#transtaliaweek2020

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Transtalia Week 2020

I hosted transtalia week last year in June, and I thought now was the perfect time for a reprise so I’m hosting another one from April 12 to April 18

Rules: @ this blog and tag your post as transtaliaweek2020 oh and I read and look at all the fics and art and I would very much not like to read or look at inc*st. You were all really good at not posting that last year and I’d like to keep it up. Thank you!

Edit: I originally had the date from a week from now (March 30) but I have been informed that there are two other events next week so I changed it to two weeks from now. I apologize for the inconvenience!

Prompts

April 12: Shopping

April 13: Puberty

April 14: Childhood

April 15: Not Being Accepted

April 16: Fantasy

April 17: Pets/Animals

April 18: Free Day

[xerophytis]

hehe quick doodles but hehe transtalia week @the-transtalia-blog

April 14

Prompt: Childhood

hehehe aussie and zea :DD!!

[linkinaboxx]

Day 7: Free day - Alternate timeline. Alfred + others live with the Nordics during the viking era. Where Alfred is accepted with no hesitation and grows up confident. 
@the-transtalia-blog The children giggled as they walked threw the house. 
“Kids!” Finland called out as they passed the living room. 
“Hi Dad, Pops, uncles.” the Vinland twins and middle child greeted and the youngest cooed. 
“What are you doing?” Finland asked amused at the poor attempt to hide the middle child’s twin brother, who they most defiantly helped get this far north of his own home down south. 
“Just going to our bedroom, Pop” The eldest smiled trying to hide his uncle’s ax behind him. 
Denmark had to cover his mouth to hide his snickering at his nephews as his own son sat as his feet playing with his own toys. Iceland rolled his eyes and puffed out his cheeks. Norway spotted his own magic book in the hands of the younger of the Vinland twins. 
“a’right…” Sweden hid a smile, “d’n’t hurt yourselves,” 
“Ok dad!” they all giggled as the ran toward their room, thinking they got away with their plot.

[shirakinnie-moved]

Hi this is kinda late lmao but anyway so this is for day three of transtalia week on @the-transtalia-blog the prompt was Childhood so I drew Alfred and Pennsylvania! Penn made Alfred his first boys clothes when he was but a child and he was super excited about it!!

I was also gonna do a cute drawing of young Rome and Germania but I didn't put any effort into it so I decided to scrap it 😔😔 might redraw it someday tho

[transgermany]

Transtalia Week 2020

Day One: Shopping

Characters: Aph Germany & Aph Italy

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Ludwig always had trouble picking out clothes. 

It wasn't his fault! He needed bigger men's clothing anyways, and he had no idea how to piece together a proper outfit, according to his brother. 

It was so intimidating to go into stores too. No matter how well built he was or how masculine he seemed, he always felt like he was being stared at. Like everyone knew his closely guarded secret. 

But he needed some new clothes. Everything he had was falling apart or was too small. Of course, he didn't mind growing out of clothes. That just meant his hormone treatment was working. 

He silently looked through the shirts hanging on the racks, yawning a bit. Well, now he was just bored. There weren't any people around and every shirt he looked at was some bland color or was half his size. And he did not care for that "one size fits all" bullshit. 

Maybe go by material? That usually helped him make judgement on clothes. 

Certain fabrics would drive him crazy, making him feel uncomfortable when they touched his skin. Maybe he was sensitive? Oh well. 

He pulled a nice, long sleeves grey shirt off the shelf, humming a bit as he rubbed the fabric between his fingers. Nice and soft, like most grey shirts. He glanced around before smiling as he rubbed it against his cheek. Very soft, very good. Just perfect. He folded the shirt around the hanger it was on, smiling softly. 

"Oh you do that too?" A soft voice chirped from beside him, Ludwig nearly jumping a few feet. 

Beside him stood a man almost half his size. A bit on the chunky side, with dark skin covered in a galaxy of freckles. His hair was a beautiful shade of brown with red highlights and bright golden eyes that made Ludwig's heart stop. 

"Sorry! Didn't mean to scare you! I thought I was the only person who tested how clothes feel like that. " He said with a gentle laugh, his voice containing a bit of an accent that Ludwig couldn't place. 

"I-I… I just… I wanted to make sure it felt right… " Ludwig cursed his stutter, fumbling a little with the shirt in his hands. This was too much. He didn't think anyone would be here, why did someone have to be here, this guy was pretty cute though-

"I do that too!! I like the silky stuff, but these shirts are always nice! I'm Feliciano, what's your name?" The man didn't seem to notice Ludwig's struggle, happily talking away. It sort of helped Ludwig, at least a little. 

"I'm uh…. I'm Ludwig… "

Feliciano linked their arms, tugging him over to another section. "I'm telling you, you'll really like these. They're a lot softer, and don't mess with your skin-" Feliciano babbled on, squeezing Ludwig's arm and smiling when he squeezed back. 

Maybe Ludwig should go shopping more often. 

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Day Four: Not Being Accepted

Ft. A very nonbinary Downtown AU Shiv

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Prompt 2: puberty

Emil realizing he’s ftm

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[xerophytis]

ah yeah Transtalia week baby @the-transtalia-blog

April 13: Puberty

Aph Monaco just looking at a mirror acne time :”)

shes also mtf B)

sorry for the ugly night gown i forgot how to draw

also extra doodle of seychelles and monaco being gorfrens

[linkinaboxx]

Hero said to give your spine a rest, obey the kitty Alfred, kitty knows best.

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[xerophytis]

this is for the Transtalia week 2020 :DD

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April 12: Shopping

Belarus just buying clothes vibing

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During the revolution Alfred was very worried about passing during the war scared of what would happen to him if anyone found out about the fact he wasn’t born a man.

So what did the former twins of Vinland do to help their dear little brother? They commissioned a garment to keep his chest hidden and with the combination of Jeffery’s magic Alfred passed with out a question.

Alfred cried when he learned what his brothers had bought him, he tresured ut dearly

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Jeffery(North US) uses magic to help little Alfred keep his identity a secret.

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“AMELIA” England yelled after her but Amelia already neared the top of the cliff. She pulled her self over the cliff edge and ran into the forest.

Hopping over the river and finally collabsing under a tree, Amelia cried as her name wasn’t Amelia.

His name was Alfred.

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[shirakinnie-moved]

Shopping

I wrote a fic for transtalia week I’m hosting on @the-transtalia-blog and the prompt was Shopping! I’m thinking of posting this to ao3 and ffnet but I need to think of a title first.

"How do you do that?" Alfred asked. 

"Do what?" Aldrich asked as he picked something off of the shelf and inspected the price. 

"Wear your hair like that?" 

Aldrich gave Alfred a confused look. "I'm just wearing my hair in a low ponytail. I don't understand what you mean."

"Before my transition, whenever I wore my hair like that I looked like a founding father," Alfred pouted as he put a jar of jam in the shopping cart. "We need this."

Gilbert laughed. "You looked like a what?" he asked. 

"A founding father. I looked as if I was ready to fight the British and write the Articles of Confederation," Alfred said. 

"I don't know what that means," Aldrich said as they started to walk down the aisle again. 

Alfred groaned. "I mean, I looked really weird before my transition. Don't tell me you didn't look weird before your transition."

Aldrich sighed and stopped. "Alfred," he said, "I grew up in the eighties, and I was punk. Of course I looked weird."

"You were punk?" Gilbert asked. "I can't imagine that."

Aldrich raised an eyebrow. "Haven't you heard the music I listen to?"

"No," Gilbert said. "Is it punk?"

Aldrich looked Gilbert in the eye. "I listen to Green Day."

"I would like to see pictures," Alfred said. 

"Yeah!" Gilbert exclaimed. 

Aldrich rolled his eyes and continued down the aisle. "What else do you need for food?"

"First of all, I want pictures, and secondly, we need rice," Gilbert said. 

"Will you eat the rice?" Aldrich asked, ignoring the first part. 

"Yes," Gilbert said, "but Alfred doesn't know how to cook it."

"Yes, I do!" Alfred exclaimed. "Who said I can't? Was it Elena?"

"Me," Gilbert said. "I've seen you try to cook rice before, and it's sad."

Alfred pouted. 

"But, yeah, Elena also said you can't cook rice," Gilbert said, smiling. 

"That was a secret I confided in her," Alfred said. "I trusted her, and she betrayed me."

"Alfred, it was about your ability to cook rice. It's not like she told me of the bodies you've buried," Gilbert said. 

"She told you about those too?" Alfred asked. 

Gilbert became silent and Aldrich raised an eyebrow. 

"I'm just joking! Come on, you guys," Alfred said. "Let's just get our rice so we can get out of here."

"Sounds good," Aldrich said. 

They collected the rest of what they needed and made their way to the self checkout. They scanned all their items, and Aldrich paid. 

As they were walking toward the parking lot, Gilbert said, "If you're not going to show us pictures of you when you were younger, then why don't you tell us about what you were like?"

Aldrich sighed as he thought about his life when he was younger. "Well, for starters, my parents wanted Agnarr and I to be good, Christian children. We used to go to church every day and they wanted me to wear dresses all the time so of course we rebelled. It started with Agnarr growing his hair out and me ripping up my dresses. We also stopped going to church.

"You can imagine how angry our parents were. They tried everything they could to get us 'back to normal.' They even hired a priest to do an exorcism on us."

"How'd that go down?" Gilbert asked. 

Aldrich smirked. "We really fucked with them. We pretended to actually be possessed. My mom cried so we stopped."

"Holy shit," Gilbert said. "You never told me about this."

"I didn't?" Aldrich asked. 

"You've told me none of this."

"Well, I'm telling you now."

They reached Aldrich's car and started to unload the groceries. When they were done, Alfred ran to the passenger door and jumped in. 

"Hey!" Gilbert said. "That's my spot!"

"You have to sit in the back because you're cis," Alfred said, smiling. 

"You heard him," Aldrich said. "Trans men get to sit in the front."

Gilbert rolled his eyes and got into the back. Aldrich was the last to get in. 

"Okay, now that we're in here, continue your story!" Alfred said. 

"Where was I?" Aldrich asked as he started the car. 

"Exorcism," Gilbert said. "You made your mom cry."

"I got into a big fight with my parents after that," Aldrich said. "They told me and Agnarr to leave and never come back."

"You got kicked out?" Alfred asked. 

"Yep," Aldrich said. "We barely made enough to get by, but we were getting by."

"Damn, how'd you guys reconcile?" Gilbert asked. 

"I came out as trans, and I thought they deserved to know," Aldrich said. "My mom cried again, but she just hugged me and said she missed me. Our relationship after that was tense, but not more than it was before.

"Agnarr and I spent our time beating up transphobes. My parents would, of course, scold us about it. They didn't understand any of what we were doing at all. They still tried to get us to go to church until we told them we were pagan. They were furious, and our dad kicked us out again."

"Damn," Gilbert said. "How many times were you kicked out?"

"We got kicked out one more time after that when Agnarr hospitalized some transphobes who tried to commit a hate crime against me."

"That's fucked up," Alfred said. 

"Yep," Aldrich said. "We traveled after that. We drove around the country, and Agnarr almost got arrested when we went to Canada. That was fun."

"How did you turn into this boring man who teaches high school German?" Gilbert asked. 

"Because I then met Hans who then manipulated me and forced me back into the closet and forced me to stop being punk. That was the least punk thing I've ever done," Aldrich said. 

"Abuse doesn't make you any less punk," Alfred said. 

"Yeah, and you kicked Hans out and that was pretty punk," Gilbert said. "And you still fight transphobes."

"Thank you," Aldrich said. "That means a lot."

"No problem," Gilbert said. "Now how about we go home so we can teach Alfred how to cook rice."

Aldrich chuckled as Alfred groaned and said, "Fuck both of you."

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Kenneth(south US) helped Alfred a lot during the time where Alfred was growing up more rapidly.

Kenneth: “See? You look just like a boy, dear.”

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[transgermany]

Transtalia Week 2020

Day Two: Puberty

Characters: Aph Germany & Aph Prussia

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 One thing Ludwig was proud of was his voice. 

Ever since a young age, even before the idea of people like him existing was considered, he could get his voice really deep. Or at least, believably deep. 

It was probably something in the family. Even Roderich, who technically wasn't related to them, could deepen his voice enough. He decided that maybe everyone in his family just had naturally deep voices. 

He started taking hormone injections at the start of the 21st century. He noticed small differences. Things like his body filling out in different places, hair growth, a little bit of acne here and there (he didn't exactly like that last one, but at least it meant everything was working). He could deal with the side effects. 

He didn't hear about all the side effects. A little too excited to finally change everything. So, of course, he got a little surprised by one of the changes. 

The meeting was long and torturous. Ludwig had to sit through nearly three hours of people talking and arguing and fighting, just so he could speak. He was already exhausted and the stares as he slowly stood up didn't help. 

He shuffled through his papers, scanning the page with narrowed eyes as everyone calmed down. He hated that they did that when it was his turn. They didn't even do it out of respect, just fear. 

"As you may know, things are a little.. Low, as of late, but I believe that-" He stopped, interrupted by France and England bickering at the end of the table. "Hey. Will you two-" The arguing didn't stop, only growing louder and making the others antsy. 

"Stop it!!"

Everyone froze at that, staring at Ludwig incredulously. 

Ludwig stood still, an unwavering, emotionless pillar. 

'Did my voice just crack?? What the hell?'

He thanked whatever God was out there that nobody could hear his thoughts. 

After that, everybody listened to him, probably waiting for his voice to crack again. 

When he got home, Ludwig couldn't help but grab Gilbert's arms, hugging him tightly. 

"Wow! Westie, calm down. " Gilbert laughed nervously, not used to seeing his brother like this. "I haven't seen you this excited since you realized you could get your voice deeper than mine-"

"I know!" His voice went up again, making a more squeaky sound that made Gilbert's eye pop wide open. 

"Oh my god!! Holy shit, that's your voice!!" Gilbert nearly screeched, grabbing Ludwig's face with both his hands and shaking him. His face then fell for a moment before he started laughing. "Oh my god- Your voice cracked at the meeting, didn't it?"

Ludwig's heart dropped at that. 

"Oh no. "