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hello from the asshat responsible for an scptalia au i'll update when i'm done with murderhusbanda
i know, i know, it's cringe.
So who wants to see my interpretation of putting hetalia characters in roller derby
OH YEA LEMME JUST
I made one of these cool things 🙏🙏 please take a look at it :) your response would be appreciated
HOW DO YOU COME UP WITH YOUR GODLY IDEAS. also what other hetalia ships do you like besides those in your fics
hello anon, thank you for the compliment, but i assure you that god has no hands in my ideas.
they're the product of the need to see something in the world, and when i write it it's usually good so! ye. though i can say i keep a masterlist of my thoughts (it appeases the inner doitsu. /ij)
as for my hetalia ships, i need to make my full chart, but back in the days of when i first joined i was huge on geritapan and fruk, but lately i've been big on spaus! hoping to write something for the latter pairing soon
I JUST HAD THE SILLIEST IDEA :D
Hetalia exists in the Hetalia universe, but wait, there's more.
It's made a very popular manga series because it's basically satire, but wait, there's more.
The comic gets animated, but there's this big debate on whether to include linguistic differences. Ultimately, the animation company is like "fuck it, dub everything in japanese" but wait, there's more.
When the english dub comes out, a certain nation gets interested in a new and fun idea. but wait! there's even more!!
The nations all come together and make a 'fandub' of hetalia, but everyone speaks their own language. It turns out not being so bad. in fact, it's the most popular in-universe version of the show itself.
i call this: HETALIACEPTION
REAL
Ivan and Alfred are made for each other but in a way that's to the detriment of everyone else within a 5 mile radius
*watches play entitled 'Radium Girls'*
Hahaha Alfred F. Jones but he ate radium and now he glows /j
The darkness beckons you to its grasp, claws elongating and waiting for you to step into their expanding range. One of the only things telling you that you're stuck is the liquid red at your feet, the distinct color of wine leaking into your clothes. The darkness continues its chant, and a bright eye looks at you with manic glee.
The cacophony finally coalesces into one sound, ringing loud and true into your ears:
"Ne ne papa"
You screech and throw yourself into the opposite void, but it's too late. You're already one with the dark mass. You'll be back. Eventually :).
IM BORED AND I WANNA WRITE SOMETHING please gimme requests.
Hey it's me. I'm sure you already know what I'm going to ask.
GerEng...and for the prompt...I'm currently studying for midterms and burning out so something about studying/working and getting burnt out?
Hello omg 😳 Gladly!
Have a lil... softness. :)
"A Brief Recess"
Feat. The silly little guys i guess B)
It was a boring day. A day so normal that an immortal nation-personification-representative would never remember it under normal circumstances. Though, the assembly was a thing to remember.
That's what Arthur believed anyways. It was so incredibly boring that he began to watch his fellow "delegates" during this day's boring summit, watching their bored faces scrunch in disapproval. Though, when his eyes fell on a certain man, he felt the boredom replace itself with a new feeling. One he tried not to acknowledge.
Ludwig, normally the most alert of anyone, looked entirely disheveled. His eyes were halfway closed throughout the current speaker's remarks, and his pen was clicked lazily throughout the whole thing. Even his hair, normally slicked back, was messy and a bit unkempt. That little ballpoint pen might have been the only reason he was still awake. One had to wonder how he had come to this point, but the answer was obvious: the man was working himself to death.
This was unacceptable. Not because he wasn't being professional, but because the exhaustion was further progressed than it should ever be. It was unacceptable because it made Arthur worried. Too worried.
Ludwig even looked ill. He looked like he could collapse at any moment. The sight was so pitiful that Arthur had to pity him, indulging his caring heart.
He raised his placard, labeled "England," and coughed to get the speaker's attention.
"Motion to hold a brief recess, fifteen minutes."
"Herr Kirkland," The speaker, Roderich, began. "We're an hour out from the end of today's gathering. Can't it wait?"
"What of it? It's not like anyone's listening to you, you've been going on about your finances in so many directions that I can't think straight."
"... Does anyone second this?" The Austrian asked, annoyed.
A few placards were raised, further annoying him.
"Any opposed?" He hissed.
Ludwig was the only one to oppose, at which Arthur shot him a glare. Not of anger, but of disbelief.
"Seeing a majority of seconds, the motion is granted." Roderich scoffed as he announced it as the host of this day's events. "Take your fifteen minutes already." He seemed a bit salty.
At that, Arthur stood and went to Ludwig's side, sitting right next to him.
"What do you want, you wanted time to rest. Go take it..." The German was unusually quiet as he scolded the Englishman. He sounded almost like he was whining, as opposed to a usual demanding tone.
"That wasn't for me." Arthur started, equally quiet for his sake. "It was for you."
"What-?" A brow raised was all Ludwig could muster.
"I'm serious! Why are you so disheveled? You look like you've just crawled out of the fires of the underworld." He had a penchant for exaggerating, but this time, it was true.
"I might as well have, I've been working all week." He rolled his eyes, staring back at Arthur.
The moment they finally made eye contact, Ludwig felt himself melting. Not because he was upset, but because Arthur was. It was as if there was an underlying care in his scolding glare.
"Have you even eaten?" Arthur asked, prompted by the way Ludwig sunk into the table.
"You of all people should know we can survive without-"
"Immortality be damned, you need food! And what about water? Or a bath?"
"Um.." It was at that point that Ludwig finally crumpled a bit, falling more into the desk. "..no."
"Bloody hell- I'll have to do something about that, won't I?"
Ludwig tensed.
"Calm down, I'll take you somewhere for dinner. Tonight. Actually, right after the meeting ends."
"Are you... are you sure?" In spite of everything, Ludwig blushed a bit. This was an odd way to be asked out. Especially considering the situation.
"Positive. For now, though, I'm going to get you a water. Stay here and rest your eyes, alright?"
"Mhm..." He didn't hesitate to lay his head down on the desk. In fact, he could barely resist sleep. And so, as the world darkened around him, he let himself imagine being held in the arms of someone he'd been admiring for far too long. Someone with emerald green eyes he could lose himself entirely in.
He opted to blame his heart for making his head hurt, rather than the lack of hydration.
Arthur left hastily, running to the nearest vending machine he saw and putting in a bill. Once he had obtained the water, he returned to the conference room, only to see that Ludwig had fallen asleep before he could come back.
Poor dear.
Setting the bottle down by the placard, he took his place at the table once again. In spite of the recess' end, he couldn't keep his eyes off of Ludwig, as if hoping to will the man into rest. Gradually, he noticed himself getting a little too hot for the room, his face burning.
"What is wrong with me..?" He asked himself, accidentally out loud.
All eyes were on Arthur Kirkland in that moment. The subject of the room's curiosity went red in the face.
"Bugger off, would you?"
Except, they didn't. Not even when the meeting ended, and Arthur went quietly to Ludwig's side to wake him gently.
A few words were audible to anyone who listened:
"Come on, love. It's time to go."
"But-"
"No buts." Arthur lifted the taller man out of his seat on his shoulder with considerable effort. "Christ, you're heavy-"
"Oh, I can stand-" Ludwig held his own weight, despite wobbling a bit.
"No, it's fine. Feel free to lean on me, actually." Arthur held his hand as they walked outside, taking a moment every now and then to check on the taller.
Ludwig looked a little less exhausted, which was good. He slowly got into a rhythm with his steps, signifying a return to the waking world. Of course, when he almost walked out into traffic, Arthur had to grab him.
Neither minded, though. Bar the scary experience.
"You alright there?"
"Less tired now..." His dull eyes betrayed him, proving his answer to be a lie. "Can we just go back to the hotel? It's on the way."
"Of course, but I'm still buying you food."
"You don't have to, I can-"
"Shush." Arthur continued to lead him until the reached the building of their chosen hotel. It wasn't a difficult journey, after all.
Soon enough, Ludwig was on the couch in his room. He breathed deeply, trying to relax.
"There we go... Is there anything in particular you want?" Arthur put a blanket over him.
"Bread... That's all I could want right now..."
"I understand. I'll be back soon, alright?" Without thinking, Arthur put his hand underneath Ludwig's chin, effectively holding his gaze up.
Both men blushed, silently staring at each other for a solid minute.
"...what did you say again?"
"Just- Go to sleep. I won't be gone long." Arthur tore himself away, headed for the door with a huff.
Ludwig put his own hand where Arthur's was now missing, smiling to himself. "Don't, uh... don't forget the key."
"What do you take me for? As a gentleman, it's my duty to remember such things. And as an ill man, it's your duty to rest."
"I'm not ill-"
"You fit the bill, now lie down already."
With a sad face, Ludwig followed the order, watching the Englishman leave.
Arthur left, still red in the face and struggling to make his heart stop racing. He thought back on his decision to force the assembly to have a recess, reminding himself of one thing: it was just a kind gesture.
Right?
It may not have been something Ludwig would have asked for, but it was something he needed.
Arthur didn't want to admit that he cared, but after his actions today, he may be forced to. It wasn't like he was trying to care, it just happened. "Curses..." was all he could say in response to his heart's foolish insistence upon making him blush for that self-destructive fool.
He didn't realize that he'd been distracted, thinking about Ludwig, until he was back at the doors of the hotel with some groceries in hand. Once the door was unlocked, he was brought back to reality, because reality was far more necessary to think about than his own heart.
Ludwig woke at the sound of the hotel door opening, blinking a bit. "Oh, it's you... Where am I?" He looked confused, but not scared.
Arthur chuckled. "You're in a hotel, and I'm back with bread."
"Oh, good... I'm hungry."
"Good, because that's the whole reason I went out." He smirked and set the bag on the counter. "How does sourdough sound?"
"Good... Don't try to toast it, though." Ludwig tried to stand.
"Don't you dare try to stand, you're supposed to be resting."
"Mm... Wait, but-"
"No sir. Don't you dare." He gave Ludwig a look.
The man was back on the couch in mere seconds.
"Good. Now don't you worry about a thing." Arthur walked back to the room, a few slices of bread on the plate, along with some butter. He sat down next to Ludwig, unintentionally curling up next to him.
"Is there a reason you're...?" The German put an arm around him nonetheless.
"No... But if it gets you to rest, I don't mind it." There were more reasons than that, but excuses were a comfort he tried to enjoy.
"Well, it's okay... I like it..." Ludwig started to drift off again, holding Arthur to his chest.
"I like it too." Arthur muttered. He let himself be held, relaxing as well.
Through the night, the pair cuddled each other. They slept peacefully, not even disturbed by each other's warmth. The soft rise and fall of each chest lulled them both into true rest.
The day had been boring, sure, but the night was gentle enough to remember.
I'm about to make good on an old ass promise.
Let's fucking go ✨
few rules before we get into this:
- Look up roller derby positions if you're confused, I promise it's not that hard to understand
- Consider this an au where the nations get put in a roller derby team... for some reason.
- I'm bad at coming up with roller derby names. Excuse the bad names. And get on with it.
- Nyotalia because roller derby is such a violently feminine thing
- am only gonna do the main group i consider immediately relevant for now but i'll add on later lmao.
America, AKA, Fried Freedom Fighter
Wanted to name herself something funny and this was the best she could come up with LMAO.
Based on the violently American concept of a fried oreo. but oreos wouldn't cut it. thus, this. Also, star themed attire no matter what.
Often plays the Pivot blocker. She will get penalized if he jams, so star passes are hell.
Canada, AKA Maple Skates
She was given this name by her teammates for sure.
She gets competitive as FUCK and will get penalized a shit ton, but she always thanks the people at the time out box for their hard work. She somehow always wears flannel.
Mostly a blocker, but will jam to get some shakes out. The shakes are real.
France, AKA Eiffel Power
Chose the name herself because she thought it sounded cool without leaning too far out of classy. Wears elegant ish things and elaborate makeup.
Lord, help you if you're trying to understand what she's saying during a jam. terrible communicator. on the other hand, she always lands apex jumps! gracefully at that
will not pass the star. just no. shes keeping that silly hat.
England, AKA Alice in Wounderland
It was either this name or Mary Choppins, and France told her that this was the more classy option. Not that class matters of course.
She puts her hair in braids and dyes them SO MANY COLORS its amazing i wish i could draw what my mind's eye says. very spiky and punk in style (well, not spiky, that could make gear penalties happen. studdy?)
Brace blocker, and she has trouble breathing when things get too crowded, but it's okay. she knows the team has her back :). (don't tell her i said that)
China, AKA Chi Blocker
In spite of this name, she is not often a blocker. lil zippy girl jams! /pos... but if she blocks, she does well enough
Joins England in the braids with colors club for a while, but she does red and gold. Also, she loves doing makeup with France.
fucking NYOOMS, even during downtime. She loves being active. Though she also complains about cramps the most. Hmm...
Russia, AKA Black Swan
She ABSOLUTELY was referencing the Black Swan in swan lake. dresses accordingly too. Goth girlie.
Out of everyone, she gets the most penalties. Usually forearms. Or high blocks (hitting people in the face). She's also known for having the only egregious penalty of the team, but denies that it ever happened.
Aside from that, she's an amazing player. In a vaguely friendly rivalry with FFF (America). also, she puts her hair in a low bun, and spends most of her time on her toe stops like they're pointe shoes.
N. Italy AKA Hasta La Pasta
COULD NOT resist the temptation. got the name idea from America. took it and ran.
Also in the braids club, but under the advice of Germany, only wears one so nothing bad happens. Other than that she wears a lot of fun color combinations. looks like a rainbow on wheels.
This poor girl cannot block for the life of her. well, she can, but she'll usually fall. Somehow, this ends up getting the other team penalties, so it's all good but she feels bad. besides that she's pretty fast.
Japan, AKA Killer Katana
Yet another victim of America's name choosing. She likes it though, it sounds fun.
Dresses plainly, but Italy can and will put her in fun makeup. There will be no lack of eyestrain.
In spite of her stature, she makes a good blocker. Known for her sprinting skills and offensive ability too. Can and will murder you (but also can and will apologize for it).
Germany, AKA Eisen Maiden
Was ALMOST a victim of America's names, but got the suggestion 'iron maiden' from England. Took it, made it her own, bam. Why is this her name? well, ask the ridiculous amounts of protective gear. She looks like she's dressed in armor.
Self-Proclaimed captain and rules lawyer. The only skater on the team to debate with a referee to date. That's a story for my ao3 drafts though!
Specializes in blocking, but is pretty well rounded. Makes sure everyone else is too. She usually leads warmups.
S. Italy AKA TomaTerror
How could she not reference tomatoes with Romano having a whole character song dedicated to the damn things? It's a reference to her face getting red in universe but come on.
Does not put up her hair. Dresses in bright colors, but like. menacingly.
She's almost as bad as her sister, but god damn it, if you piss her off you will forget what it feels like to have untorn hamstrings. Terrifying jammer, can't block for shit.
Prussia AKA RollerPaladin
She got the name from being assigned the archetype in everything possible. Just stuck roller on the front and made it so.
Joins England in the punk skater girl thing, but does not braid her hair. no, she puts it in a ponytail.
Blocker because when she tries to jam, she ends up falling on her ass and when she tries to pivot, she ends up getting the star pass (every damn time) and falling on her ass.
So who wants to see my interpretation of putting hetalia characters in roller derby
The council will now decide your fate.
OKAY SO I WAS IN THE MODEL UN RIGHT? Lemme tell you, notes we got in between committees were wild asf. People played tic tac toe, told eachother about screw ups other people made in their respective categories, gossiped like middle aged women in the presence of wine, all on paper.
Point is, this would ABSOLUTELY apply to Hetalia nations.
Imagine the nations just sitting around for a long time while they're gathered for a meeting of some kind and just getting bored. Everything's dull in politics land. But then, someone starts a game of never have I ever on paper. idk how it would work but it has some nations struggling to keep quiet while whoever's talking talks because someone unexpected has apparently gotten heavily intoxicated and committed five crimes in one night, then gotten arrested and needed to be bailed out by the gov.
your norway and iceland are so cute🥺 now look what you done! you do realize we're gonna need more of them now right????😤
Behold; baby
so we highkey need more of this
Matthew Williams. The 8th G8 member. Hiding somewhere in this school. Watch out for him.
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fellow residents of hetalia hell i have something intriguing to hook you up onto, especially if like myself, you reside in the home of this goofy mother fucker
it's called welcome to the table, a series by Ben Brainard on tiktok and yt, and if you've grown to like personification metaphors i think you'll love it. it's mostly a comedy, satirical and all, but the guy who makes it is super cool and just.
yeah <3
I promise I meant no ill will also same hat! I love that comic!
Well someone needs to change (pfps) /j
I was thinking the same a while ago when I first noticed but by now I think it’s fun :D
been thinking about the Hetalia 2ps lately. mostly schematics because like are they evil or just intense?
like what are they? do they exist on the same plane as the 1ps or do they have their own world?
do they exist within the 1ps like some kind of weird sealed away forces, only to be thrust out of containment when the container is injured or overly stressed? (i.e. whatever Naruto/That Guy from Jujutsu Kaisen had going on?)
Are they just the regular nations of another universe out there that's more dangerous and difficult to live in, hence the need to fight for your life?
Are they the assassins to the 1ps diplomats? Secret operatives kept even more under wraps because of their brutal nature, or not even nature because they were conditioned to be like that? Do they envy the 1ps for their peaceful lives?
Fuck. That last idea was actually cool. I've gotta write now ;~;