Also also!!! Can I request some lithuania general headcanons???
⋮ ⌗ ┆ 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 !
ᯓ★ Ordered by @sparkleonsayori . ᯓ★Type: Headcanons. ᯓ★Characters: [Lithuania, Hetalia.] ᯓ★Note: Second character I'm making hcs for!! I do wonder what made you request this character Mel, but am I complaining? NO OF COURSE NOT!! Im actually very happy!! I hope I didnt disappoint tho with these!! ᯓ★Warnings: FIRST the ship Lietbel Will be mentioned bc 1) I like the ship and 2) Liet has a canon crush on her so ye.
☆ Tolys Laurinaitis, standing at exactly 1,80 m / 5'11, he looks like a man in his mid-to-late twenties, around 26 or 27 old.
☆ He has a deceptive, lean-muscular build that shocks people because he usually hides it under loose shirts and chunky cardigans. He developed a strong upper body, defined shoulders over the years due to the harsh conditions he had to live in.
☆ His eyes are a striking, rare hazel-teal color that shifts depending on the lighting. In the bright sun or when he's happy, they look distinctly sky-blue, but under overcast skies or when he's stressed and overthinking, they deepen into an intense, quiet forest-green.
- Actually I deeply adore both the ey colours he got, his blue eyes before they were changed to green, I can't exactly bring myself to choose one so why not both?
☆ The extensive scars on his back are a painful map of his time under Soviet rule and the partitions, specifically the brutal aftermath of the Kościuszko Uprising and the daily, violent punishments he endured at Russia's mansion to break his resilient spirit.
☆ He has a distinct, faint silver scar across his left collarbone that curves up toward his neck, a permanent reminder of a broken saber from a past war that missed his throat by mere inches, Tolys still looks in the mirror and sighs about it sometimes.
☆ He has a light scattering of freckles across his shoulders and the bridge of his nose that only show up during the summer. Because he spends so much time indoors, he burns easily, but a few hours tending to outside gardens always brings out those hidden sun spots.
☆ His shoulder-length brown hair has a naturally stubborn, wavy texture that frizzes up the exact second the humidity rises. He genuinely tries to keep it neat and styles it nicely on good days, but it quickly gets messy, tangles easily, and ends up falling into his face. At some point in life he just gave up entirely and now just tie it into a low ponytail every morning.
☆ He has an incredibly high pain tolerance that borders on unsettling, a subconscious habit picked up from centuries of surviving brutal Teutonic crusades, Russian partitions, and Soviet rule. He'll accidentally burn his hand on a hot pan or stub his toe hard enough to bruise, and instead of flinching or crying out, he will just blink, quietly sigh, and immediately reach for a towel to clean up whatever he spilled and then takes care of the injury.
☆ He has a beautifully delicate, old-school cursive handwriting that looks like it belongs in a 19th-century diplomatic letter. He also prefers writing with a fountain pen, finding the rhythmic, scratching sound of ink on paper to be deeply therapeutic for his overthinking mind.
☆ Despite his serious demeanor, he is a total sucker for bad dad jokes and puns, even if he supposedly "doesn't understand" them. If someone tells a genuinely terrible pun, he will stare at them blankly for a three-second delay while his brain processes it, and then he'll let out this tiny, suppressed huff of a laugh.
☆ He is a massive collector of tote bags, specifically canvas ones from local bookstores, libraries, or museums.
☆ He speaks to his houseplants in a very soft, encouraging murmur while watering them or wiping dust off their leaves. If a plant is struggling or losing leaves, he treats it like a personal mission, researching soil pH levels and moving it around the house to find the absolute perfect patch of sunlight until it revives.
☆ He has a habit of checking that his front door is locked exactly three times before he can go to sleep at night. He will lock it, walk away, get a wave of overthinking anxiety, go back to jiggle the handle, walk to the kitchen, and then go check one final time just to satisfy his brain that everything is secure.
- This is totally not me projecting myself into him.
☆ When it comes to clothing, Liet dresses like a cozy, slightly old-fashioned librarian. He strictly avoids anything flashy or tight-fitting, preferring loose, comfortable layers that hide his muscular build and keep his chest and back scars completely covered. His wardrobe is a sea of earthy tones.
☆ He lives alone in a cozy, modestly sized apartment, and he absolutely prefers it that way. After centuries of sharing cramped, tense living quarters at Russia's mansion or being constantly monitored, having a front door where he holds the only key is his ultimate form of comfort.
☆ He and Poland are the absolute definition of platonic soulmates. It’s a bond forged in fire, centuries of shared borders, and the literal merging of their souls during the Commonwealth. They don't even need to speak to communicate; Liet can tell exactly what Poland needs just by the way he sighs, and Poland is the only person who can instantly spot a stress-induced stomachache building in Liet before Liet even registers it himself. Poland will loudly demand they go do something ridiculous just to distract Liet from his own head.
☆ His crush on Belarus isn't a simple one, it's a deep-seated, stubborn attachment born out of intense historical nostalgia. During the centuries of the Grand Duchy of Lithuania, their lands were deeply intertwined, and they stood together as powerful, formidable forces long before the Russian Empire or the Soviet Union absorbed them. To Liet, Belarus represents a golden, powerful era of his youth when they were equals, independent, and fiercely untamed, a time before the heavy trauma of his later history set in.
☆ He knows exactly how dangerous and violent she can be (his broken fingers are literal proof), but his brain chooses to rewrite her hostility as "passionate" or "intense" because facing the reality that the childhood bond they once shared is completely fractured hurts too much.
☆ Her terrifying, obsessive devotion to Russia actually breaks Liet's heart in a very quiet, painful way. He knows firsthand exactly how suffocating, overwhelming, and dark Russia’s shadow can be, and seeing the girl he once knew as a proud, independent powerhouse completely lose her identity to an unhealthy obsession with Russia is devastating. Part of his persistent crush is a deeply buried, savior-complex desire to pull her out of that toxic cycle and remind her of who she used to be when they were young.
☆ Poland frequently tries to stage interventions to snap him out of it, loudly calling him an absolute idiot for letting Belarus break his bones. Liet will just offer a small, slightly sad smile, gently adjust a bandage on his hand, and smoothly change the subject to something else. He knows Poland is entirely right, but the centuries-old memory of a young, fierce Belarus standing beside him under the Baltic sky is a comforting anchor he simply isn't ready to drop
- I'm Lietbel n1 fan and defender !!! Any hater silence, you dont get them like i do.
☆ His MBTI is definitively INFJ.
- I could elaborate more why i chose infj for him but i lost the script since the mbti thingy was made within december last year... I cant find it in my damn device...
☆ He struggles with a severe, chronic case of Somatic Symptom Disorder. Because he has a history of suppressing his immense emotional pain, fear, and trauma just to survive and keep the peace, his psychological stress has nowhere to go but down. His mind completely translates his severe anxiety, historical grief, and daily pressure into physical agony, specifically, his infamous, debilitating stomachaches. His body is quite literally screaming the words his mouth is too polite, patient, or terrified to say out loud.
☆ He exhibits strong signs of Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (C-PTSD), stemming from centuries of prolonged, inescapable captivity, physical abuse, and geopolitical instability under various empires and regimes. This manifests in his hypervigilance, such as his rigid habit of checking the front door lock exactly three times before bed, his inability to sit in a relaxed posture at a desk, and his sudden, jarring flashbacks when historical triggers are brought up. His absolute obsession with organizing, labeling, and controlling his immediate indoor environment is a direct coping mechanism to stave off the chaotic, terrifying unpredictability of his trauma.
☆ He deals with a quiet, deeply ingrained form of Anorexia Nervosa or highly restrictive eating behaviors that directly tie into his somatic issues. Because eating often triggers his intense stomach pain, and because food security was historically stripped away from him during various occupations and economic depressions, food has become a source of anxiety rather than comfort. When his stress levels spike, he will entirely restrict his diet to plain, high-quality peppermint tea and dry toast for days at a time, completely neglecting his physical need for sustenance because controlling what goes into his body is one of the few forms of autonomy he feels he has left.
ᯓ★Additional Note: huh... This took longer than my previous ones... And I worked on these the whole day so I was surprised when I only finished them after the clock hit 3 am yk? Well I mean I did change and added a lot of HCs from my already planned ones! Bleh.
