectly fine too. He’s autistic, so he certainly understands the feeling and will happily provide you with whatever comforting items you request.
“I’m sorry… you didn’t deserve what I said. I love you, please tell me you know that…”
Even if you pretend you weren’t that upset by it, Ludwig wouldn’t let it go like that. If he gets to his breaking point like that, whatever fight you were having is put aside for the night. Now all that matters to him is that the two of you make up and get back into how things were before as soon as possible.
Expect him to be beating himself up for a while though. He just wants you to know how sorry he is, how much he regrets snapping at you, even if it does seem a bit excessive. But he’s just had too many people he cared about leave to not make a whole thing out of it.
Japan - Kiku Honda
“Don’t you have any sense of personal space? You are like- choking me with all of… you! I can’t stand it!”
He’s a logical man. That’s one thing he always tells himself. Never, not even when he’s emotional, does he say things he doesn’t mean. Was the way he said it less than perfect? Yes, of course, he can’t believe he had just acted so impolitely, especially to someone who he cares so much for. But he still… meant what he said.
But, for the first time, as he watches your face break slowly, he’s not so sure of himself. Whether he meant it or not seems suddenly so inconsequential compared to the thought of hurting you. He… upset you? That wasn’t supposed to happen.
“Ah- why are you crying? What is wrong? You… you- it will be… alright, you know? You are ok!”
Wait- no, don’t cry more from that! He has absolutely no idea how to comfort you, but if he really has to, he’ll do his best. Although it’s a little difficult for him to resist drawing your hands away from your ears, he’ll do his best to just let you have your process (no matter what that means for you.)
Before you can even hear him coming closer, you’re suddenly drawn into an intimate hug. His hand drawing your head underneath his and kissing the crown of your head so lovingly, it's almost like another person possessed him as he turns so soft just at the sight of your tears
Would his pride usually reject this? Yes, but, it’s certainly not the first time he’s had to put that aside for you.
He’ll sputter generic apologies, purposefully hiding his grimace as he forces himself to forget about whatever you two were arguing about before. Well, at least for now. Most likely he’ll bring it up not long after, but in a much more… non-confrontational way.
“Let us go do something else instead, hm? You’ll only get more upset like this, and I want that as little as you want it.”
On one hand, he’s a little annoyed he had to put aside his own gripes to calm you down. But on the other hand, he hates conflict. Anything that gets you guys back to normal is worth it, especially if otherwise you’ll be crying in his arms. That’s his absolute nightmare.
hii, was wondering if you could do Türkiye cuddling headcanons!! Your works are amazing :3
Yes ofc! Thank you sm btw! :3❤️
Türkiye cuddles headcanons!
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• i like to think that he would be a big cuddler after a long exhausting day, or when he’s really stressed out, he would just simply hug you from behind and not let go. No “lets go to bed” or “im tired” he would just simply lead you to the bedroom and toss both of you in the bed. His arms are quite strong and his hands are calloused which would make the whole experience either terrifying or calming, your choice.
• Falls asleep almost instantly when he cuddles you, his chin resting on the crook of your neck, his hands all over your body, you can feel his hips crushing against your backside (GUYS NO HORNY. im still keeping ts family friendly make your own requests). Even better if youre on the chubbier side, he loves all kinds of women so youre in luck. His thighs wrapping around your lower body as he brings you in closer to his eternal embrace, his hand rested around your chest while his other rested on your abdomen, his palms are scorching hot you try to push his hands somewhere else but he instantly brings them back to their original position insisting that “the baby needs to be warm too.”
• you did manage to escape his embrace and tried to sneak away, only for him to abruptly stand behind you ominously. “Where do you think youre going?” He asked in a sleepy tone and before you knew it, he was pulling you back to bed, wasn’t holding your waist but dragging you by your underwear, resulting in a wedgie as he quite litearlly threw you onto the bed with him jumping on you afterwards like a cat. It was extremely claustrophobic but he couldn’t care less, your head rested against his chest and your arms wrapped around him, he hugged you back tightly, not too tight thought because he still wants you to be alive.
• but it was nice in the end, he ended up relaxing as his grip on you loosened and now you can finally be free. You wanted to stay with him though so you rolled around to lean your body against him, he noticed and let you rest as well for a while, it was quite warm and cozy, the evening moonlight crept through the blinds, you could hear cats faintly mewling outside and being fed by Greece afterwards. Turkey, however, began to snore which resulted in you leaving the bedroom, the cats got startled and ran off which annoyed Greece aswell. You ended up sleeping on the couch.
A/N: hii! Im back again, im sorry these keep taking so long but i sorta got my motivation back which means ill do past requests (norway x reader, sweden x reader!) i was more focused on my personal life and all but yeah im back, requests are still open as always!
Girl it has… been awhile since I’ve been in the Hetalia stratosphere. I don’t know when I followed you and put on notifications for your blog but when I got the notification that you were back… a Hetalia blog… in 2026… so close to my birthday. It has to be a sign. I have to come back and read anything I can about this stupid show. You brought my interest back from the head with your return. Thank you my queen~. Anyways, you do reader insert imagines and whatnot right? If so, fuck it we ball, Isekai. How would either the Axis or Allied countries (you decide which one you wanna do) react to a reader being from our world and straight up denying the existence of human countries because like girl that ain’t real, thas an anime. (Yes Isekai plots are cringe but to be cringe is to be free. I’m a baddie now but that middle school girl loves on within me~. Thank you for making her day.)
TO BE CRINGE IS TO BE FREE!!!!!!!
Speaking from personal experience, I think you're a baddie now BECAUSE that middle school girl still lives on within you <3
I'm gonna go ahead and do the axis (plus prussia & s. italy because they belong with this group in my heart <3) writing this was SO FUN. I leaned into the corny campy cringey, which is a bit different from my usual style, so lmk what we think :)
p.s. happy birthday!!!!!!
You know something is wrong before you even open your eyes. As a journalist, you often wake up with an unsettling feeling in your gut.
What could today's story be? Where will I end up? What atrocities will I bear witness to, only to have to keep a straight face?
It's meaningful work—work that you love—but it never quite ceases to be stressful.
However, this feeling of "wrongness" is much different than your usual morning dread.
The dread starts slow—you realize the sunshine is the thing to gently shake you awake, not one of the many brutally obnoxious alarms you set the night before. When you look around your bedroom, everything is familiar, but you can't help but shake the feeling that everything is slightly.....off.
You observe your room with sleepy eyes. The same dresser, the same rug, the same stuffed animal you still sleep with even at your grown age, everything is familiar. And yet—
You startle to the sound of someone pounding on your apartment door hard enough to shake the frame. Your heart hammers in your chest—your neighbors wouldn't ever knock on your door like this unless something was deeply wrong. A fire, maybe? An intruder? Did a neighbor's toilet break the moment they DESPERATELY needed to take a shit? The possibilities are endless. The sinking feeling in your gut feels heavier as the banging continues. 'Damn', you think to yourself, 'The day didn't even give me a CHANCE to try to do my big one."
The knocking continues, faster and more desperate. A voice—a man's voice—calls out from the other side of the door.
“____! Are you awake? You’re going to miss the meeting!”
You look out of your bedroom door and into the rest of your apartment. The hallway leading to the front door looks impossibly long, certainly longer than usual. The voice on the other side of the door does not belong to any of your neighbors or any of your friends. It is tinged with an unplaceable European accent and a cadence that is beyond anything recognizable.
It isn't until you get out of bed that you realize your legs are shaking. With cautious steps, you meander down the hallway, not caring that you are half-naked in your pajamas. Hell, if somebody is going to wake you up THIS aggressively, they better not judge you for the state of your appearance.
As you're walking down the hallway, you start to realize that little things scattered around your apartment are completely unfamiliar. The gallery wall of photos of you with your friends has Polaroids that feature faces you have never seen before. You stop briefly to look at a photo of you standing next to a grouchy, olive-skinned man with bright green eyes. It looks like he is trying hard to fight a smile. In the photo, you have a glass of red wine in your hand—ew, you hate red—which makes you even more confused.
"Who the fuck is that?" you mutter to yourself.
Then you notice that your press badge, which hangs from a hook near the front door, is hanging from a dark green strap. Your badge is navy blue, it has always been navy blue, and you knew it for a fact because you remember a colleague complaining about how he wasn't a "jewel tone kind of guy" and how it never complemented any of his outfits. On the counter, underneath your keys and badge, is a folded piece of paper titled:
PRESS SCHEDULE — WORLD MEETING
You stare at it, eyebrows furrowed. All you can think in this moment is, 'what in the fresh hell is happening?'
You pick up the piece of paper, and it reads—
9:00 A.M. — International World Meeting
Press access begins at 8:30.
Assignment: Cover opening session, interviews to follow.
You read it again.
Then a third time.
“…Girl.”
The person on the other side of the door pounds again, this time accompanied by a loud groan.
“Come on, sleepyhead! Didn't you say you wanted a good seat before America's ass starts bitching and moaning?”
Your entire body goes cold. You are struck with a strange feeling of familiarity for the first time today. The person behind the door has referred to somebody as America, singular.
America.
No.
There is only one universe where somebody would be referred to as America, SINGULAR.
Absolutely not.
There is no fucking way.
So, to test it, you clear your throat and holler back, "Alfred F. Jones will bitch and moan no matter where I am!"
The person behind the door breaks out into a loud cackle so distinctive that, at this point, you can't even deny what is happening to you. You hear "kesesesese!" and your heart plummets again.
"Ooooooh! Full government name first thing in the morning?! You're gonna be fun today!"
You grab your badge and flip it; your photograph stares back at you with your full name printed underneath. You are still you. Your apartment is still your apartment. And beneath that:
INTERNATIONAL CORRESPONDENT.
Your dream job....cute. This is the point where you really start freaking out. You feel so awake and conscious, but could this possibly be a dream? Hetalia is one thing, but your dream job? That is another. So, to prove it to yourself, you slap yourself across the face, quick and hard and impulsive, a loud smack echoing off the walls.
"Did you just hit yourself?" presumably Prussia asks from behind the door.
"Yeah, I'm trying to wake up."
"That slap sounded like you were pretty awake to me! Hey—is somebody in there with you? Ooooooh! Don't tell me it's one of our panelists!"
"No, I'm alone.... I think."
Well, you are certainly awake, or having the strangest hallucinogenic experience of your lifetime. Your eyes dart between the door and the badge, back to the wall full of photos—NO! The grouchy man with the tan skin and green eyes.... does APH South Italy have you drinking red wine in this universe?
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
"That's exactly what I'm thinking! Get moving, beyoch!" the voice calls again, and at this point, all you can think is, "well, time to serve cunt for APH Prussia!"
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When you finally open the door, you find yourself face to face with, yup, as expected, Prussia himself. Your first thought is, "oh, this motherfucker is still alive?", but you don't even dare to think about questioning it. For a moment, you think you must be gaping like a fish, because Prussia is looking down at you like you're from a different planet….which, technically, you are.
"Damn, sleep like shit? You look like the sandman hit you with a piledriver."
Well, that is certainly a first impression. If your shit is going to get rocked by the universe, couldn't it have sent you someone more demure first thing in the morning?
"Dude, I have so many things I could say right now, but I don't even know where to start. Let's just go."
He cocks an eyebrow, clearly looking like he is gearing up to sling another insult, but instead shrugs it off.
"If you say so, but just know you'll be feeling constipated holding your bad feelings in at this meeting."
You simply have nothing to say back to that, the only thoughts in your head being that of, "wow, the Hetaverse version of me and Prussia really chop it up, huh?"
You grab your purse, keys, and bag, and follow him to the meeting, your nerves roiling at the possibilities of what—and who—could possibly be awaiting you once you arrive.
And after the meeting.... you will get to the bottom of this.
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The meeting isn't unlike anything you have experienced before. Politics are politics, no matter the world, and everyone is equally as ridiculous. However, you do find this world much more... entertaining, eyes constantly darting between each and every one of your middle school comfort characters, all flesh and blood and really hot and arguing in front of you about who was a better jouster four hundred years ago.
Out of all the countries present, you catch the vibe that Prussia must be your confidant in this universe, as he sits next to you during the meeting, takes notes of his own, and cracks an unpleasant (but still funny) joke at any chance that he gets. Well, it seems like Prussia is on the journalist front, which would explain why he is still out here kicking.
Since it seems like you have the best relationship with Prussia, you muster up the courage to pull him aside after the meeting and confess the situation. Is he the most logical person to have this conversation with? Certainly not. Is he your safest bet at this moment? Most likely. You are a human journalist from a different world sitting in on a Hetalia world meeting with LITERAL anthropomorphic, immortal representations of the world's biggest global powers. There is no such thing as logic in this situation.
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Prussia
"No, you're not hearing me—I am from a world where you guys ARE NOT REAL. You are an ANIME. A Japanese cartoon. One I liked when I was TWELVE. This does not make sense to me!"
"You are not making sense to me because I've known you for YEARS! And NOBODY could be that creative as to make me up!"
Prussia does NOT believe you when you look him in the eye and explain your situation in full seriousness. In fact, he laughs in your face! He's laughing so hard there are TEARS in his eyes!! Just foolish!!! There is no reasoning with our king Prussia here—no explaining to him that you've shifted here from a different universe by accident and that you are completely freaked out to be chopping it up with him at this moment. The more freaked out you get, the harder he laughs. This alternate universe version of you must be a real LOLer, because Prussia certainly believes that you're just performing a long-winded, out-of-pocket bit.
It gets to a point where you realize there will be no reasoning with him, so when he plays into the bit by saying things like, "wait, so if there are no immortal anthropomorphic countries in your world, who controls the natural order?"
You'll respond with things like, "Jeff Bezos", to which Prussia tells you, "remember when America smacked the shit out of his bald head on accident at that press release!"
You have no choice but to laugh. God, you wish you got to see that.
At the end of the day, he still doesn't believe you, but he is starting to get a little bit apprehensive about your commitment to this bit. He'll lie in bed at night thinking about it like, wait..... were they being for real?
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N. Italy
"I'm finding it really hard to believe you're really in front of me right now."
"Why, because I'm so handsome?"
"No, because you're animated."
"Is that another word for handsome?"
"No."
North Italy, out of all of our friends here, is the most likely to believe you from the jump (especially after you refuse to give in to his shameless flirting). Not because you are particularly convincing or anything, but because he is always down to imagine what would happen if impossible scenarios became true—remember when a star literally fell from the sky and bonked England in the head? Crazy things do come true!
Empath that he is, he is also the most likely to listen to you with full engagement and seriousness, because hey, even if he thinks you are acting very strangely for not believing that he exists, (you've known me for years, come on, ___! Don't you remember Lake Como 2022?), he wants to try his best to support you through whatever is making you this distressed, and even if he doesn't understand it, he is curious to learn more. Another universe? Sure! A cartoon? Weird, but okay! Apparently, he has been through enough supernatural bullshit throughout his lifetime that interdimensional travel doesn't even crack the top ten. Don't get him started on Venice back in the day!
He does have MANY questions, though, most of which are completely unhelpful. What does he look like animated? Does he sound handsome? Is he popular? Do people have crushes on him? Ooooh, how many people? Are THEY handsome? When you reluctantly explain that there are entire online communities dedicated to discussing him and the other countries, he is absolutely delighted.
The only time his smile falters is when he begins telling you stories about the version of you he knows and realizes that you genuinely don't remember any of them. Lake Como, the Christmas party where you accidentally set Germany's tablecloth on fire, the time you got drunk and cried because his pasta was “too beautiful to eat”—none of it means anything to you. It hurts him, so he reaches across the table, squeezes your hand, and tells you that it is okay. If you really are from another universe, then he'll just have to introduce himself again, no worries, he's charming.
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S. Italy
"It was strange because when I woke up this morning, I was in MY apartment, and everything was the same except all of my things belonged to a version of me that is NOT me!"
"You're losing me. Did you have a quarter life crisis in the middle of the night and decide to rebrand your entire personality?"
"Listen, there's a picture of us on my wall drinking red wine. I HATE red wine."
"And suddenly, I believe you. You are either from another world or need to seek medical attention."
Very similarly to Prussia, South Italy thinks you're playing in his face at first. First of all, why are you coming to him to ask for advice, as if he knows anything about interdimensional travel or psychology?
He starts interrogating you like you're the one inconveniencing him, asking questions so fast that you can barely keep up. What do you mean he's an anime character? What the hell is an anime? Hair curl? What curl? You know how serious he is about his hair looking good, don't even try to joke about a stray curl! Most importantly, what do you mean people on the internet have been debating his personality for YEARS? He is offended, confused, and—though he will never admit it—a little bit curious.
But the red wine is what gets him. The version of you he knows LOVES red wine. You have spent years trying to convince him that your cheap grocery-store cabernet is just as good as anything he could get back home, a claim that has caused several screaming matches between the two of you. There is no way you would suddenly forget that, and there is definitely no way you would willingly embarrass yourself by admitting that you hate it.
Once he realizes you are genuinely scared, his whole demeanor changes. He still calls you an idiot, obviously, but now he's telling you that you're not allowed to wander around alone until everyone figures out what the hell happened. South Italy believes you before he is willing to say he believes you, you're a rational person who is clearly scared. If anyone asks, he's only keeping an eye on you because you clearly cannot be trusted to survive an interdimensional crisis without supervision, but that is the only reason. Oh no, having to take care of a beautiful journalist in distress, what a shame, he feels so horribly inconvenienced....
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Germany
"Is this some sort of sick joke? You're saying that in your world, I am a character from a cartoon?"
"Yes exactly."
"I think you need to visit the medic or perhaps the psychiatrist."
"What if I can prove it? Oh, hey! How about those p*rn magazines Finland/Santa gave you during World War Two?"
"WHO TOLD YOU ABOUT THOSE?"
"THE SHOW!"
Germany's first assumption is not that you have traveled between universes. His first assumption is that you have hit your head, suffered some kind of stress-induced breakdown, or allowed Prussia to talk you into an elaborate prank specifically designed to ruin his afternoon. Come on, people! This is a place for class and decorum (said nobody at any world meeting ever)! Whichever it was, he was concerned. Where the hell is the medic? He asks you an exhausting number of questions about what you remember from the day before, and whether you had ingested any drugs in the past twenty-four hours. (No shame in that btw, he just figures it would be more cost efficient to save those for die Diskothek.)
The problem is that your answers are consistent. You know things you shouldn't know; the secrets he made to himself in the 1940's that he never told another living soul, the patched up pair of underwear Austria forced him to wear, and most terrifying of all, you know what he had written in his journals.
On the other hand, you don't know things that the version of you in this world absolutely should. Germany tries to catch you contradicting yourself and becomes increasingly disturbed when he can't. Eventually, he pulls out a notebook and begins writing down everything that feels different to you, because in true German fashion, he's going to be very Type A about this emergency identity....situation.
He still refuses to say that he believes you until there is concrete evidence, but from that point forward, he takes the situation VERY seriously, especially after you mentioned his p*rn.
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Japan
"If anyone can help me, I think it's you, Japan."
"Thank you."
"And I don't know how to say this in a way that doesn't make this situation considerably stranger, but in my world, you are from an anime."
"I see."
"That's it? 'I see'?"
"Trust me, I have questions. I'm thinking about how I want to word them without making either of us sound foolish."
Japan is quiet for so long after your explanation that you start to wonder if you have somehow broken him. Based on what you know about him (from the show), it would make sense that he would stay calm and refrain from speaking too fast. He doesn't laugh, ask any immediate questions, or start looking for a practical answer. He simply.... stares and contemplates with an expression so calm that it circles all the way back around to being TERRIFYING. It's the scariest reaction you get from any of our boys, for sure.
Japan is one of the first to seriously consider that you might be telling the truth. The isekai genre comes from media created in his country, you know, so he knows a thing or two about the genre. Your description of his world is too specific to dismiss, but distorted in exactly the way a cartoon adaptation would be. Come on, him as a MOCHI? A CAT????
He is fascinated from an intellectual standpoint and deeply uncomfortable from a personal one. Still, he is incredibly gentle with you. He understands that if your story is true, you have woken up surrounded by people you recognize who do not actually know you, and people who recognize you but don't know this version of you.
He offers to help you compare your memories with this world's records and quietly promises that he will not force you to explain anything you are not ready to discuss. Then, after a very long pause, he asks whether the animation is at least well done. (You can't speak on the first four seasons.)
