#hetalia content

[lemonerix]

hetadoodles :P

[renonv]

Watched Death Race 2000 and now I have a racing au in the works 🕴️BUT I MEAN ITS BEEN COMING

Part 2

[unhetalia]

I think Nations are generally stronger than the average human. If an adult male can carry up to 80kgs without too much difficulty, a fully grown Nation can do around 3x that amount, no matter their gender.

Alfred is an abberation in that he could carry animals that weigh at LEAST 400kg as a child. This has nothing to do with the US' status as a superpower because it's been that way since he was a child (and also because my headcanon doesn't connect the Nations with their countries in that way).

Without delving too deep as to why, I've always liked the idea of Alfred's increased strength coming with a few caveats -

1) As he's gotten older, his strength has acquired limitations it never had when he was a child - the main one being that using it requires energy. If he wants to be able to lift a car, he absolutely can, but he needs to eat a lot, otherwise his blood sugar will crash. Alfred eats a lot and constantly, and this is part of the reason (the other part is that food is delicious).

2) Alfred is so used to relying on his strength, it's become his weakness without him even realising it.

Alfred views exercise the same way most modern humans view it: he exercises to stay healthy. He hikes, he bikes, he plays sports, and if he thinks he's gained weight he promises himself he'll go to the gym (he doesn't).

Nations like Arthur, Ivan, Erzsebet and Gilbert - to name a few - who don't have super strength, hone their bodies into weapons with purpose. I love to imagine (for many reasons) a sweaty Arthur, hands wrapped in boxing gauze and wearing a tank top ... erm. Punching stuff. I distracted myself there. ANYWAY. They're incredibly disciplined about maintaining their skills and fitness.

Alfred is reliant on his super strength. If it disappears one day, he's actually a lot less capable of defending himself than he thinks.

[digital999placebo]

this will be my contribution to spamano content

[keiksy-cake]

Himaruya Bamboo Thicket Blog Posts Link

Hi, today I came across those super old blog posts from Hima on Hetarchive, many of which are apparently still left untranslated. Since I had nothing to do today, I decided to put them all in a doc in order and side-by-side with English translations. Since it's A LOT and I'm lazy, I decided to just put them through ChatGPT lol. It's still a work in progress, atm of writing this I've only done January-March 2008 lol, but anyway if you're interested, feel free to check it out:

I'm learning a lot about Hima like this honestly, like apparently he has ADHD? It's very interesting

And if you happen to know if there was anybody else who tled these elsewhere, please let me know! :)

[toadhaberkorn]

I cannot get enough of him, can I?

[jaynuu]

'And then I go and spoil it all

by saying something stupid

like, I love you'

[aphicelend]

soo I was bored last night and I wanted to draw some ocs I’ve see around here-

Maybe we have never talked(? But I enjoy their ocs content :>

Marco belongs to @chermice

Susie belongs to @sunnysssol

Violet belongs to @h-ayata

and yea I hope guys do you like them, now i *runs away*

[sunflowerpieivan]

I chose to be happy and made some potato pancakes for today’s lunch while no one home

Very beautiful photo of potato pancakes below

Maybe not so beautiful because I am not star chef, but my soul sings when I look at it

[f0rgetf0rgetting]

like the jorkin of the peanits

[novuit]

Something that goes through my mind every time this happens... sigh.

[zu-art]

Babies are really just vaguely human-shaped bags of rice.

[crepegosette]

behold a wip i probably won’t finish

unpopular opinion but I feel like SK is part of the awesome trio and they are called the awesome quartet actually

[azulsluver]

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄

tw. yandere, implied past-noncon, reader almost dies of hypothermia, implied sharing/poly(?), breaking bones, not an expert on frozen limbs.

even the snow brings you back to him.

It was his idea to leave you stranded in nothing but a winter coat and thick pants with boots. As cruel the punishment you knew Ivan didn’t want you completely dead. Your pleas for him not to leave you out there in the cold, the wind dangerously picks up the snow to fall on your pathetic head.

Left outside of the backyard of his large estate, with the windows and doors shut with a lock, you can only stare endlessly into the void. Ivan had left you attached to the bars of one of the gates, like some undesirable dog.

Your teeth gnaws and clatter against each other, face heating up to keep the blood flowing through your cheeks. It’s not long hopefully, maybe it’ll be soon for him to return. It wasn’t like you wanted to anger him, Ivan just doesn’t respect your boundaries. And you can’t stand it when he’s clinging to your side whenever you’re at reach, arms bulking and tight from all of those clothes. Makes you remember he’s a man who won’t have any problem snapping you in half.

The sky was still bleached in a gray-ish blue tone, staring up at the sky with no sign of life or birds passing by. Your nose is runny and your lungs are having trouble breathing warmer air, 40 minutes have passed and nothing.

How loose was the leash?

Fingers nearly numb thread carefully at the leash, you can’t really feel the leather unless you applied enough pressure. A ping of hope flares in your stomach, as your fingers curl around the old leash in a tug, a slight stretch to its polish can be seen. You kept pulling until the damn thing snapped, your body tumbling backwards down the pile of snow. It hurt still. Letting out quick huffs you scramble to foot quickly, unlocking the gate with feverish force.

It creaks loudly as you throw it open, boots crunching down the snow as you forced your body to move forward through the challenging wind. There’s fear rumbling in your chest, fear of what might happen if you gotten caught. You’d rather die in the snow than find out.

You didn’t have a plan on where you were going, you never ventured out this far from outside the yard. That’s the least of your problems at the moment, all you can think of is getting away from that place. Not his hands on you, or how the servants looked the other way to your cries. Not Ivan’s fake sense of coos in your ears, not his hands ripping the roots of your scalp.

A grunt leaves your mouth as you trip down a steep hill, bracing yourself by cowering your head and arms against your body. Snow engulfs your face, not melting as it stings your skin. You’re not sure how long you’ve been running, but your legs are screaming and burning for you to stop, any more movement had caused you to become delirious, the cold catching up quickly. Your throat feels clogged with how intoxicated the air was, getting harder to breath as you rolled over to your back. The right side of your ankle twisted, bruised with blotches that’ll appear any moment.

Nails dig into the soft yet solid snow, out of frustration your hands clench tightly. You didn’t want to die, if anything it should’ve been a cool death not dying from hypothermia. The cold doesn’t let you cry, your tears would be swallowed and dried as quick as it came. Oddly enough, you’re starting to miss your bed. Comfy, fluffy with fur that always felt warm.

“That looks like a face of regret. Are you done throwing a tantrum little one?”

It’s sick, his voice makes your heart drop to your stomach as you force yourself to focus on him. Half of his body is present, peaking near the cliff as he slightly bends to muse at your unresponding body.

“You didn’t run that far haha, I gave you an hour to flee yet you took the time to catch a cold instead. You weren’t always the brightest.”

In a blink, Ivan is cradling you. You aren’t sure how fast he got down from that cliff , but you couldn’t care, not when his hands slowly heat your cheeks to life.

But Ivan’s touch was never kind, his gloved hands press themselves deep into your skin, feeling the rattle of your teeth chattering together. Your face is shoved against his chest, his scarf heavily smelling of his cologne and a hint of copper.

“Maybe leaving you outside wasn’t the best idea…but that’s ok! I have other ideas on your punishment, this time don’t try running away. I’d hate to have you sick.”

His smile dawned upon you, his cherry attitude was nothing but a tempered time bomb. His hold on you tightens, making your hiss in pain as the sight of his mansion grows closer. Back to that forsaken place.

The roar of the snowy winds was kinder than him.

You solemnly look at the leash that laid on the ground where you left it, curling yourself deeper into Ivan’s hold as he hums a tune. The house itself is warming, making blood flow more easily as you pant greedily at the air.

“Little [Name] is so silly, shivering so cutely. Let me nurse you back to health ja?”

He sings into your ear softly, not noticing you’ve been placed on a bed. Your bed, and your wet clothes soak the sheets. Ivan plants quick kisses on your face, now suddenly hot. Your mind feels a little frazzled, wincing when he unties your boots and rub circles around your ankle. Noticing the bruise that blossomed on your skin, he presses his index finger down while his grip increases in strength.

Twisting it back into place, it leaves you screaming in pain, but your mouth can barely let out any proper sounds due to the throaty cold. Instead sounding like a gurgled mess, choking on spit that stings and coats your throat like acid.

Your pained whimpers don’t go unnoticed as he tsk’d softly, large fingers kneading the flesh, but not in comfort.

“You know, I have been too soft on you. Spoiled little thing, why run from a place that has a roof and feeds you everyday. Perhaps I should be more strict with you, Natalia suggest we start with a more proper approach, you must depend on us as we need you. So don’t make this harder than it has too.”

The name sends chills down your spine, your limbs try to move but the frost as completely wiped the energy out of you. Your fingers are numb to everything and all it touched, so even when Ivan held them with his. Your ears catching the cracks of bones. Flesh and small muscles fractured as he smiles kindly at you. Like you were beautifully even paralyzed.

[nsfhetalia]

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[hamletthedane]

For the record: I do not hold a secret position in Kensington Palace.

However, my former neighbor’s boyfriend is the scandalously gay grandson of Earl So-and-So (living in sin with the son of a Texas Democrat - the horror), and he liked my cancer theory so much he told all his fancy Oxford friends about it before the news broke, and they apparently got several very stern call from their fancy peered parents about where did you hear that and stop gossiping, it’ll get out.

So while I’m not a palace papers source, I did get Earl Black Sheep Jr. calling me at 6am this morning excitedly confirming that I was right about the third cousin once removed of his childhood friend having cancer 💀