#prussia x canada

[venjt]

Rewatched Hetalia and I had to draw me faves 😩💕 (Characters /pairs LOL) remember Hetalia?

[inkdheart17]

I would like to point out that this whole comic started with the lil joke that Deku and Canada had "red eyed gremlins"...What started as a simple double date drawing is now a comic of Canada being a menace and Deku learning from him

[whizzie123]

This is my first Prucan fic. I started it on A03, but decided to post it here as well.

Matthew was standing by his Uncle Allistor, who was at the helm. He was glad he convinced his father to let him oversee this in his stead. Matthew rarely left the house, let alone the city. He loved his father, but he was always kept inside to study and learn the family business while Alfred got to go out on trips with their father. At night, and whenever his father was out of town, he would sneak down to the harbor to see the ships.

          One day, the captain of a ship had noticed him, and upon learning that Matthew wanted to sail, taught him everything about sailing, including how to rig the sails. Matthew knew ships inside and out. Once, the captain let him sail the ship! They didn’t go far, but when they returned, he told Matthew that he was a natural. The captain also taught him how to swordfight and use a pistol.

          “Keep your eyes peeled boy.” His uncle said. “We’re about to enter the Pirate Sea.”

          “I will.” Matthew understood his uncle’s concern. Some of these pirate crews shouldn’t be messed with.

          “I know you will, but I promised your father I would protect you.” Allistor glanced at him. “It was the only way he would let you come. Otherwise, you’d be home with Francis, getting bad advice about how to court women.”

          “True.” Matthew looked out at the sea. He wondered what it would be like to live a life at sea. He’s thought about running off and becoming a privateer. “Francis may be a decent merchant, but he’s terrible with women.”

          Allistor chuckled. “You’re right about that. Sometimes I wonder why your father is friends with hi-” He was cut off by the sound of cannon fire and the ship rocking. They looked over and saw a pirate ship headed their way. “Fuck! Pirates! Man the cannons!”

          The crew immediately scrambled to their positions. Matthew started to move down towards the main mast to help loosen the sails to see if they could get away, but felt a hand on his arm. He looked back at Allistor, who shook his head, and motioned to the captain’s cabin. Matthew shook his head, and tried to pull away. Allistor waved his second in command over so he could take the helm, then drug Matthew to his quarters, and locked him in there.

          “Uncle!” Matthew yelled after him, but the cannon fire was too loud. He tried the door, and when it wouldn’t open, he started banging his fists on the door. After a couple minutes of banging, Matthew turned and went to his bed. He pulled a bundle of cloth out from underneath it, and unrolled it to reveal his sword and pistols. After attaching them to his belt, he went to the window, and climbed out of it, back up to the main deck.

          When Matthew pulled himself up to the deck, the first thing he saw was a man with snow white hair, with ruby red eyes. The man was standing on the taffrail, watching the other pirates fight his uncle’s crew. Matthew assumed this was the captain of this pirate crew, just by the way he was standing.

          He wasn’t sure how long he had been standing there, staring at the man. Something about him intrigued Matthew, and it both thrilled and scared him at the same time. A gunshot startled Matthew and caused him to look away from the man for a few seconds, and when he looked back, the man was gone.

          “Well, what do we have here?” Matthew spun around, towards the heavily accented voice. The man was still standing on the taffrail, but had moved closer. He hopped down and took a couple steps closer. “You’re a pretty little thing.” He pulled out his sword and flourished it. “I am the Awesome Gilbert Beilschimdt! Who might you be?”

          “I’m Matthew Williams.” Matthew had heard that name somewhere, but he couldn’t remember where, then it hit him. “You’re the Gilbert Beilschimdt! It’s so cool to meet you!” Matthew couldn’t believe that he was meeting one of the Beilschimdt brothers. He wondered if he could help Matthew escape his current life. “Do you think you can help me?”

          Gilbert moved closer so he was right in front of Matthew. “What can a pretty little boy like you need help with?” He circled Matthew, studying him from head to toe. “Judging by your outfit, you’re a merchant’s son, a pretty successful one at that, to afford Allistor Kirkland’s crew as escort.”

          “Please.” Matthew pleaded. “I’ve never wanted this life. My father rarely let me leave the house, but I used to sneak down the harbor, and was taught by one of the captains. I know everything about being on a ship, I can rig a sail, I can fight, and I’m a damn good marksman.” He pleadingly looked at Gilbert. “Help me escape this life. I would be willing to join your crew, but I’m completely fine with you dropping me off somewhere. Please.”

          Gilbert seemed to think for a moment. “I will help you, but you can’t just leave with us, it’ll look suspicious.” He put a hand on his chin in thought. “You said you can fight? Let me see you fight then.” With that, he lunged at Matthew.

          Matthew parried his blow in a split second. They parried each other’s blows and moved back and forth across the poopdeck. They were so evenly matched, it became some sort of dance between the two of them. They were so focused on each other, they tuned out the din of the fighting in the background.

          “Matthew!” Matthew looked towards the voice, and saw his uncle trying to fight his way towards him.

          He glanced back at Gilbert who smirked at him. Matthew subtly nodded at him, and they moved closer to the side of the ship. Matthew positioned himself so his back was to the water, and lowered his guard enough for Gilbert to have an opening. Gilbert saw it and slashed his sword against Matthew’s chest, wounding him enough to make it look like a fatal blow to others, but in reality, it wasn’t that deep. After wounding him, Gilbert pushed him off the ship into the water. Gilbert glanced over the side, and saw Matthew surface, then motioned his head towards his ship. Matthew nodded, smiling, then dove back under to swim towards Gilbert’s ship. Once Gilbert decided it was clear, he turned towards the battle, grinning when he saw that his crew had won.

          “Alright!” He yelled across the ship. That seemed to get everyone’s attention. He walked towards the crews. “We’re taking half of your goods. Any resistance, and we fire the cannons.” He stood next to his brother, and signaled for some of his men to start loading the goods on the ship. “As a message to others who dare enter our territory, we're going to kill half your men.” He nodded to his crew, and turned to return to his ship, with his brother following behind him.

[serenityinstone]

Feline Fiasco

Hetalia x Reader

This is written for a female reader but there isn't really anything specific that would suggest that besides a few references. If you want to read, I'm not going to stop you.

Also (Y/n) is completely uninterested in the countries for the majority of this, all she's interested in is the cats. This is way fluffier than anything else I've posted, which is two things, and this part is relatively America-centric because (Y/n) works for him. This is also way less quality work than those two posts but idk deal with it?

There is more to this but it's unfinished and I'll probably never post it. My friend also helped with the cat names so if you don't like them... uh assume that they chose them. One last note, I thought it would be funny to write the accents so you also have to deal with that.

As one of the many secretaries working in the White House, it was actually quite a surprise to you that you ended up as the main secretary to the human personification of the U.S.A.

Because of this, you had become quite close to Mr. F. Jones and more importantly: his cat.

You couldn't help but coo at the adorable and floofy feline. Sure, you should probably finish filing those papers, but national security can wait a few more minutes. Besides you couldn't resist the allure of the purr. It would be an understatement to say, when you learned that the other personifications also had furry friends of their own, you were excited.

America didn't want you interacting with the other countries, especially not Russia. But you honestly didn't care and you weren't the recording secretary for those meetings, so it's not like you were in attendance anyways. That somehow didn't stop you from having to tag along and meeting more nation cats; of which you weren't sure why they had brought them along in the first place. It's not like you were complaining.

Ball of fur after ball of fur. No cat went un-petted. Except for Germany's cat; he had evaded you time and time again. But no longer! For today was the last day and you were going to pet that cat if it was the last thing you did.

There it was. It's sleek black fur, the ribbon in Germany's signature colors around its neck, and that always alert look on its face. He would evade you no more. You crouched down in your very inflexible pencil skirt and prepared to pounce.

"Vhat are jou doing?" A voice thick with a German accent called out, startling you and the cat who decided to bound back towards him and into his arms.

"Uhhhh." You blanked.

"You're America's secretary right? Vat vere jou trying to do to my cat?" He questioned, eyes narrowing with suspicion.

You gulped and tried to explain your actions in a way that didn't sound absolutely ridiculous.

"I-uh. I wanted to pet your cat and… he kept evading me and I thought if I snuck up on him that I could pet him." You looked away and pitifully whispered, "Sorry."

"If jou vanted to pet him, all you had to do was ask."

"Really!?" Your eyes lit up and you looked up at the German with pure and unbridled excitement. He coughed and looked away with a slight blush resting on his cheeks.

"Of course." He held the cat out. You, with no hesitation whatsoever, immediately started to adore and love the cat, even shifting it from Germany's arms to your own.

As you continued to pet the cat, who despite his earlier refusal, seemed quite happy, you asked Germany a question. "My name's (Y/n). What's yours if you're willing to share? No pressure though."

His eyes widened a bit before he shook it off and gave you an answer. "Ludwig Beilschmidt." He responded, studying his cat. "Germouser seems to like jou."

You could barely stifle a laugh at the name he had given to the black cat. He sensed your amusement and gave an explanation.

"Feli- Italy named him. I vas going to name him Johann or something similar. Italy was zoroughly horrified by my suggestions and vould not rest until I vent vith his."

You smiled at the Italian's antics and shook your head with amusement. "Germouser is a fine name for an absolutely wonderful cat."

Germany seemed to get flustered again as he watched you coo at his cat, completely ignoring his presence. He would have just left him with you, but the meeting was starting soon and he didn't want to be late. Luckily for him, America decided to pop around the corner, demanding your attention. So you were forced to give up the precious kitty cat and return with Mr. Jones.

Alfred was annoyed. Not at you but at everyone else. Why did they have any right to be around you? You were an American citizen. His citizen. Sure, all you were really interested in was their cats. But what if you thought that they and their cats were so cool that you left him and went to live in a different country instead? He couldn't let that happen.

"So, (Y/n), dude, broette." He said on the way to the meeting room. "Here's the deal."

You gave him a look and raised an eyebrow.

"I need someone to watch Hero for me and my sitter flaked so you're gonna be watching him." He fingered-gunned at you and stars seemed to shine in the air around him. This, of course, was nothing new to you. It wasn’t like you would have rather been attending the meeting anyways.

So you stayed in a different unoccupied meeting room with a lovely, furry friend. It wasn't until he started hissing at a corner that you were in trouble.

"Hero, what's wrong?" You asked, concerned at the agitated cat. His tail bristled up and his ears flattened down as he took a defensive position. Out of nowhere another fluffy cat waltzed in from the very corner that Hero had been hissing at. It was Boris, a cat that belonged to Russia.

You hadn't actually gotten to pet him yet because to be honest, you were also scared of Russia. But… He wasn't around… and his cat was. And his cat was purring.

That was about all the reasoning that you needed to brush past Hero and scoop Boris up into your arms. The former started yowling for your attention and followed you as you went to sit down with the Russian cat.

You laid down on the plush carpeted floor and lifted the cat that you were holding up above you. Boris’ fluffy body was placed onto your chest and he immediately started purring louder once he got comfortable. He nuzzled his face into your neck, much to the annoyance of the American cat. Hero yowled at you and pawed at Boris, desperately trying to get him off.

Boris only gave him a smug look in return and kneaded into you, further solidifying his spot. Hero decided that it wasn’t worth the fight and that he was going to get his owner to remove the Russian cat and put him back into his mother’s lap: aka you.

The surprisingly smart and agile cat leapt around the room and pushed down the door handle, slipping out through the crack. You didn’t notice this as you were currently immersed in the bliss of a cat sitting on you and letting you pet it.

Eventually the purring lulled you into a peaceful and warm slumber, the two of you deciding to take a cat nap.

It would be Russia who found you first. Ivan realized that his cat had gone missing and he honestly didn’t care enough about the meeting to stay. It's not like anyone would try to stop him.

So as Hero bounded down the halls towards the meeting room, Mr. Ivan Braginsky came from the other direction; his sense of where his cat was at any one moment was completely uncanny.

The Russian gradually opened the wooden door and it quietly opened without any resistance. He turned his head towards where he heard purring and was met with a surprising sight. It was America’s secretary, with his cat, lying, with his cat.

You were breathing softly and the movements of your chest moving up and down also moved Boris. Ivan couldn’t help but faintly smile at the sight. Said cat opened a singular eye to acknowledge the new presence in the room. He flicked his tail and settled back into his spot. Not wanting to bother you or the cat, Ivan pulled out a chair and sat down. 

He pulled out some paperwork, seemingly from nowhere, and began to work on it. The sounds of your quiet breathing, combined with the light purr from Boris, made for a calming work environment. 

As the three of you remained in peaceful bliss, another kitty cat was running around the corner on the never ending search for food. Itabby trotted up and down the corridors looking for an open door that might lead to some food that didn’t come from England. Her golden fur glimmered as the sun shined through the many windows in the building. She looked over at a door that had opened slightly and was too blinded by the thought of food to notice the scarily familiar scent coming from the room.

Itabby scampered over to the door but screeched and meowed as she was sent flying by an American blonde and his equally irritated cat. She tentatively peered around the door at the scene forming.

“HEY!” Alfred yelled, startling both you and the cat. You shot up straight, Boris falling into your lap. “What are you doing with her?!” He yelled again, getting his face up into Ivan’s. The other man gave him an unamused look and stood up, towering over him. Alfred, despite this, did not back down and continued to stare angrily at him.

“Go away.” The white-haired male said, his accent heavy as he crossed his arms. “You have startled them with your unnecessary noise. You are just like the rest of your country.”

The air tensed and became heavier as the seconds went on. They began to size each other up as Hero, ironically, “heroically” walked proudly over to you and with his front paws, pushed Boris off of your lap. He quickly took his place and started purring. Boris’ fur began to puff up as he hunched down and prepared to pounce. His back legs flexed and he made the jump, sending both him and Hero flying towards their fighting owners, who were remarkably somehow not in a physical fight. Yet.

You very quickly realized that you did not want to be in the middle of  two superpowers fighting and quietly took your leave. (E/c) eyes met feline amber ones and you swept up the cat and made your escape, leaving behind the feuding men and cats.

Itabby snuggled into your arms as you finally slowed down to catch your breath. Her round tail whooshed back and forth as you tiredly walked through the long hallway. The two of you eventually ended up in the rose gardens of the meeting building. The area was well taken care of and beautiful if you did say so yourself. The meeting was taking place in England and Mr. Jones had told you about how the Brit enjoyed gardening, so it made sense as to why it was here.

Speaking of the British, you spotted a fluffy feline shape from the corner of your eye. It was deeper into the gardens and among the trees. Itabby finally decided that it was time to go and return to her owner. She gracefully leaped out of your arms and landed on all fours and trotted off to beg Italy for some pasta. You instead continued your approach to the cat, which at this point, you could tell was a Scottish Fold.

The left side of his face was brown and so was his tail. Alike to his owner, he seemed to have what you assumed were some kind of eyebrows and when he opened his eyes to look at you, his olive eyes stared into yours. He flicked his tail and layed back down onto the wall that he was laying on. His collar jingled as he moved and you quietly moved up to him. On the gold circle attached to the same olive color collar, was a name.

‘Scone’ You thought. ‘Oh my god. This is the most English cat name I have ever seen.’

You almost started laughing but the smoldering glare the cat gave you made you think otherwise. The stone wall was surprisingly cold for the summer sun and as you sat down, you took a look at Scone. He seemed to still be quite grumpy, but he knew you from earlier in the week, so he was not alarmed. You lifted up and moved your left arm forward to start petting him.

Scone was soft and clearly well-taken care of. His fur was clean and had no knots or dirt insight, despite laying around a garden for half a day. You continued your actions and the both of you started to fall back into slumber. Your hand hovered on the back of the feline and your head slumped alongside your body.

It was peaceful. With birds chirping and the wind lightly blowing. There was a river babbling somewhere in the background and it made for a serene scene. The only reason he had let you pet him was because you had fed him earlier in the week. He didn’t have his collar at that point so this was the first time you had gotten his name. Your eyes closed as you recalled the event from a couple of days prior.

The day after the plane landed you were on the hunt for felines. Armed with some cat food, a retractable mouse-on-a-stick and hope, you made your way around the building England had set aside for housing the rampant countries, and byproduct, their cats. France’s cat, Monsieur, was an absolute attention wh-. He really liked attention, and would rub himself against your leg anytime the two of you crossed paths. It’s not like France, or Francis, was much better.

It’s not like you minded petting him. He was adorable after all. The cat, not Francis. But you had wanted to meet as many other cats as you could and so you had to stop by Francis’ room multiple times to drop off Monsieur.

“Je suis désolé.” He said, taking Monsieur out of your arms. “He keeps getting out. But I guess he knows when there’s a lovely lady around.”

You ignored his attempts at flirting and instead scratched Monsieur’s chin one last time before leaving. He purred at you and while you felt bad about leaving him, you were on a mission! Besides, you had a certain Japanese cat to track down. Monsieur meowed at you as you walked down the hallway and if you didn’t know better you’d say so did Francis.

Either way, nothing was going to stop you from petting Tama, Japan’s cat. He was an adorable little black and white feline with the cutest little bob for a tail. You had actually spotted him earlier and was about to go up to him before Monsieur literally jumped into your arms, demanding attention. Of course you weren’t going to say no so Tama quickly left your sight as you went to return Monsieur. 

Wait, isn't Monsieur just sir in French? Oh well there was no time to think about questionable cat names, this building was full of them.

Monsieur wasn’t the only attention whore of a cat. Prussia’s cat, Purrussia, wasn’t much better. He would follow you down hallways and meow with his scratchy meow at you while Austria’s cat, Allegro, whined behind him. He literally tried to jump up at you a few times.

Of course both of them were interrupted when Hero ran straight at you and tackled you like a professional linebacker. You had thought that it was mostly fluff, but no, apparently Hero could pack a punch. He knocked the wind out of you as you fell backwards onto the tiled floor. The cat sat proudly on you and looked around like he was waiting for something or someone. Whoever he was waiting for, however, wouldn’t show up fast enough to see Purrussia return the favor and tackle Hero off of you, much to Allegro’s horror. 

The white cat had a German ribbon as well but it looked like it was fraying at the edges. The reason you were bringing this up was because Hero was currently using one of the edges to try to choke Purrussia and Allegro was using the other to try to pull Purrussia away from Hero. Neither was really working and all it was really doing was making Purrussia more and more agitated.

“PURRUSSIA!!!” A shrill voice yelled out from down the hallway.

The cats stopped their roughhousing to see two of the countries barrelling down towards them. Well Prussia was. Austria was slowly walking over, looking more inconvenienced than anything else.

“Purrussia! Purrussia!” Prussia reiterated, pulling his cat up by its arms. “Did jou vin?!”

Everyone but the two Prussians stared in disbelief at his statement. The albino feline furiously nodded his head and if he could have talked you would have imagined that he would have been saying, ‘I’m awesome!’

Hero angrily meowed down below, as if to oppose Purrussia’s non-verbal statement. Allegro just haughtily licked his paw and stuck his nose up as if to pretend that he was disgusted with their fighting as if he hadn’t just been a part of it. Austria picked up his in-denial cat and you picked up Hero who calmed down as soon as you did. 

“Sorry about him.” You said, brushing his unruly fur down with your hand. “He gets a little competitive.”

“Ja. It’s fine.” Austria said, petting his own cat. “Purrussia is not much better.”

“HEY!” Prussia yelled. “My awesome Purrussia is doing his best! And besides, at least he actually does something!”

“Jour cat picked a fight vith a vall (wall) Gilbert.” Austria sassed.

“Vell jour cat’s piano playing is trash!”

Austria gave a gasp of horror before inching closer to the Prussian.

“Jou take zat back, RIGHT NOW!”

Prussia just laughed, still letting Purrussia’s back paws dangle as he held him like one would a toddler. He got in close to the Austrian’s face, smiling deviously at him.

“Nein.”

He suddenly, while still holding Purrussia, took off, running away from Austria. He wasn’t far behind though and you could hear the man yelling in German all the way down the far corridor.

“Well Hero.” You said, looking down at the cat who had made himself very comfortable. “That was weird.”

He just snuggled closer to you and you sighed. You scratched him once more before heading down the opposite hallway. The destination was clear, before you could continue your cat quest, you’d have to get this one safely back to its owner.

You suddenly snapped back to reality, still sitting on the wall. The sun was now high in the sky and the spot underneath you was no longer cold. You were especially warm as you now had a Scottish Fold sitting comfortably upon your lap. Quietly cooing at the cat, you looked to see if there was any way to escape your furry prison. The most important rule of cats: once a cat sits on you, you’re not moving until they do.

You sighed, legs uncomfortably stiff. Scone was far more content and his bushy tail occasionally brushed against your leg. It was incredibly cute but it didn’t make your back stop hurting from being hunched over for the last half hour.

Voices came from farther within the garden. There were two people currently engaged in a soft conversation. You caught bits and pieces of it; there was a man with a British accent and a man with what you thought was American until you heard him say ‘aboot.’ You couldn’t help but snicker at your own observation, disturbing Scone in the process.

He scornfully meowed at you and you offered pets in an apology. Around the corner turned Scone’s owner and a man who looked incredibly similar to America. They both turned to look at you when the Scottish Fold you were fondling stretched out to impossible lengths and complained like a cat while he did it. England looked down at your lap to see his cat very happily cushioned on your thighs. The man next to him was also holding a cat who again looked very similar to America’s.

They were clearly different though. This man’s hair was more auburn and his eyes were a shade of impossible purple. There was also more of a wave to it whereas America’s hair was as straight as hair comes. Familiarity lit up in your eyes, not for the man however.

“Maple!” You exclaimed, wanting to go to the cat but also not willing to disturb the one on you. “How have you been?”

The men stared at you, wondering if you were talking to them or the cat. Of course Maple himself answered this as he jumped out of his owner’s arms and darted over to you. He gracefully climbed up the small wall and placed himself down by you. Scone was on your lap and he was nicer than Hero so as to not push him off. You moved one of your arms to pet Maple and kept the other on Scone. They were so cute you felt like you were going to explode.

“Oh.” A quiet voice spoke out. It came from the man behind England. “You’re Alfred’s secretary right?”

You smiled and nodded at the man. “And I assume that means you’re Canada, right?”

He looked a tad taken aback before nodding himself. “Yeah…” He trailed off and England instead picked up the conversation.

“I thought you were supposed to be watching his furrball cat, Hero.” He walked over and leaned against the wall.

“I was. But then he and Boris got into a catfight… and then America and Russia got into a catfight.”

Canada laughed in the background but quickly covered it up. England stared at Scone, looking to see if there was anyway to get him off of you without being scratched himself. He had enough injuries, that should have scarred had he not been a country, from the cat. He shivered a bit, though also began to pet the feline, scratching his under the chin.

“That sounds like those two.”

You hummed in agreement, continuing your affections. Canada also came over to pet his own cat who ironically did smell like maple syrup. 

“Can I make you the villain of this story?” You asked England, gesturing to Scone. “I do actually have somewhere I need to be.”

“Oh I suppose I can assume that role.” He mused, carefully picking up his cat. He was not happy to be moved but England just shushed him.

Canada also picked up his cat who was slightly nicer about the whole thing. He fidgeted with Maple’s ear as he held him.

“I’m Matthew.” He said, carefully shifting Maple so he could put one arm out to shake your hand.

You finished the formal greeting. “I’m (Y/n).”

The other blonde butted in from the background. “I’m Arthur, love.”

“It’s very nice to formally meet both of you. Seeing you from across a meeting room doesn’t really count.” You smiled and gave a small pat to each of the feline’s heads. “Well I wasn’t kidding about needing to get somewhere. I really didn’t mean to get stopped as long as I did.” 

You playfully glared at the Scottish Fold sitting comfortably in his owner's arms. He promptly ignored you, instead turning around cutely. England apologized but you told him it was fine. You were at least 50% sure that Mr. Jones was probably still fighting with Russia. Those two really were like angry cats. You waved the two men off and went on your way to find out the answer to that question.

Instead of coming across two feuding superpowers, you came across two of the Asian nations’ cats. You had already met them both but this was the first time you were seeing them together. Tama was sitting up high on a shelf while China’s cat, Meowzedong, was angrily meowing at him from down below. Everytime he tried to climb up, Tama would use a paw and swipe a book or other object down at him.

You flinched as a very breakable, very expensive-looking, vase crashed down. It was this movement that alerted the two cats to your presence and Meowzedong wasted no time at all to come over to you and complain. Now you couldn’t exactly speak cat but you got the jist.

Bending down, you carefully picked up the cat. Meowzedong always had a weird clump of fur that looked almost like a ponytail that, no matter how much China cut it, always grew back. He yowled at you and pointed a furry paw in Tama’s direction. The other cat had already loafed on top of the high shelf and you looked at him, back at Meowzedong, back at Tama, and then back at Meowzedong again.

“I don’t know how tall you think I am but I’m not that tall.”

Meowzedong just narrowed his eyes and meowed at you again. You sighed, looking back at Tama. If he had a long enough tail to flick it at you he would’ve. Sensing the futility of his quest, Meowzedong instead spread himself out in your arms and if you didn’t know better you would have said that he was mocking Tama. And if you really didn’t know better you’d say that it was working and that the bobtail was getting more irritated by the second. The personifications might have had to act cordial but their cats had no such qualms.

Finally, Tama de-loafed himself and gracefully hopped down a few other layers before reaching the bottom. He gracefully walked over to you and sat on your foot… Well shoot. What were you supposed to do now?

So here you were, from one cat prison to the next. Standing in the middle of some random, out-of-the-way hallway because the nations’ cats were all attention-hogging, though very adorable, brats.

You didn’t know how much time had actually passed. There was no clock in the hallway, you didn’t wear a watch, and both of your hands were occupied so you couldn’t check your phone. As cute as they were, your legs felt like they were about to collapse in on themselves. You couldn’t even shift how you were standing because Tama had taken it upon himself to lay across both of your shoes. Your arms also felt like they were going to fall off at any second. Meowzedong wasn’t a particularly heavy cat but try holding anything over five pounds for longer than five minutes.

You were desperately hoping that either they would finally get bored and leave or someone would come to save you. Wow you guessed you really did need a “Hero” right about now… Dammit you thought that referencing needing a hero in your head would magically summon America or his equally hotheaded cat.

“Tama. Meowzedong.” You murmured. “Can you please get off?” You hoped to whatever god or gods were out there that they didn’t hear the desperation in your voice. Never show weakness to a cat.

The two cats made eye contact with each other for a moment and seemed to come to an agreement. Meowzedong stretched his body out before jumping onto the ground. Tama did the same but instead greeted Meowzedong when he landed.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration if you said that you collapsed onto the wooden floor below. You quickly got up however as you didn’t want them to see it as another chance to sit on you. At least not right now. You pulled out your phone to see all of the messages and calls you missed. You had put it on silent while watching Hero and forgot to turn it back to vibrate.

‘Oh my god Mr. Jones called me twenty-three times.’ You thought, frantic. ‘I’m gonna be in so much trouble!’

You raced down the hallway, startling a group of micronations as you went. There was no time to apologize! You had to keep your job! If not for you then for the cats!

Not even thinking to knock you burst open the door where America was staying, side note why wasn’t it locked? And were greeted with the sight of!... Mr. Jones… crying? His cat looked pretty dejected too and was currently hanging himself off the side of the bed like a rug.

“Sir?” His head shot up to look at you.

He quickly snapped his head back away, mushing at his face in an attempt to try to make it seem like he wasn’t crying.

“(Y-Y/n)” He stuttered for a second, before immediately going back to the hero persona. “Where’ve you been!?”

“Are you okay?” You ignore him, instead asking your own question.

You titiled your body to look at what he was looking at… Was that a framed picture of you?!

It didn’t matter because he was very quickly all in your face again. You could see what seemed to be a rapidly healing black eye and a tooth that hadn’t fully regrown in yet as he smiled at you. Just how long was he fighting with Russia for?

You sat him down on his bed, considering if you should even bother getting a medkit for him. Either way you ended up spending the rest of the day with him, watching movies and sitting what you considered a good ways away from each other on the plush couch. He apparently had a nicer room in all of England’s properties from when he used to live there during parts of the year.

Hero filled the gap in-between you of which America was mildly annoyed about. He kept trying to get you to use ‘Alfred’ but you insisted that it was unprofessional. He’d close the gap one day.

[hetaliaimaginesin2022]

How would England, Prussia, and France react to finding out that their family member (America, Germany, Canada) has been secretly dating the reader, who's a long term rival

We love the drama

England • Arthur Kirkland

He doesn't care who or how many people America sees, it's not his buisness and he doesn't particularly want to know about his love life, so it wasn't exactly a secret you two had to keep closely guarded

Alfred also just isn't good at keeping secrets, so it wasn't long until other countries started to know about it

Arthur had actually found out through François, who had mockingly mentioned it during an argument with him

The news had caused him to pause

You two had quarls dating back to the swashbuckling days, two try hard pirate captains trying to dominate the seas, butting heads and physically fighting with each other in the process

So the idea that his brother is dating the person who got under his skin the most at one point was truly baffling to him

After the initial confusion wore off though, he was pretty indifferent about the relationship, not saying much other than the occasional snarky comment to either of you (but mostly you)

France • François Bonnefoy

When he found out about your relationship with his little brother, he was shocked

He heard about it through another country, one of your friends, who had brought it up in light conversation

A harmless "Yeah, they're dating someone now, I think they're another country, starts with a C maybe?", lead him to the realization that you could be dating Canada, an assumption that was later confirmed by Mathew himself

François was stuck somewhere between wanting to react in a petty manner towards you, and wanting to be happy for his younger brother, not wanting to hurt him for his own selfish feud

Ultimately tries to patch things up with you

The way he sees it is that he loves Canada, and since you mean so much to him, so he'll have to learn to like you

"At least it's not England", he tells himself

Prussia • Gilbert Beilschmidt

He was very hands on with the process of raising his younger brother, watching him grow from a young boy to a man taller than him, taking care to make sure he didn't have to go through the hardships he did as a kid

That being said, he reacts the worst

He's only a little bit upset with Ludwig for hiding it from him, but he's significantly more pissed at you

The feud between the two of you lasted for several hundred years, first starting as a military issue before quickly becoming personal, and while it died down after his country's dissolution, his frustration and anger with you came back with a fury

He was convinced that you had gotten his brother to keep the relationship a secret, and whether you did or not, it was his biggest point of contention

It would take his brother stepping in, pulling him from the situation to cool off

After coming back, he's not completely calm, but he's ready to have a conversation, and before he leaves the house, he lets you know that he's not exactly thrilled with you and his brother being together and gives you the "if you hurt him, I'll bury you" talk

All things considered, it could've gone worse

[simple-persica]

Dates from the stream! These were super fun to do and I think I'll save this idea for another stream :]

[roszabell]

UR A GUARD KID?????? idk why i would’ve never expected that…. anyways marching band au coming when??? winterguard au mayhaps???? 😈😈

HELL YEAH BABES!!! i marched flute in freshman year and then sophomore year and onwards i’ve done guard! i did it last year in college too!! not this year, but i do have a flag at home that stares at me..

oh you best BELIEVE i have an au, i need to draw gil with big glittery eye makeup a sickass outfit and a 6ft metal pole… i think he likes weapons best tho, like give him a saber and he’s WICKED

i think the tall, shy euphonium watches gilbert warm up on the track and prance around the field, harboring a fat crush on him…..i’d die for matt to go to gil’s winter guard meets and gil comes to his concerts, cheering each other on !!

[moodyglitchmoon]

If I had the countries in my texts messages what would I call them 🤨( Stole this idea from another post here on tumblr 👁👁)

- Hws America: 🇺🇸 Stupid quirk up white boy not goated with the sauce

- Hws England: 🇬🇧 Worst Dad in the world

- Hws France: 🇫🇷 Frog dad that needs to pay child support

- Hws Russia: 🇷🇺 Brother i wish I always had

- Hws China: 🇨🇳 EMOTIONAL DAMAGE

- Hws Japan: 🇯🇵 Man who send me green tea sweets & anime merch

- Hws N. Italy: 🇮🇹 Lasagna man (Fruity)

- Hws Germany: 🇩🇪 Sausage man (Fruity)

- Hws S. Italy: 🇮🇹 Zapp Renfro but Italian

- Hws Greece: 🇬🇷 Do NOT DIDDLE HIM THIS MAN HAVE A BUNCH AIDS

- Hws Spain: 🇪🇸 COLONIZER

- Hws Austria: 🇦🇹 * Classical music starts *

- Hws Hungary: 🇭🇺 Austria simp

- Hws Prussia: 💀Dead guy in my dms

- Hws Sealand: 🐣 Protect at all cost

- Hws Sweden: 🇸🇪 Pewdiepie

- Hws Canada: 🇨🇦 Husband of my life 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Disclaimer: my humor is broken DX

Canada, Germany, and Prussia with a friend reader who normally doesn’t drink all of sudden unironically going “two shots of vodka :)” with a vodka bottle (but it’s actually water because friend reader woke up that day and chose chaos lmao)

I uh tried with this one enjoy!

🍁🇨🇦 Canada 🇨🇦🍁

Y/N can be chaotic when they feel like it. Today was one of those days. Since it was the start of Senior year for them, they wanted to be a little wild and have some fun before they had to be a real adult and handle the mundane issues of taxes, bills, and more bills. So you dumped an empty water bottle into a succulent that you had on your desk. You refill it with Amsterdam peach vodka that only really college students would buy to create jungle juice. You took a long swig of it before getting ready for your classes.

“Ahhh!” The cheap alcohol burns your mouth and tastes buds as it goes down and leaves a slightly sickly sweet taste in your mouth. You ran to your refrigerator and chugged some juice to chase the bitter taste away. You shower and prepare for the first day of your senior year. You get a text from Matthew in the middle of your routine while you continue to take intermittent sips of vodka.

Matty: You okay? You know there are only 3omins left in class, right?

You: No, I’m fine I will be there soon.

You toss your phone into your bag and dashed from your apartment to your lecture hall. Leaving only 15mins left in the lecture anyways. When you finally arrived, you plopped down next to Matthew. You were winded and had no more oxygen left in your lungs.

“Easy y/n.” He whispered to you. “What in the world happened to you?”

“Nothing, bro haha. Just a mornin.~” Your words were slightly slurred. Matthew could even smell the alcohol on your breath.

“YOU CAME TO CLASS DRUNK?” He whisper shouted just slightly too loud for being so close to your eardrums. You flinch and move your head away from him so you wouldn’t suffer hearing loss.

“Heh. Yeah. I’m gonna have some FUN this year ahahhaha.”

Matthew tries not to roll his eyes, and you hear him grumble out ‘oh maple pancakes.’

‘Y/N wasn’t kidding when they said they were going to live by the rule: Carpe Deim. I wonder if my dumbass brother has something to do with this.’ To his surprise, you were already leaving the lecture after only a minute of being there. ‘Oh boy, they’re adamant about getting in trouble.’ Matthew packs his stuff. He had more than enough notes for today that he’d share with your tomorrow when you became sober.

“Why do syllabus week if all we do is sit there and listen to professors talk about what we can already read?” You say to no one in particular while you take another long swig of vodka. “CARPE DIEM!” You charge into the school's cafeteria with a concerned Matthew on your tail. Needless to say, he witnessed all of the havoc you created in the university and to others who have done you dirty during your Freshman and Sophomore year.

By the end of it, Matthew was able to get you back to his apartment, where he kept you safe and out of trouble until you were sober again.

“Y/N, I will never let you drink again.”

🍻🇩🇪 Germany 🇩🇪 🍻

“Hey, Ludwig, after Kaffeestunde, we should play a drinking game!”

“Y/N, that is the worst idea I’ve ever heard from a teaching assistant. Nein.”

“Oh, come on Ludwig let's have a little fun! After all, they’re all Master’s students, and it’s our final year in our Ph.D. programs. This is our year to shine let's have some fun come on! Don’t be a stick in the mud!” You playfully poke at his hardened and reddened cheeks.

“Alright, fine. But we have to STUDY first, then in the second hour, we can play your little drinking game.”

“I’ve got a perfect idea!”

Kaffeestunde am Freitag 16:00

“Alright, everyone, the game we’re going to play is simple: Were going to watch Goodbye Lenin, and you have to take a shot of Belvedere or a sip of Blaufrankisch (a type of Austrian red wine) each time you laugh. Understood?

Unfortunately for you, you had a sensitive funny bone that led to your undoing that evening. Ludwig had to carry you back to his apartment so that he could nurse you back to health.

“Y/N I’m never letting you drink again.”

🐥 Prussia 🐥

“Gilbert! Gilbert! Wait up, I have an amazing plan to have some fun tonight! I managed to copy the keys of one of the lazy janitors, and now we have unlimited access to the planetarium.” You have a wide grin that is adorned on your face. You couldn’t believe how easy it was to use a quick hardening clay to get the imprints you needed to create a new one.

He raised an eyebrow, and his crimson eyes scanned your face and body language for a few moments as he wondered what had happened to his normally calm and mellow friend to return. You were charged up like a hyperactive Pikachu that had discovered Red Bull. You were ready to charge!

“So with these keys at 23:45, we can sneak into the Planetarium once the Professor and his two underlings leave for the weekend. It will be su[er fun I promise. The shows that they put on for students are amazing I’ve been to a few of them, and I can tell you now. It’s worth the risk.” Gilbert’s muted skin still crinkled with confusion.

“Okay, if that doesn’t convince you then maybe this will.” You pull out a colossal bottle of Aromatique.

“Was zur Holle? Where in the world did you get that from?”

“I have my ways.” You pulled out a 5 ml bottle of Tito’s vodka and guzzle it within 5 seconds. Gilberts' jaw dropped.

“Y/N what in the world are you-”

“ I’m a senior this year, and I’ve decided that I’m going to be chaotic.”

And chaotic you were. You only lasted for an hour in the planetarium while playing Never Have I Ever, because you were drunk off your ass. He took you back to his apartment and kept you there until you were actually able to walk.

“Y/N, I’m never letting you drink again.”

[ionlysurviveoncaffine]

Update on my capitalia idea:

Instead of being the near same age as the country, their ages are closer to adolescence and late teens (15-19ish) since they age a lot slower than the average country. Also, they usually handle being spies and getting private information on dangers that could hurt the country. However only certain government officials know of that and they each have one to make sure the respective capital is safe. The countries (both 1p and 2p) do not know of them because of how obscure they make themselves, however they have interacted with them unknowingly.

[elymansss]

The thing that happenes to me with shipping is that the characters always have a match. And i just somehow know that they were meant to be together or how their relationship works

I have no idea why i think like this or what causes me to just suddenly think a ship is perfect- but it's pretty nice! Unless its a rare-pair or from a small fandom i suffer if that happens 🙂

[inkdheart17]

Bringing back an old shipping for #11

Yes I am still very obsessed with these two

[paperuniverse]

I find the Japanese heta fandom has more interesting names for ships so I decided to find as many as I could.

America x China - Gold Coin Pair

America x Lithuania - Coffee Pair

Austria x Hungary - Peaceful Couple

Austria x Switzerland - Edelweiss Pair

Canada x Cuba - Ice Fondue

Canada x Prussia - Bearbird

China x England - Good Tea Pair

England x America - Tasteless Combination

England x France - Nice Dover

England x Japan - Island-Nation Alliance

France x Austria - Rose and Jewel

Germany x North Italy - Flower Couple

Greece x Japan - Cat Combo

Japan x America - Crooked Combo

Japan x Taiwan - Chrysanthemum and Plum

Japan x North Italy - Salt and Pasta

North Italy x Holy Roman Empire - First Love Pair

Prussia x Austria - Oil and Water Pair

Prussia x Hungary - Chick and Flower

Spain x Belgium - Orange Waffle

[ilitiaforever]

Commission Prussia x Canada

[dangara2610]

Hard to do Crossover

Time to time, watching the lots of crossovers fans do about Varian with anything, I thought about one of the fandom I liked and spend lots of years in it

Does any of you knew about the Hetalia fandom ?

Humanized countries anime, before the creation of Countryballs and Country humans but after the old newspaper cartoons about each one nation spirit like "Uncle Sam" for the USA and "John Bull"for the UK?

(My mind playing easy and silly after a whole day playing difficult xD)

Varian and Hugo cosplaying France and England because I can't decide which one fits better 🫠😎🤓

Super silly draw ~ hahahhahahahah

(My mind playing difficult before that fanart)

I tried to find who in the Hetalia cast would be fitting for a role swap with the Vat7k characters, but they are so different from each other , even the similar things between them have to be pushed xD

Long time ago, my favorite fanfics and fancomics were "Historical accurrate" focused, but most the content was about romance , so I endup becoming a big fan of:

FrUK : France x United Kingdom

USUK : United States x United Kingdom

Usually along with "FACE family" Dynamic, France and England as parents , Canada and America as adoptive sons

Then , I got a more deep liking for England , so I would get any England x (any other country) material

As well for USA x (any other country)

Varian: From a germanic country, so we have some to pick between the very Germany, or Prussia, Austria, Switzerland, Lietchestein, Bravaria or Kugel Mugel, but most of them have a serious stoic attitude

Except Prussia, who likes to play funny, is clean and disciplinated , writing a lot for his journal so everyone can know about his amazing adventures and goals, high self esteem, able to play teacher/mother/father/older brother role to any who wants to take lessons from him or who needs him, during the manga pages (and anime chapters) about Industrial revolution, he and his lil bro showed great engineering skills and enthusiasm.

Hey, when we think about Rapunzel, we were taught about her Germanic origins, then on the Tangled making, there was a mention about how the team wanted Germany as main influence and a few of Spain influence , and maybe not lots of you saw it, but there was a fanart about Prussia and Hungary cosplaying Eugene and Rapunzel that got re-posted on most old Facebook accounts about Hetalia

So feels like Prussia role was already taken at the Tangled cast, as well, Hungary on her cannon scenes, used a frying pan as weapon too.

Next pick for a fitting role for Varian, it may be , America? I don't know xD , joyful, friendly, strong, innovative, but doesn't knows how to measure his skills or social contact so he endups pushing everyone boundaries or ignoring safety codes, loves heroic tales and wants to be the hero of the situation at sigh, too bad he makes exaggerated bad takes due to his inexperience.

England, either for Hugo or Varian

A tsundere who suffered social exclusion during his early existence, who fought all the way to stop being poor, forgotten and put aside to reach riches, glory and power, not losing contact with his magical paranormal friends, yet, having difficult times to accept friendship or love from others, facing betrayings as well, a little bit of low self esteem, trying to compensate with other things (as with aggression and search for more power), for innovation, he tried engineering but his ideas were too eccentric so he would end up laughed at for his impractical machines, yet, searching ways to improve.

I need to make this shorter so I'll skip talking about France

As well about China or any other asian country for Yong

Sadly for Nuru , there are very few African or Oceanic based characters, most of them on a sole official videogame of the series with not enough screen time on the show, yet, nice to search around the fanbase

Any way, find something for an "accurrate " role swap is difficult, maybe cosplaying would be the only thing I would fantasy about xDdDDDDdD

The only "legit" version for a Crossover of Hetalia and Tangled would be creating brand new OCs of each one of the locations in the map of this world, specially about the 7 kingdoms

Bayangor looks kin to any country from Southeast Asia , so I would pick Indonesia (the series got a femenine character sketch, but then, changed it for a male one, either way, just for the manga and not the anime)

Galcrest and Nesdernia would certainly be about native american communities, sadly, most of them are drawn as OCs for the fandom, no actual cannon characters

Pittsford and Corona looks germanic enough, hehe, we could pick similarities with other European countries

The Dark Kingdom gave hints about Scotland , so it's easier

Ingvarr, according to some post, was supposed to be Persian/ Arabic influence, as well for Koto, African influence, but is vague, and both of them, reversing the role of colonization, looking like ... O dear, I have to go.

And that's all, I have to go 🥭⛅🥭🌟🌳🌟🫧⛅🫧⛅🌳🌟🌀🌀🌻 thanks for reading 🪷🌠🏵️🌹🏵️🌹🏵️🌹🏵️

[coralcatsea]

Bonus: Ships I like in theory but don't talk about as often

✅✅✅ Definitely approve

✅✅ Like sometimes

✅ Like every once in a while

Russia x France ✅✅✅

Spain x Romano ✅✅✅

Prussia x Romano ✅✅✅

Prussia x Lithuania ✅✅

Prussia x Hungary ✅✅✅

Austria x Hungary ✅✅

Greece x Japan ✅✅✅

England x Portugal ✅✅

America x Prussia ✅

America x France ✅

Netherlands x Canada ✅