S/o that has dated their current partners worst enemies in the past. (Would like England, America, Russia, Canada)
England/Arthur Kirkland
Arthur is immediately going to think this would be a great way to get a leg up on his enemy. Plotting, plotting and more plotting. He can be a petty guy. I think he would be a little indignant and fairly jealous that his enemy got to you first, but ultimately he knows the past is in the past.
America/Alfred F. Jones
Extremely jealous. I think he would hide it very well, but he would be fuming inside. Yes he knows that the past is the past and you aren't with them anymore, but it doesn't change the fact that he hates the idea of his enemy being your ex. He'd definitely be bragging to his enemy that you're his now.
Russia/Ivan Braginsky
Ivan would be pissed to put it simply. Not at you of course! His metal pipe would make a grand reappearance for sure. Ultimately though, I think his anger would be covering up a lot of insecurity. He would definitely need reassurance that he was enough, and that his enemy would always just be an ex.
Canada/Matthew Williams
Matthew is upset. He's a little insecure and a little jealous all at the same time. He's not really sure which he feels the worst about. He's definitely going to need reassurance, and his hate for his enemy is probably going to increase tenfold. While I don't think he would act on his jealousy, I do think he'd be a bit more protective of you.
hi atlas, i love ur texts !! <3 could u do some imagines for norway, denmark and lithuania falling asleep while the reader was reading them fairy tales? thank uuu, wishin u an amazing day <3
Thank you so much, you're so sweet, I hope your day is just as lovely as you are
Denmark, Lithuania, and Norway Falling Asleep To Their S/O's Reading To Them
Denmark • Matthias Køhler
When you picked up the book and started reading, you were sitting on the couch, Mathias' head resting on your thighs while his attention was on his phone
As you started reading, he didn't immediately notice, too focused on whatever group chat he was in, but at some point in your reading, it caught his attention and he started listening
He placed his phone on his chest and closed his eyes, just intending on listening for a little while, but quite quickly after he did so, he drifted off to sleep, lulled by your voice
Lithuania • Toris Laurinaitis
He loves the sound of your voice, finding it to be calming and deeply soothing, especially when he's struggling with sleeping, as he's prone to do
While he's embarrassed doing so, he'll actually ask you to read something cute while he tries to drift off, so you choosing fairytales is kind of perfect
He enjoys laying in bed next to you while you softly read the short stories, a small smile on his face
It makes him fall asleep better than anything else
Norway • Lukas Bondevik
He's an unabashed lover of fantasy, mythology, magic and the arcana, so he doesn't mind you reading fairytales aloud (this is probably not an uncommon occurrence and he'll occasionally make requests of stories from his country)
He normally doesn't fall asleep when you read them, however, since he had to sit through a particularly long World Conference meeting earlier in the day, he couldn't help it
With him leaning against you, he slowly fell asleep, relaxing to the sound of your voice
A pretty strange ask, but... can you write some soft yandere Russia headcanons, please? People mostly imagine him as a very cruel yan, but I think its not close to reality at all. He just wants someone to with him and I highly doubt that he would want to hurt his loved one.
Also, your writing is great! I enjoyed reading everything you wrote, awesome job!
soft yandere russia headcanons
content warning: unhealthy obssessive behaviour, gaslighting, emotional manipulation, violence and mentions of death
thank you for requesting! though this may not be to your expectations, as i'm not the best with yandere content :') also this turned out to be general yandere headcanons for him oops-
At first, you two were total strangers who only ever saw each other at international conferences and meetings. But you began helping him with small things, giving him the slightest well-meaning attention and he is enamored with you. This desperate need for love stemmed from the fact that everyone he’s ever had left him - his sisters, his fellow Soviet members. Russia is a lonely nation.
Stalking. It’s actually impressive how well he does this without being found out despite his big frame. Russia thinks this is actually an act of love.
Isn’t the type to actively spoil you, but will give you anything that he can afford. Once, he ripped out his own heart and hands it to you, fresh and bloodied. He also rips out his other body parts, though mainly organs, such as his liver, lungs and kidneys. Also nearly ripped his own left eye out to give it to you (was fortunately stopped). Russia thinks that it’s a show of devotion, to sacrifice one’s own flesh and blood for one’s partner. While it’s very sweet and all, you wish he didn’t take it so literally…
And you’re absolutely right about him never wanting to hurt his darling - after all, they’re the love of his life! Why would he ever want to make an angel cry? However, he will hurt others who get in the way.
People notice that Russia stops hovering over his “friends” (i.e. Lithuania, Czechia, Latvia), and they take pity on you - Russia’s latest victim. You don’t believe this, because in your eyes, Russia has been nothing but kind to you, and on some degree you felt like you have to take care of him because Russia’s such a poor soul, isolated from the rest of the world, for the world rejects him, and no one deserves to suffer like that. And yet it’s your own kindness that’s your undoing, as Russia only falls even harder every time you show him the tiniest touch of kindness.
Of course, Belarus, too, notices his sudden interest in you, and begins to get suspicious, as she knows that look in his eyes all too well. It’s the same one that she sees every time she looks into the mirror - of longing, of sickly, twisted passion for her beloved. But you? Her darling brother harboring feels for you out of all people?
Belarus seethes with rage, clutching all the hidden blades she has on her body. She is more than ready to slit your throat right then and there. Honestly, Belarus really doesn’t want to waste her time with someone like you, but obstacles were obstacles. Nothing personal.
You begin to notice the strange salty taste in your water. The feeling that you’re being watched at night. Eyes boring holes in your back in the shower. Your clothes going missing, then returned full of scratches, holes and dripping red. This is another downside to having Russia obsessed with you, because you get a 2-in-1 package. Not only you have to deal with one yandere, you get two after you for two very different reasons.
Russia finds out, and does not ignore her like he usually does, no, he yells at Belarus. His voice thunders through the room, and Belarus flinches, but she doesn’t falter. There are tears streaming down her eyes, as she screams at him. Why, why, why, why, why, why, why?
Russia tries his best to control himself, but before he knew it, his sister’s white, porcelain skin has turned into a violent shade of blue. He looks down. His hands were on Belarus’s throat, pinning her against the wall. She claws on his large hands, choking out his name in disbelief.
His heart stops. Russia lets go of his sister, and she crumples down like a rag doll. His mind races a hundred miles, but nothing registers in his mind, not even Belarus’s violent, hacking coughs as she tries to breathe just any bit of air at all in. The entire world seemed spun, and Russia closes the door behind himself - closing off his sister’s cries from the rest of the world.
At times, Russia doesn’t even notice his own behaviour - intimidating others, promising to do… things to them should they interfere with your relationship. You may notice Estonia giving you the cold shoulder after this, along with your close friends, who blabber half-hearted excuses to get away from you.
Hushed voices hang in the air, whispering about how Russia found himself a new toy to chew on and spit out later. Poor thing. They don’t deserve such misery, they don’t deserve to be with such a monster.
There have been several attempts to, ah, warn you of your current predicament. But you’re always left confused of what they were all about, as before the nation could say anything, Russia will always be there. Always. With his usual bright, angelic smile, pressing a soft kiss to your temple and then disappearing along with a nation to have a little talk. The nation never meets your eyes again.
It’s honestly laughable. You reach out to save him from loneliness, and now you were the one facing ostracization. But you don’t know that, do you? All you saw was everyone in your life leaving you - everyone but Russia, who stays and comforts you, just like how you’d come into his life with open arms.
You find yourself staying inside all the time, because what is there outside? Nothing. No one is there anymore. No one but Russia, who comes home every day, always with a welcoming smile for you no matter what he had to endure outside.
He wipes your tears away. It’s just the two of you against the world now. What’s that? A speck of red on his coat? Oh, he was being clumsy and cut himself earlier, there’s no need to worry about that. Just focus on breathing slowly now, you’ll be safe in his arms.
Safe forever.
Thunder boomed. Lightning flashed. Raindrops banged and crashed against the windows, but they were nowhere near as loud as the sound of your heart pounding noisily inside your chest as you tiptoed down the hallway, the gift well-hidden behind your back. Watering them before plucking seemed like a good idea at the time, but now the backside of your shirt was soaking wet.
Your eyes darted around. Just there on Earth was he? The carpet would be drenched if you couldn’t find him soon. Yet you let out a small giggle. The surprised look on his face when you show him would be glorious…
“Доброе утро⁽¹⁾, (Name).”
You shrieked and turned around to see none other than the light-haired man smiling at you sweetly. “Ivan! Good morning to you, too! The, um, weather today’s very… nice… isn’t it?” Forced laughter left your throat.
Russia giggled. “You do know that there is storm outside, да⁽²⁾?”
“I- yes, I do, I- well…” Cat’s out of the bag. No point in trying to hide it anymore. You showed him the flowers, fresh and teeming with life. The vibrant yellow did not fit the solemn atmosphere, where Victorian-esque walls loomed, suffocating you with the dark of the storm.
Russia’s smile faded. You could see the gears in his head turn as his eyes grew bigger and bigger. “Sunflowers,” he said. “My favourite.”
The bouquet shook in your hands. Your eyes trained on the ground. “I grew some for you,” you admitted. “Of course, that may be the reason why they look kind of sad compared to the ones at the flower shops- Actually, thinking back about it, I should’ve bought the sunflowers instead of growing them myself because while doing it yourself makes the gift feel more special, the recipient doesn’t always necessarily want your lousy handmade gift, so- Mmph!”
Russia practically lunged forward to swipe you into a hug. He didn’t seem to mind the flowers getting crushed. “It is the thought that counts, (Name). Thank you. Thank you so much.”
“I…” Warmth flooded your cheeks, and you buried your face into his touch. “Yeah. Thanks, Rus.”
Water from the flowers soaked into the fronts of your shirts, but you couldn’t care less. All that mattered was you being in Russia’s gentle arms. So warm and kind. If only you could stay this way forever…
“(Name)!”
Latvia’s voice echoed through the halls. You looked over to see the small man in the doorway, nearly stumbling over because of the enormous stack of papers in his hands.
“Could you come here for a moment? I need you to fill out these docume-” His eyes widened at the sight of your current situation. “Oh! Good morning, Mr. Russia, I see you’re kind of busy hugging (Name)- Wait, no, nevermind, I’ll leave you two alone!” He scrambled out of sight, papers flying everywhere in the halls.
You tried to move, but Russia’s grip on you suddenly tightened. “Russia…?” Your voice faltered. “The flowers are going to get crushed…”
“Stay with me,” he mumbled.
“But-”
“Please.”
“I’ll give you double the hugs when I finish,” you insisted.
His lips trembled on your neck. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
His embrace only got tighter, like a cage closing on around you, yet you still managed to wiggle out, even just by a bit. “Dip them in water, okay? I’ll be right back.” You gave him a small kiss on the cheek and ran after Latvia.
Russia stood with only your sunflowers to keep him company as he watched your form grow smaller and smaller until you were finally gone. He looked at the gift. Some were crushed beyond recognition, but others were completely fine. These flowers carried the color of joy, the color of warmth, the color of sunshine. The color of your love for him.
He pressed a kiss to the bouquet. Latvia was going to regret this later.
England - his nearest and dearest is the one from his punk years but has made several since with a variety of themes (wizard-core and goblin-core among them)
America - it's a battle VEST thank you >:( mostly has rock bands from the 60's-90's on it, got Japan to paint two birds on the each of the shoulders, the back is where he has a state patch from each of the states in the union
Denmark - fleece lined collar of a denim jacket (comes with a hood), patches are goofy and mostly from his travels or are gifts from his friends
Hungary - started off as a military jacket she had a lot of sentimental value toward and then turned into a place for her to show off all her disarmingly cute cottagecore regalia
Finland - he put the spikes on himself :), all the black metal patches you can think of, knew the cow that the leather was sourced from to make the jacket, will give it to people to keep warm because tbh? mans doesn't feel the cold
Prussia - 80's goth 80's goth 80's goth, hand painted the skull on the back and added the spikes on the shoulders himself, distressed look- the one article of clothing he has that is INTENTIONALLY distressed looking
Japan - for his anime related merch, has several pin boards and switches out his pins every so often, does custom paint jobs for commissions, similar to England he has multiple jackets for his varying aesthetics (kidcore, biker, gothic lolita, etc.)
tw: obsessive yandere (does not involve violence or any gore!)
note: im currently in the process of transferring all my work onto this website from quotev :)
synopsis: in which feliks finally lets his feelings slip, and you’re more than happy to reciprocate.
Love, it’s such a trivial thing. So wanted yet not even needed. So beautiful yet so hurtful. Can make one go crazy and overstep the set boundaries; It can bloom the start of a relationship and can ruin it within seconds. Love can bring despair but can also bring joy.
So why is it that he only ever felt the pain?
Feliks stood still, not moving a muscle; was he even breathing? He couldn’t tell. The continuous pouring of the rain made him too numb to be able to tell fantasy from reality. The only thing he could do now was wait. Wait for his reason to live. Wait for the person who eroded the pain he only ever got.
In the distance he could make out the silhouette of a figure. [Y/n], he thought.
Waited so long. . .
Thought you’d never come. . .
You proved me wrong. . .
'Cause I don’t know where it felt so right. . .
“F-feliks!” You cried out as you neared him. What was he thinking, calling you at this hour in the middle of a storm? Doesn’t he know he could get hurt? Doesn’t he know you care so much? Have you not shown enough of it?
“[Name]. . . ” He managed to mumble out despite the shock he received. There you stood. . . right in front of him. Your soaked from the rain [h/c] locks and [e/c] prominent shining eyes swayed him to no end. Your [Porcelain/sun-kissed/chocolate] skin glowing from both the rain reflecting the light and your presence. Oh, how it brightened up his dull world.
“W-what are you doing out here? I-t’s f-freezing. . . You could catch a-” You were cut off as Feliks embraced your smaller form. Your scent alone sent him to cloud nine. How could one person be so beautiful? So ethereal? So delicate and gentle?
“W-what’s wrong?” You asked, your forehead pressed against his chest, giving you some warmth. His steady heartbeat and shallow pants of breath were the only sounds you focused on; the pattering rain and occasional fluttering of birds wings as they fled to find shelter didn’t matter.
“I. . . can’t keep this in any longer. . .” Feliks trailed off, pulling away to meet your eyes. God those eyes, oh how he wished they would look only at him for all eternity. So much care was present in them and he hoped it was directed at him.
“You can tell me anything. . .” You gave a small smile, despite the circumstances. As long as you got to comfort the one you cherished.
Feliks could only stare at your lips, their corners curled up gently. He just wanted to feel them against his own. He wondered how they tasted. Strawberry? Cherry? Or maybe a combination of both? He shook his head slightly, golden strands of hair swaying the littlest bit as the water dripped off gently.
It was your turn to stare at him. Those emerald shining orbs and that beautiful smile that adorned his lips whenever he looked at you. You were so in love, beyond comprehension. No one would understand the feelings you held, not the goddess of love herself. What you felt was completely on another level.
If I could go. . .
Go back in time. . .
What I would do. . .
Is love you sooner. . .
“I love you. . .” The words slipped out of his lips effortlessly, so much earnest and tenderness weaved into them, as if they were waiting to get out for centuries.
Your breath hitched as your eyes widened in realisation. The man you were oh so deeply in love with has reciprocated the feelings you held for him.
“I-I. . . I love you too. . .” You managed to choke out as you stared deep into his eyes. Those light lime swirls were dancing around excitedly with great amounts of passion and pure happiness as a grin etched itself onto his face slowly.
“I so wish I told you sooner. . . Feliks whispered as he leaned in pressing his forehead against your own, your noses now touching and lips only inches apart.
I wish I was there for you. . .
I wish I was holding you closer than close everyday of your life. . .
I wish I was there for you. . .
And I wish that you were there for me too. . .
You couldn’t resist the urge to lean in anymore so you decided to slowly inch yourself closer. Your lips parted slightly as they touched Feliks’ ever so gently. Your mind went blank the minute physical contact occurred; you couldn’t focus on anything but him. Nothing else mattered.
Feliks closed his eyes steadily, savouring every drop your lips provided him. So endearing, so delicious. He craved more as his tongue grazed your bottom lip painfully slowly. He just couldn’t get enough. I never will. He thought.
How could he? Imagination can only satisfy for so long. Actual contact however, makes everything feel surreal in such a different way; it just pulls at your heartstrings endlessly, enabling you to feel that sweet aroma of pure bliss you’ve yearned for so long.
You clutched his arms tightly, fearing he might disappear any second, fearing your life support would be detached, fearing that it was merely a hallucination, your mind's false creation. Sensing your frail form tense, Feliks pulled you closer to assure you just how fond of you he was.
There for you. . .
There for you. . .
There for you. . .
There for you. . .
A once gentle kiss turned more heated as you tilted your head slightly. Temptation always managed to grab your interest and strike at the worst and best of times, this one being one of them. It loved to tease and fool you, making you fall within its clutches once more. But did you care? No. In the end, you always gained pleasure and satisfaction. Why would this time be any different?
Feliks noted how your bodies fit together perfectly. He often asked why the universe offered him this gift, just what did he do to deserve your presence? If only he could find a way to repay the Gods who created you, but he doubted that even if he worked his whole life he would be able to ever compensate for this miracle.
Your worth is far greater than money, gold, diamonds. Nothing could ever be compared to such a being as you. You were simply divine. You were worth everything and nothing at the same time. Nothing, because all the things in the universe couldn’t collate to your presence. Everything, because all that ever mattered to Feliks was you yourself.
The moment he laid his eyes on you, he knew you were the one he’s been looking for. In fact, you were the answer to everything: his endless problems, his desperate pleas for help. His countless requests for joy. You solved them all with just one glance.
After what felt close to an eternity, you both pulled away due to the noticeable lack of oxygen. Your breathing was sharp and ragged, as if you ran a marathon and back, but you didn’t care one bit.
“God I love you so much. . .” You whispered in pure felicity. Feliks could only describe your voice as melodic angelic not of this world. Everything about you was just perfect.
“I love you more. . . more than you could ever imagine.” He grinned, those perfectly white pearly teeth showing. The moment Feliks felt your head placed safely against his chest was the moment he decided to trail his lips along your neck, breathing in your scent once more. Things couldn’t be better.
With that, the rain continued to plummet down and get everything immersed in the colourless, smooth liquid. Its dampness lingered in the wintry air of the night creating this fragrance of freshness and cleanness. The only source of light was that of the streetlight which illuminated the couple of figures who held each other affectionately, without a single care or worry in the world.
This is for me, I love women and I love cute little games
Ukraine Playing Stardew Valley With Her S/O
Ukraine • Irunya Chernenko
Being a farmer with a love of cute things herself, the game piqued her interest when she saw you playing it at your computer
She asked a few questions, sitting in a chair next to you watching as you worked on your crops
Her obvious intrigue caused you to ask if she wanted to play, and when she said yes, you started a new game file for her and helped teach her how to play, and before you realized, you both had been taking turns playing for a few hours
That's when you decided to get the game for her so you could play together (she had a personal laptop she used for country business, so you decided that would work) so the next day, you helped her set up her Steam account and start the game
Once you begin playing it together, she's very giggly, excited to be doing something cute with you
She takes very good care of the crops while you're off fishing or in The Mines, finding herself really enjoying the in-game farming
She also really excited when she finds out you can take care of livestock too
Another aspect she enjoys is the cabin building aspect, expanding your home and furnishing it with different, cute little decorations, taking your own tastes into consideration while still trying to make it feel homey
When she finds out you can get married in the game, she shyly asks if you want to marry her with a giggle
On her free time, when she's stressed, she will play the game on a file different from the one you play with her on
Thrilled. He's very excited that he has a partner who has just as long of a lifespan as he does.
While you'd think that most folks would be intimidated or a little nervous about having a vampire s/o, Ivan doesn't seem to blink. It's just another part of you, and he loves you.
He's very sensitive to your needs - no garlic? Cool he hated garlic anyways. No sunlight? Good thing he's the personification of a country that spends a little extra time in the dark.
I'm sorry if this is weird, but do you have any head canons for a Hard of Hearing/Deaf America? I head canon him as HOH and I love your writing so I'd like to hear your take
Wow, I can't believe hoh America is canon
Hard of Hearing America Headcanons
He's not completely deaf, though he has severe hearing loss in his right ear and mild loss in his left
He became hard of hearing back during the Revolutionary War during cannonading, something that wasn't too horribly uncommon
At the time, before sign language (ASL) was established, he found the communication barrier between him and everyone else incredibly frustrating, so as a result, even now, he gets incredibly excited whenever anyone can speak any form of sign language
Most days, when he's out of the house at a meeting, at the gym, or grabbing food from somewhere, he often has his ITE hearing aids in, though when he's spending the day in, he prefers to keep his hearing aids out, opting for a break from them
He'll often converse with Canada via sign during times like this
Overall, he actually prefers conversing through sign as opposed to using his hearing aids
They're cool and all, but they can get pretty uncomfortable and just plain annoying after a while
This is a side note, but during World Conference meetings, he'll often turn the volume down on his hearing aids when other personifications are trying to argue with him
