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This is mainly a reader-insert blog, but I can also write character x character!
i now write both 1ps and nyotalia!
i will write anyone with a canon design, even the most obscure of characters
angst, fluff, platonic, drabbles, headcanons, nsfw, yandere, full-on crack, throw everything at me, but i won’t write anything that makes me uncomfortable
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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.
ft. thailand, vietnam, malaysia, indonesia, philippines, singapore
content. fluff, romance
THAILAND
You go thrifting for sunglasses. Thailand has an entire closet full of sunglasses that he collects. He’s not sure what started this, but every time he sees a pair of sunglasses, no matter how ridiculous they may look, Thailand will bring it home. This includes colorful children’s sunglasses. Bonus points if they have little elephants on them.
In fact, Toto also has a collection of sunglasses. They have little pretend fashion shows where the only fashion is sunglasses, and Toto wins every time.
Because he is literally the country itself, he’s expected to perform Muay Thai a lot, so Thailand’s been attending many martial arts classes, and encourages you to take them along with him, so he can rest well knowing his lover knows how to defend themselves. It’s also an excuse for him to be physically affectionate to you under the guise of “correcting your form.”
VIETNAM
An absolute goddess at maneuvering street stalls and haggling prices, Vietnam will get you the most delicious meal for the best price at the most random stall.
Takes you out to shop for clothes, and although she’s shy in asking, Vietnam very much values your opinion on her fashion style. She wants to look the best in her beloved’s eyes.
Although she’s very much adapted to urban life, Vietnam will sometimes take you back to rural areas where old villages still lie. She’s also very enthusiastic on teaching you about the her people’s customs and traditions, and helps you expand even further if you’ve already known about them, because deep down Vietnam is very scared of becoming too westernized—of losing her identity. It isn’t just about teaching you, Vietnam is also reminding herself of who she is.
This fear doesn’t apply to just Vietnam, but also to all non-European (some European themselves, too) countries feeling the influence of the West in their daily lives, from their clothes to their education, even to what they eat every day.
Even though she seems a little bashful at times, Vietnam adores children and loves spending time with them, whether it be telling them stories or making puppets with them. These can range from sock puppets, water puppets, or other handcraft such as, one of the kids’ favourite, tò he, especially when Vietnam makes them in more intricate shapes like dragons of fairies.
She can spend her entire day hanging around with little children, and would love it if you were to join in too. She won’t be able to handle all the teasing from them, though.
MALAYSIA
Baby boy’s so excited for every date, even if it’s your 100th one he’s still a ball of energy. Super affectionate, has to be making physical contact with you at all times (lowkey to show others that you’re his territory-)
Proud of his cuisine, he does take you out to eat, but he’d rather cook for you and feed you. Absolutely soaks in every compliment you give him.
Dancing is another thing that he loves to do with you. Seeing your body move to the beat is just so damn attractive to him, and if you don’t know how to or are bad at dancing it’s totally fine, maybe even better because he now has an excuse to spend more time with you :D
Beach dates are a must, and you two aren’t just going for swims, you are going to catch your own lunch and dinner. Sometimes, Mal drags you out in the sun for hours to catch horseshoe crabs. What, it’s good exercise, and you’re getting a healthy tan too!
Mal likes dressing in weird outfits, sometimes even outright crossdressing. He looks cute and he knows it, and he uses this to pull pranks on others. A considerable amount of dates together are going out and fooling around. Once, you both managed to convince Indonesia that Mal was a cute girl. It then took exactly 3 seconds for him to realize the truth. Then you two drag him in as well and find out that Indo looks very good in a dress,
Aside from the outfits, dates with Mal are pretty random and spontaneous, ranging from climbing palm trees to stealing Singa’s clothes to giving therapy to the local goats.
INDONESIA
Shy glances and lingering touches, especially in the earlier months of your relationship. Holding hands, short hugs, little pecks on the cheeks - literally anything would work, Indonesia just wants to shower you with affection, but that’s inappropriate, what kind of person would he be if he were to advantage of you like this? All his stammering and shyness in turn invoke your shyness, and the early months will very much involve lots of blushing and bashfulness.
Knows the places for the most legendary, godlike sweets and definitely takes you there, but doesn’t do it much often because it feels very self-centered on his part. You’ll have to tell him straight to his face that dates aren’t supposed to be one-sided and all focusing on you, it’s okay for him to indulge in his own interests too.
MOTORCYCLE DATES
At first, Indonesia over-worries on preparations and safety measures. What if an accident happens and you’re sent to the hospital? What if you fall off during the ride? Well, he knows that he’s responsible enough to drive safely and you’re not some defenseless child that needs tending to in every waking moment, but he’s just so scared of losing you.
Once you succeed in reassuring him, however, these dates are the best. It is extremely exhilarating to just zoom through the streets (at a safe speed) and feel the breeze blowing away the heat from the tropical sun.
Also, cling onto Indonesia’s waist during all of this. it makes him feel confident in himself knowing that you see him as a protector.
Doing little things such as going grocery shopping with him feels like dates, too, as he’s so considerate to your every need, always a gentle and attentive lover.
Spoils you rotten by buying you your favourite foods and then showing off his cooking skills later at home - really, you’re going to have to reel this man in and tell him to stop feeding you your favourite food served with rice, even if the way he prepares that weird combination is so heavenly that you wouldn’t be able to resist anyway.
Night walks on the beach, enjoying the coolness that’s rarely seen during Indonesia’s day. This is when you can truly appreciate the soft sand underneath your feet, the wind gently blowing through your hair, and each other’s honesty, as it’s become a tradition for you and Indonesia to just talk about anything during walks, be it something as simple as how your day went, or your current struggles and worries, basking in each other’s comfort under the cool night sky. They’re very intimate moments and wouldn’t happen in early stages of your relationship yet.
PHILIPPINES
PDA is a must with Philippines, and his arms are always all over you on dates. He wants to show you off to the world and tell everyone how he’s super lucky to have such an amazing s/o like you.
You guys are going on karaoke dates, no questions asked. The Latin dance mania meets the Asian love for karaoke? Combine it with Philippines’s rambunctious personality and you are in for a whole ass show.
Self-care date nights are a must. Every week you meet up at his house and Philippines opens the door with a wide smile and is absolutely going to pamper you. Face masks, massages, manicure, you name it. Dating Philippines means having impeccable nail art, whether you like it or not.
Also you’re definitely going thrifting for t-shirts with him, usually couple shirts and he’s definitely getting you weird ass ones like that one time you return home with ten shirts with pictures of Jollibee promoting workout sessions.
Now that I think about it, every Southeast Asian country probably has a side hobby of looking for unusually specific items of clothing, like for example Malaysia definitely gets weird swimsuits to terrorize the locals, Indonesia likes collecting jeans (he has several pairs of see-through ones), Vietnam loves wacky footwear of any kind (see: these things), and Singapore would never admit it but he has an entire closet full of clothes that look like they’re straight out of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure.
Pien is as much as an attention-seeker as Philippines is, so going on dates with the Filipino is like also going on dates with Pien. However, it’s bound to get competitive.
These little fights are nothing serious, but if you spend just a little too much time scratching Pien’s ears, Philippines is going to whine and drag you away from the tarsier to do something much more fun, and you look absolutely gorgeous today, he has got to snap a pic to remember it by. What do you mean, he takes pictures of you everyday? Well, he only takes pictures of beautiful things, yeah?
And in Pien’s case, take more than 3 minutes with Philippines and he’s gonna give you the most adorable, heart-wrenching sad eyes. Come on, he’s just a little tarsier, give him some love! You know you cannot resist him. And the childish cycle repeats.
Man’s got hundreds of Hetagram posts all featuring you doing literally… anything. Café date? Cute selfie with you. Playing games? He adores the way your face scrunches up in concentration and it’s going into his gallery. Making breakfast? You look dashing in that apron, how on Earth can he resist snapping a shot? Notice how he has to update his phone storage memory so many times after you two became official.
And if you’re human, he somehow takes even more selfies with you than usual. You chide him for the impulsive picture taking Philippines knows photos are great for making memories, and he wants as many memories of you as possible when you leave him to join everyone else on the other side.
SINGAPORE
An absolute gentleman, always with a cool smile on his face
Knows the best places for literally anything: lunch, sightseeing, shopping, amusement parks - heck, he even knows which store you should visit to buy a new toilet
Café dates, museums, aquariums - it’s all very elegant and classy, he’s always so knowledgeable about everything, almost like you’re living in a modern fairy tale (which to be honest you are, this is Singapore we’re talking about), and your dates are literally so aesthetic that you could post it on Hetagram completely unedited and it’ll still explode in popularity. You’ll have the smoothest experience on dates, as Singa’s all about that flawless customer service.
He isn’t trying to group you in as just another visitor in his life, though. Singa’s actually pretty insecure that if he stops being perfect, you won’t find him desirable anymore and leave him. Of course, he knows that you won’t do that, you love him, but the doubts still live in his mind.
As time passes, Singa gradually drops the façade and becomes more confident in your relationship, thus becoming comfortable with dates at his house. He knows that it’s a mess, so he always tries to clean up before you arrive, but it’s sort of useless because when you leave, the house returns to its original messy state anyway, because with you, Singapore feels comfortable enough to indulge in his less… socially acceptable desires, such as the mannequin soap operas.
Singa has at least 10 of these things stashed away in his closet, and he pulls them out to do a little makeshift fashion show with them for stress relief. It’s slightly addicting for him to do this every week, maybe a little too much because at work, his brain sometimes drifts off to the mannequins and starts making up stories for them. He also names them.
Malaysia keeps telling him that they’ll crawl out of his closet at night and eat him alive. Singapore claims that he doesn’t believe this, but the dark circles underneath his eyes says otherwise.
The stories change whenever he changes their clothes. For example last week, Clara just lost her fifth husband so she has to consult the detective Katherine to investigate the series of mysterious deaths. It turned out that Katherine herself was responsible for the murders, as she had blackmailed every single one of them then killed them off in oder to prevent the truth of Clara being the illegitimate heir to the Chinese corporation of- to sum it up, Singa can make a career in writing dramas, and he would love it if you were to join him in this strange hobby of his.
His mannequins are basically his emotional support pillars. He vents his frustrations to them and it’s free therapy for him.
The reason why his house is always so messy is because t’s extremely exhilarating for him to be hidden from the public eye and allowed to make a mess of everything.
Contrary to his only picking soft, upbeat songs on karaoke nights with others, Singa has a burning passion for heavy death metal, the more banging the better. He sings it to his mannequins every night, and if you’re willing to listen, you. Don’t worry, his vocal range is actually pretty impressive.
Also, Singa has a custom-made mannequin that has your exact physical measurements, and no, he definitely isn’t being creepy! See, it’s headless and only for him to try on new clothes that he thinks would look cute on you and to avoid your disappointment if the size isn’t right. This is how all the clothes Singa gets for you fit perfectly, he will take this secret to the grave.
a/n: i’m SO sorry for the inactivity lately, work has been killing me these past weeks, and my method of coping is aseanposting. also, i feel like these are more like what it feels like to be dating them instead of actual date headcanons, and sorry that thailand’s is so short because we don’t have much info on him ;-;
i may have gone overboard with singa and the mannequins, but also I just realized piri's whole selfie and picture-taking schtick would be AMAZING material for angst. maybe i'll post something about it in the future ^^
feliz aniversário! some short headcanons for portugal’s birthday!
Honestly, Portugal doesn’t expect much when it comes to his birthday. He used to be really excited when he was younger, but now things have changed, and Portugal only sees it as a reminder of how fast time passes. As such, he doesn’t celebrate it when the day comes.
Portugal simply lets the day play out, smiling and laughing in his usual relaxed manner. Look closely and you’ll see the smallest droop of his shoulders, that little cloud behind his eyes - no, he’s alright, thanks for asking! He’s just feeling a little melancholic today, that’s all.
It’s mainly up to you, England and Macau to make him celebrate his birthday, because no matter what anyone says, Portugal would put down all offers, insisting that it’s just a day like any other.
The job is split between you three, with Chen pouring his heart and soul into preparing the food and decorations, Arthur organizing anything he gets his hands on so that everything goes perfectly that night while you try to keep Portugal’s attention away from the surprise. It’s all extremely complex and intricate business because you all know that under his laidback demeanour, Portugal is very perceptive.
And he knows that you know. Portugal just keeps quiet just to mess with you.
It’s no surprise that he really likes talking and can hold a conversation for hours on end, so naturally, you latch onto that. However, just for today, Portugal will be one asking you curt and short questions only just to see you attempt some outlandish response as to why England hasn’t been sending him letters for the past few days, he’s starting to get worried.
Prepare a long, long list of subjects that you can use to distract him with because god will this man mess around with you so bad while wearing that innocent smile.
Portugal will have brought his phone with him specifically just to t̵h̵r̵e̵a̵t̵e̵n̵ ask you if he should call Macau because he knows that Macau and England are decorating the house with his favourite flowers. This man thrives on seeing your panicked expression as you try to beat around the bush.
When the hour finally comes, Portugal acts all shocked when he sees confetti thrown at him, the house decorated and a feast prepared. Wow, you guys all did this for him? This is amazing! …What do you mean he’s known all this time? No, this is completely new to him- okay, yeah, you got him. Your acting was really good though, could’ve fooled him!
Yet maybe that surprise isn’t entirely feigned. This happens every year, Portugal knows that but deep inside, Portugal is an insecure man, he feels like he’s weak and incompetent, so when he sees that people still cherish and care for him, he feels so… happy. This feeling of pure warmth and joy is something he doesn’t mind getting used to.
Portugal is just really happy that you all care enough about him to go all this way just to celebrate with him :)
France x america x englang, write whatever you want
frusuk domestic headcanons
pairing: france/england/america
content. fluff, romance
first request on this blog! i’ll go with domestic headcanons for this one, and sorry if it's not up to your expectations, i'm more used to writing reader inserts
A polygamous relationship, but a hella chaotic one. There doesn’t go a day where there isn’t a childish quarrel between two of them, maybe even three if the other one’s in the mood
Argument pairs include the two classics of France-England and England-America
If they live in a house, then France will obviously not let the other two set a single step inside the kitchen. America could be the exception sometimes, but England? Hell no, that British cooking is not getting into his kitchen for as long as he lives.
“Our kitchen, France.” “Please, since were you a communist?”
Of course, breakfasts are exempt from this rule, as an English breakfast is tolerable in France’s dictionary, and France is not an early riser so it would usually be England who prepares breakfast.
France ain’t complaining though, he gets to see England looking cute in an apron and avoid food poisoning.
America just eats everything his lovers prepare. Like, literally anything would do. France’s amazing, delicious, superb and delightful cooking? In his stomach, no questions asked. England’s yee-ass meals? Good food, he’s full, gonna wash the dishes now.
They have matching mugs. They do not know how it got in, probably gifts from friends, but they are now an important part of the household. Drinks are always divided in the mugs, and America refuses to get his coffee from anything other than his mug.
As mentioned earlier, France is not an early riser. He likes to take his time in the morning to ensure the day is relaxing and enjoyable, from the start to finish. This pisses England off because it’s nine in the morning, why the hell is he still in the bathroom!? The food’s getting cold!
The Frenchman’s bedroom is very aesthetic, right down to the curtains and cupboards, incorporating warm and light shades of gold, cream and brown.
Ornate mirrors, gold patterning, velvet and silken sheets - seriously, the guy even has a chandelier in his bedroom. He’s just that extra.
It would probably smell like the various perfumes he keeps in there and his own natural scent.
America’s room has a bookshelf filled to the brim with comic books, particularly the superhero genre. He’s very proud of the fact that he’s got so many original editions of comics.
However, France does not dare to look at America’s room as it is also filled with so much technology, from computers to monitors to tablets and mouse and speakers and good god, what is that mass amount of black worms tangled up together?!
America does not how to do cable management.
England’s bedroom is very neat, tidy and minimalistic. There aren’t many decors, documents are stacked neatly on one side of the desk, and his smart devices which are equally well-kept - macbook polished and charger tied in a neat circle. he also has a collection of books he’s kept throughout the centuries.
He prefers to only use them when necessary (even with his smartphone), opting to spend his time doing something else like reading or playing with his magical friends (or reading to them, it’s a good idea).
It saddens England to know that America’s in the room next door while he reads stories to his magical friends, as England usually read him bedtime stories every night before their separation.
Speaking of which, you can find the fairytale creatures all over the house, whether it be lounging on the couch or in the bathroom s̶t̶e̶a̶l̶i̶n̶g̶ applying France’s beauty products.
Sometimes, America has nightmares. They can range from reliving his trauma to nonsensical ones (his hamburger turning against him and chasing him). He wakes up in cold sweat and immediately thinks of coming over to one of his lovers’ rooms for the night, but swallows the urge to because of his insecurities - even if the relationship has been on for a while now, he doesn’t want to be seen as vulnerable.
Whenever they go out, France would stop the other two at the door and turn them back because good lord what are those outfits!? Not to worry though, he’s got them covered in the fashion department, and if they still don’t have suitable clothes they can always borrow from his wardrobe! Be quiet England, they’ll be fashionable late to the appointment, literally.
America’s health also gets better through a series of adjustments, discourse and explosive arguments (mainly the latter two) about the sheer amount of crap that’s in the hamburgers and milkshakes that he inhales daily. Even England is horrified.
The only time of day when England and France truly seem to be at peace (other than about America’s diet) is when they partake in daily afternoon tea parties. Sharing treats and the other kind of tea on the countries is very relaxing for the two of them, and lately America’s joining the tea culture with them, too. If only he’d contain his excitement and stop breaking teacups, though…
It’s hard to tell exactly who, as Seychelles is so sweet and friendly to everyone, but if you look close enough, you’ll see that she’ll get shyer around them.
The signs are subtle: the way her lips quirk up when she sees them, that extra spring when she steps and dances, how she offers to stay and help them even after her own work had finished
Seychelles would get even clumsier around you, hands fumbling and tripping over herself every second. Sometimes Seychelles is glad that her skin isn’t pale, or her blush would be so bright and visible that someone standing from outer space could see it as bright as day.
Whenever she’s with them, Seychelles feels like she’s standing next to the gate to heaven. It was beautiful and dazzling, it calls to the bottom of her very soul. Yet her hands are tied. She couldn’t reach out nor move a step.
It would take her a very long time to confess, or maybe she wouldn’t even confess at all. She was dull and clumsy and was only good for her singing and dancing - she was useless. Why should someone so amazing deserve to be stuck with her?
Whether if her crush chooses to return her feelings or to give their love to another, Seychelles would be there to support them no matter what.
HONG KONG
Hong Kong’s crushes are usually on people that he’s already friends with, and he doesn’t realize it until someone points it out for him. Those lingering touches and short silences between sentences? Yeah, he’s definitely got it down.
He loves how their mind and his synchronizes, the way theirs and his thoughts bounce off of each other, and it’s very comforting for Hong Kong to know that he could relax around them at all times. He’s known, laughed and cried with them for so long that he feels like he could always be himself with them.
He doesn’t need to choose his words carefully when they talk, Hong Kong knows that he could share every thought with them, whether it be his interests and hobbies or his feelings on Yao’s insistence on not letting him become independent
He’s a straightforward person but deep down, Hong Kong doesn’t want to lose his friendship with them. He’ll tell them one day, he says to himself, yet seeing them cling to his shoulder for dear life as they laugh uncontrollably at a bad joke he made, Hong Kong realizes that he can’t keep his feelings down for much longer.
LITHUANIA
This is a tough one. Lithuania doesn’t crush often, but once he does, he crushes hard. It might even last for centuries, especially when it’s one-sided (see: Belarus). He can’t help it, his heart can’t let things go easily, even more when it’s someone so beautiful yet so untouchable.
Lithuania definitely gets nervous, stumbles on his words, nods at everything his crush says and might be even more of a pushover than he usually is.
Like Seychelles, he tries to help them out as much as he can. Document overloading? Yeah, he’ll help them sort them out. They’re tired? He’ll cook and finish chores for them, they should go and get some sleep, he’ll be fine.
Lithuania tries to become some sort of figure for them to depend on, and that takes a massive toll on him. His schedule is already jam-packed with work, work, work, work, and even more work from trying to help his crush out? Lithuania convinces himself that he’s getting sleep every time he blinks.
The stress he gets from putting way too much on his plate worsens his already bad mental health, and everything just gets worse and worse and worse. It isn’t even the crush’s doing, Lithuania himself is the center of the problem.
Estonia and Latvia eventually notices the dark circles and greying hair. They ask Lithuania what’s going on, only to be pushed away. And it’s not Poland? They delved into investigation and all signs pointed to Lithuania pushing himself around for someone he liked.
A confrontation between the two Baltics and Lithuania’s crush is inevitable, even if Tolys himself denies everything that was going on.
Overall, Lithuania needs to get his shit back together before attempting to enter a relationship, but when he does, he is going to be the absolute best at courtship.
Stops you immediately, because he’s afraid that your teeth would get bad (which would if you keep chewing ice cubes!)
Arthur and his people have been stereotyped so bad that England doesn’t want that actually happening to you
He’d probably move all the ice somewhere else in the house to keep you from eating
England would also keep you from eating ice cream too because he knows you’ll chomp every bit of the sweet treat
“Not again, love…”
You froze as you looked at England, who saw you steal some ice he kept in the fridge (which he’d hidden in the closet out of all places) for the upteempth time. “I’m sorry,” you replied. “I can’t help it, there’s just this weird… craving to eat some ice, you know?”
Instead of the usual frown, England suddenly smiled. “A desire to eat? I certainly can be of assistance, then. You see, I’ve been trying out some recipes to improve my cooking, and you could be the taste tester. My recipes are much healthier than ice, yes?”
“…Actually, I think i’ll be fine without the cooking.” You put the tray back into the fridge and walked out, leaving a confused England in the closet.
RUSSIA
This guy joins you and would probably give you more ice to eat
Whenever he’s stuck in a snowstorm, Russia gets bored out of his mind so he’s developed a habit of eating the snow and ice he collected outside
Russia’s sturdily built so he’s got no problem with eating ice, but doesn’t really encourage you to because he’s worried about your dental health, so he only eats with you every once in a while
Crack-crack-crack.
You looked up from your bowl of frozen water. “Hey, Rus?”
“Да?”
“Why don’t we have an ice-eating competition?”
Russia beamed. “Of course, подсолнух! Let me get more ice.”
You smiled as he went up the the fridge and pulled some ice trays out. It was nice to share ice with someone every once in a while, you got pretty lonely from eating it alone. On another note, you didn’t really think that Russia would agree to an offhanded remark from you…
Russia came back and he set two massive blocks of ice on the table. He looked straight at you in the eye. “Let’s start on three, two, one…”
You could only watch in horror as Russia gnawed his giant ice block down in mere seconds.
Translation:
Да: “yes” in Russian
подсолнух: “sunflower” in Russian
