#hetalia textpost

[kaboodlesdoodles]

I'm boooooored

[briarry]

The Canada-US Trade War right now:

[incenseorincest]

Im in love with the Arthur-Matthew dynamic because it's entirely based off of Alfred

From the very beginning, Arthur gets Matthew and he says, "You'll really like this other kid" I mean, it got to the point where Matthew pretended to be Alfred just to make Arthur happy

Don't even get me started on the American Revolution, the only time Arthur remembers who Matthew is is because Alfred isn't there, drives me insane.

And Matthew's still loyal to him, which is crazy, because Arthur doesn't even know his name.

[fanficfish]

i really want to see Norway, Switzerland, Iceland, and Liechtenstein stuck in a conference room together for EFTA stuff solely on the fact you have two overbearing older siblings, Liechtensteinw who just follows Switzerland's lead, and Iceland who just wanted to sleep in but dammit whose idea was it to have the meeting before 10 in the morning-

[gummyytears]

The Baltic Trio + Feliks.

Then the NA bros.

I might make some art and/or writing from these.

[acethetically-doodles]

On the topic of Halloween and hetalia. I fully believe Poland and Hungary going to a Halloween party and being so so uncoordinated. With Hungary dressed in some gory, bloody elaborate monster costume and Poland as just some sexy cat or something.

[aph-british-isles-head-cannons]

Aph tales of child England part 4

Wales and England are standing in a filed across from each other, and Wales is holding his mothers old spell book and a wand.  This is becuase earlier England had asked (more like begged) his older brother to teach him black magic and demon summoning spells. so all afternoon Wales taught him the wonders of magic, and it was going good..... for a while. Wales: “All right England, now we’re going to summon some attack demons~! *Steps closer to his brother, and makes direct eye contact” “But I'll warn you, If you don’t do this right, they will turn on you.” England: *nervous expression* “uhhhh...Wales, I've decided that-”  Wales: “And they’ll have your head!! England: “oh.....um..” Wales: * moves back” but it’ll be alright! you’ve been doing great so far, so this nothing you can’t handle.  England figures there’s no way out of this, so he takes a deep breath and tells his brother he’s ready for anything.  Wales smiles and shows him how to do the the spell, waving his wand in a single motion while chanting. He summons more than a dozen attack demons and commands them to attack a foraging bore. Once it’s been killed, they retreat back to him and Wales sends them away, all the demons vanish and he turns to the face the small boy who has and expression of pure astonishment plastered on his face.  wales: “Now England, Your turn. *Hands his the wand” England: okay....here I go....*deep breath* ~Later~ Scotland: “Do ye think we have enough fire wood for the night? Ireland: “I believe so. It’s not too dark yet, the suns still peeking behind the hills over there, so we can come back and get extra.” Ireland: “......Say...Is it just me lose marbles or is there a screaming child approaching us?” Scotland: *Looks toward the approaching scream*  “Ho-ly shit...” England races by the two, screaming louder than a  Banshee Behind him are over 200 hundred pissed off attack demons and at the very end of the line is Wales. Wales: “HOW?!?” centeries later  Wales: “Oh!..you have a spell book! You still practice black magic? How lovely.” England: “Ah yes, and I've greatly improved!”  Wales: “Do show little brother!’ England: Alright then! Prepare yourself for a show!” *He opens the book and chants, managing to show off a few spells. Wales watches feeling impressed and proud, a smile on his face. Wales: *Claps* “Wonderful!! But um...was Russia part of the act?” England: “No!...Ehem..Haven't been able to work around that quit yet but-”

Wales: “OH! Do this one next!” England: “okay!” ~~~~~~                       ~~~~~~~~~~ *Scotland and Ireland are just leaving a restaurant. They head down the street, Ireland is blabbering away while his elder brother partially listens*. 

Ireland: IF I had it my way, that guy would be paying ME the 20 pounds, not the other way around, However! He did get 20 pounds in the face so I'd say he and I are just about, what is that fuckin’ noise??” *Both look to see what’s behind them then immediately after sprint down the street, with England, Wales, and One thousand attack demons close behind. Ireland: “FUCKIN’ HELL!!” Wales: “Precisely” :) Ireland: “HOW DID YA MANAGE TO GET WORSE??” England: “I don’t KNOW!!!”  Scotland: “YE TWAT!” England: *Starts angrily crying*

[aph-headcanons-and-stuff]

we’re back to text posts, boys