୧ 🌸⁺ softi loft ! ♡.

First things first, when requesting, make sure to be creative! It can be about bloody history or filled with fluffy scenarios with our lovely hetalians!

If your request does not reach the light of day I may have accidently deleted it, or, it did not follow the rules and thus has been refused by me. 

While I can write a bit of R-Rated stuff, their are are certain limits of genre’s to which I must state: No In//est (c), P//dophilla (e), G//re (o), Ab//se (u), and R//pe (a), P//lls (i), or S//at (c).

In the notion of AU’s, I am still new to the whole concept. And from that inexperience, they are not allowed. Yet. 

Admittedly, I have learned to love the more popular ships of Hetalia, but I can get uncomfortable with writing the pairs that I just don’t agree with. So to save everyone the trouble, no Canon x Canon.

Full on NSFW is not allowed, yet. But hints and headcanons of it are okay tho ;)

Remember that I do have a life outside of tumblr so please be patient in waiting out your request!

Kuro Honda: Wouldn’t you like to know weather boy.

Lutz Beilschmidt: I’m a beer and potatoes kind of guy lol. 

Luciano Vargas: Why don’t you come over and find out?

butterflies in the air 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮

“-and did you see how flustered he was at the meeting after Feliciano hugged him?” she gushed, “That was so adorable! But did you also notice when Matthew-”

“[name], sorry to burst your bubble, but I honestly can’t see the appeal.”

The girl quirked up a brow, ignorant to the way her friend was gripping his now crushed juice box.

“Well, obviously. It’d be pretty weird if you had romantic feelings for your brother. Unless, you're talking about someone else.``

Alfred straightened his posture, an alien feeling of anxiety showing red across his cheeks. This, [Y/n] had taken notice, and her eyes sparkled with delight as she scooted closer to the reddened American. 

“Aha! I was right!” she exclaimed, “I didn’t know you swung that way, but I won’t fault you for having feelings on some of my own crushes! Who is it? It can’t be Matthew 'cus you're brothers. And, I don’t think you’d ever be with Ivan since you two are like cats and dogs, and definitely not Kiku, because he’s my favorite, ehe...”

She was silent for a moment. But [Y/n] snapped her fingers in realization. “Oh! I understand now, you must have feelings for Feli-!”

“I like you!” Alfred admitted, his words pronounced like a promise and secret all at once. 

“I… what?” 

He raked a hand through hair in frustration. “Dammit [name], it’s already hard enough hearing you gush about other dudes.”

“I never knew Alfred. I’m sorry.”

Alfred’s eyes met hers, and she could see the turmoil behind its natural glow. But for some reason, he chuckled. “Now tell me, is the “I’m sorry” a rejection or an apology for playing with my heart?”

“It's an apology for not noticing sooner,” [name] replied, “Because, I’ve always felt the same way too.”

His heart stopped for a moment, then quickened in its beat. And this time, the curve of his lips turned genuine. 

“Humor me, why couldn’t you confess then?”

She bashfully looked away and said, “Well, because the crush I had on you felt more like an impossible dream rather than a possible reality, unlike with the others. That’s why I openly gushed over them so I wouldn’t ruin the friendship between you and I.”

“Don’t you understand? A hero can never be complete, without his number one side-kick.” 

𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗜𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘆!

America { Alfred F. Jones } - "So, lemme get this straight. . . YOU'RE SECRETLY A SUPERHERO?!"

After Alfred found out about your secret identity, you had to carefully explain to him that what you are, a magical girl, was far more complex than any simple superhero he's read about in comic books.

You fought dangerous, supernatural entities capable of ruining modern society. ("Babe, that sounds like the same thing-")

Once Alfred finally pieces together the similarities between the two, it might take a few more weeks for him to stop fanboying. He’ll say things like “Your guns are badass ☆(≧▽≦)☆” and “Wait a sec, how do you keep your dress so neat and tidy while fighting bad guys?”

If you're ever to come back home with a few injuries (or a couple dozen), Alfred does his best to patch you up. And while he doesn’t express his concerns verbally, you can spot the worry behind his cheery façade from a mile away.

The blond knows that getting hurt is part of the job (his life as a personification ain't exactly sunshine and rainbows too), but he won’t pester you to quit. Just give him a few kisses and affirmations, and he'll calm right down.

Japan { Kiku Honda } - “How intriguing! Please keep the death battles away from the house."

Kiku would recognize your dress instantly. As a connoisseur of anime's alike, he'll compliment the accuracy of your dress to Kurumi. Initially, it was pretty easy to trick him into believing that what you wore was simply cosplay. You even allowed him to snap a few professional cosplay photos of you for his collection!

But things quickly took a turn for the worst when, while he was cleaning your shared bedroom, he stumbled upon a secret tiny storage room (one he absolutely did not remember being there) filled to the brim with decorated semi-automatic guns.

Needless to say, he freaked out.

Kiku (on the phone, internally panicking): "[name]-chan, w-why does our walking closet have a secret room filled with pastel pink AR-15's?"

You (on the other end): "...Fuck."

By the time you came home, you confessed to the whole double life you've been living (fighting evil spirits, building bonds with other magical girls, and protecting society itself from supernatural forces).

Kiku took in all of that information rather well, all things considered.

He really would love to know more. About how magical girls came to be and whether what's depicted in most of the anime's he's seen is accurate or not. However, he would refrain himself from bombarding you with such questions out of respect.

Kiku may not know the ins and outs of what it is to be a magical girl, but fighting scary monsters on the daily must be rather strenuous.

Italy { Feliciano Vargas } - "Ve~ you're dress is so pretty- dio mio is that a gun Σ(°ロ°) !!"

May you please keep the guns away from him ߹𖥦߹ ? He really doesn't like weapons, or violence, or anything that can get him hurt. But Feliciano must admit, they do match your dress rather nicely!

"Gasp! You look a lot like those magical girls Kiku talks about!"

Once you confirm that you are indeed a ✨ magical girl ✨ he'll love listening in on the adventures you've been on and the foe's you've faced.

Sometimes, you'll catch him making cute doodles of you in your magical dress before showing them off to Germany or Japan being like "yep, that's my bella ragazza ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧" and them sighing but going along with him anyways.

If or when you come home stressed from a difficult mission, Feliciano will worry over you and try his best to support you.

"Let me help you out of your dress~ Wahh! nothing pervy I swear! ...Unless you want to-" you smacked his head (playfully).

Canada { Matthew Williams } - "You're a magical girl, eh? K-Kumajiro, wait! Don't touch that trigger-!"

At this point, spending most of his life around America has made Matthew desensitized to violence and utter nonsense. Adding magically cultivated blasts to the mix won't phase him (I think).

So, unlike the others, Matthew won't make a big deal about your identity and mostly be concerned about whether you'll come back home safe.

He'll call and text frequently, checking in on your whereabouts. And then next thing he knows, he becomes the uncertified "guy in the chair" who you can barely hear sometimes since he speaks so quietly.

It's usually Kuma who has to translate for him, but then Kuma will get distracted and accidently press disconnect with his cute bear paws.

i completely forgot this blog exists (O_O;)

i'm reading through all of my old posts and tbh i still think it's pretty good, if not, lowkey cringe 😅 but yk, what can you expect from the beautiful train wreck we call ✨️ Hetalia ✨️ ?

i'll come clean and say i'm definitely not obsessed as i was back in highschool. this blog was created around the time i was stuck at my lowest point and, as you can see, was quickly abandoned the moment life started to sink its sharp fangs into me.

i still love Hetalia ofc. i think about these silly little countries every day (albeit with my own twists for personal pleasure).

omg, thank you so much 🥹 that really means a lot <333

❝ ɪ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ɴᴏ ʀᴇᴊᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ❞ 

featuring: state of japan // kiku + kuro x country!reader

genre: routine, romance, angst, fluff, history - with some spice ;>

⁀➷ Mornings with Kiku and Kuro are peaceful. By the time you wake up, your senses would be filled with the calming aroma of boiling tea. And with your mind drowsy and yawning, you would smile and fall back down onto the shared cushions at the knowledge that the two actually brewed your favorite drink as a result of your mindless rambles.

⁀➷ Every time you were to speak to Kiku, he always looked you in the eyes. Expressing in his own subtle way, that you always had his attention. Kuro on the other hand, had a habit of avoiding your longing gazes and charming tones but would seem to have no trouble in recalling the meaning behind your words. Seamlessly memorizing all the smallest details, and keeping it in thought for the next conversation. 

⁀➷ When you finally work up the motivation to wriggle out of the comfort of the futon, you would head down stairs while rubbing away the sleepiness from your eyes. In the kitchen, you could hear Kuro and Kiku’s soothing whispers in their native language. [Kuro isn’t a morning person at all, but at least he compensates for the silent brooding by making breakfast.]  And while you couldn’t decipher what exactly they were saying, you enjoyed the sound of their voices nonetheless. 

⁀➷ Already, there would be a cup filled with steaming tea, waiting for you on the table. As you sat down and took a sip, your ears would perk up at the sound of the two men approaching, still enraptured on the topic they were talking about. Eventually though, curiosity would’ve had gotten the better of you and you would’ve asked, “What are you two talking about?” with listless amusement. 

⁀➷ Kiku, who was slightly better at English, would be the first to answer. He would explain that their meeting was cancelled due to a certain American’s realization that he accidently booked himself back to back. “That moron. . .” you would say in between fits of laughter. “I’ve only met him in passing, but it’s hard to think that he’s a world-superpower when he acts so silly all the time.” 

⁀➷ A long time ago, you would have never guessed that you would end up with these two and apparently, they were on the same boat. Back then, the most you were to each other were acquaintances but Kiku was the first to take notice of you. You were an isolated country and was forced out into the world by bigger nations like him. However, the difference between him and you was that you more fearless towards the unknown. Of course, he could still see the hesitance in your eyes whenever you interacted with nations like Britain or America. You were just as nervous as he was and yet you still smiled on.

⁀➷ For Kuro, he didn’t care enough to pay attention to you at the start. You were probably the most unlucky personification he’s ever met because you didn’t have a 2p. Which resulted in you being forced to attend both 1p and 2p national summits. But as these meetings tracked on with your presence, he would find his eyes drawn to yours more and more. Ultimately taking notice of how you would quiver beneath those narrowed eyes from the other 2ps. You were a nation just like them, but that didn’t mean you belonged. [A small part of him almost sympathized].

⁀➷ As time went on, you and Kiku would’ve gotten closer with him slowly developing feelings for you, and you staying oblivious until the very last moment. Underneath Kiku’s distant expression and formal words would be a turmoil of frustration and longing for you. You were known to be a naturally affectionate person, but you always strayed from laying a hand on him due to taking notice of Kiku’s discomfort whenever America and Italy would embrace him. 

⁀➷ He knew for a fact that it was his own fault from putting himself in this dilemma, but at the same time, he was too afraid to do anything about it. But everyone, even the ones who had the most self-control, had their limits and he had to speak to someone other than you to express his dismay. 

And that’s how Kuro finally came into the picture. 

⁀➷ Unlike most 1p and 2p nations, Kiku and Kuro would of had closer relations as they held similar interests and personalities which complimented the other. But regardless of how much respect Kuro had for his counterpart, irritation would still linger on. Your name was like a profanity. He was fine at first with his counterpart venting out his frustrations, but soon enough, every conversation became about you. About the way you smiled, the way you blushed and stuttered; he knew it all.

⁀➷ It didn’t help that Kuro had to see you on a daily basis. Seeing your face and your oh so awkward yet charming grin; it made his blood boil. However, for some odd reason, whenever you approached to greet him, all his malice laced thoughts would wash away like salted waters on sand. His resting scowl would immediately soften as you spoke to him about mundane matters and politics alike. Were you trying to be friends with him. . .? 

⁀➷ Truth was, no, not really. Back then, your goal was to be well-liked by the majority while also standing in the side lines. You weren’t one for the spotlight as it always blinded you from reality. So, you stuck to befriending the calmer nations, finding solace in the lack of complexities that came with befriending superpowers. Japan was by far your favorite nation. 

His 2p being hot interesting was just a bonus. 

⁀➷ “[Y/n]-chan, do you remember what you said to me before?” Kiku asked. 

You tilted your head. “Uhm, that you should grow out your hair?”

“Uh, no-”

“That your 2p’s kinda hot?”

Kiku’s face warmed with embarrassment. 

“N...No. It was-”

“What’s cooking good lookin’?”

“[Y/n]-chan, please, let me speak.”

⁀➷ It took a while for the latter to get the words out, but eventually. . .

“. . .I have feelings for you,” he said, his lips trembling at the notion. 

You were left speechless, your eyes instinctively moving to his lips. Slowly yet surely, you leaned in to kiss them still. 

“I love you too.”

⁀➷ From then on, Kiku and you became a couple, which was a relief for Kuro. He wouldn’t have to listen to Kiku’s mind-numbing rambles now that he was all focused on you. But as things slowly began to settle with the dust, the universe had to insult him with a sudden rush of emotions, and not the bad kind [which was oddly even worse]. Whenever he saw you with Kiku, in the budding garden, or deflowered beneath the sheets, jealousy would arise. But he would always refuse to acknowledge it. Kuro valued his honor and held high regard for his counterpart. And besides, what point is there to crushes when they’re already swept away by someone else?

⁀➷ Having Kuro as an extra addition to your and Kiku’s relationship took a long time, especially when both personifications of Japan are known for their lack of skill in communication. Things eventually escalated though, when you began to notice Kuro’s desired glances or the softened notes in his voice whenever you two came into contact. You brought this up to Kiku, and soon enough, he took notice as well (despite initially brushing it off in the long-held belief that Kuro had no interest in anything “love and romance.”)

⁀➷  “Kuro?”

“Hm?” He looked up from his painting, his ruby orbs meeting yours. 

“Do you like me?” You asked, your head tilted with curiosity. 

He scowled.  

“If you can’t figure it out by now, then I have nothing to say.”

“So. . .no?” 

“No.” 

“No as in yes? Or “no” as in no?”

“Yes.”

“What.”

⁀➷ You got kicked out of his room. 

And Kiku had to comfort you while you were busy sulking in the corner. 

“He treats me like I’m the bane of his sad existence!” You cried out. “What the hell did I do to him. . .?”

He sighed softly, “[Y/n], I assure you that you did nothing wrong. It’s simply that Kuro isn’t one to be vulnerable with his truer emotions.”

You pouted, your brows furrowing in frustration.

“. . .He’s a kuudere, isnt he?”

“I’ll go speak with him.”

⁀➷ After some gentle coaxing from Kiku, sooner or later, Kuro does end up confessing his thoughts and desires. Everything else fell into place after that ♡

Scenario: “How would America, China, and Canada react to a young superpower wanting to fight them?”

America { Alfred F. Jones } - “Hahah!! You must joking kid! You don’t wanna fight me.”

To put it plainly, America won’t take you seriously and will probably shrug off your “small” threats regardless of if your a superpower or not. 

But he still knows better than to keep his eyes away from a potential enemy. [Besides world domination] His main concern is to make sure his citizens are happy and untouched; toiling away with their lives without the threat of war. 

You mouth off, then congratulations: your America’s new oil target. 

Picking a fight with him personally is one thing, but threatening his people? That’s something he’ll make sure you’ll regret. He ain’t much of a fan in beating down the newer countries, though someone has to teach them a lesson.

China { Yao Wang } - “Aiyah! You younger countries are so insistent for power-aru. You should just be focused on maintaining what you have!”

*Sigh* The younger nations are becoming such a pain. He already has to deal with America and Russia’s antics on a daily basis and now, a new one wants to challenge him to a fight.

Unlike America, China won’t be as willing to throw fists with you. Instead, his diplomatic side will speak out to you. China will have no problem putting all those years of sweet talking emperors and empresses to good use. He'll make you see how worthless it is to go out and ask for trouble towards other countries. 

However, if your still persistent in wanting a fight out of him he’ll humor you. Just don’t say he didn’t warn you. Either on the battlefield, or one on one, it’ll be next to impossible to outwit him. 

The nation has lived too long, seen too much to not know the in’s and out’s of combat. Besides, it was a bad choice already to tempt China’s temper. 

Canada { Matthew Williams } - “I-I’m sorry, why do you want to fight me? Shouldn’t you ask America for this?”

Okay bro. Out of any country in the world—why do you want to throw hands with Canada? He’s like, the most peaceful nation you’re ever going to meet. That’s just inconsiderate. The poor man is already dealing with excessive loneliness and then the only time he does get noticed, is when someone wants to fight him?!

Not to say Canada is completely powerless, but still, he’d much rather have a good conversation with words instead of brawls. So please, don’t let your arrogance force this guy to fight you. Canada may not be as strong as his brother, but he fought in World War 2 for a reason. [He kicked a lot of ass during that time period]

Obviously that era of nation against nation is over for him now, so unless it’s purely in a matter of self-defense he’ll be reluctant to partaking in any sort of violence.

~ Allen F. Jones • Headcanons ♡

Allen’s motto is: “If your gonna do something dumb, be fuckin’ smart about it.” 

Which doesn’t grant much surprise when his close friends and family find out how much a felon he really is.

These days however, he makes sure all his stunts aren’t too common or deplorable for him to get tracked down and thrown behind bars.

Allen had learnt the hard way after Oliver couldn’t handle bailing him out anymore which resulted to leaning on Matthieu as a last resort to wrangle the shit out of him.

And the moment he left the prison with his brother in tow, not only was he half deaf from the yelling [in French and in English], but also a bit more bruised up than before he stepped inside.

Due to his many infamous feats in the law, Allen has become regrettably well acquainted with the cops who’ve been arresting him. So much so, that whenever he spots a familiar policeman on the street or in a nearby restaurant he’ll flip them the bird and walk by without a care. 

As if he isn’t disrespecting the people who can throw him in jail for the 50th time.

Allen has a strong New York accent. And added with his deep and somewhat gruff voice, people perceive him to be dangerous or dangerously attractive. [Allen’s fine with either or ;>].

He does enjoy shooting guns like Alfred, but enjoys short-ranged weapons as well. Allen's naturally gifted with any melee-weapons. Be it knifes, bats, handguns, you name it. 

His real specialty though, is hand to hand combat.

If or when he and Alfred get into a fight Allen can honestly give the latter a run for his money if weapons aren't involved.

After the first few years of introduction, things between the two were pretty rocky since both came from completely separate heritages and in turn, disagreed on a plethora of things when it came to running the country.

~ But turning to the subject of him and you, you probably first saw the latter during the dead of night. Sitting in a park where the streetlights limelight glow illuminated his form—or perhaps smoking less than legal substances in an alley way with a certain Chinese man.

You, living in New York, knew better than to hang out around alleys, have small talk with strangers and stick around longer than you should. Especially in this side of the city in the 1970s. So the most you would do was spare a quick glance and walk off on your merry way. 

When you first moved to Manhattan, you held a very general idea of what the city might be like.

Densely populated, filled with rude people, stoners getting high in the alleyways, hookers coming in and out of bars, overpriced apartments, and much, much more. Course, you understood that not every part of the city was terrible. But being street-smart was your best ticket in avoiding any trouble.

And after seeing those familiar red-tainted auburn hair with a certain cow-lick sticking up more than once, it left your mind screaming the words danger and leave.

Allen’s reputation was deeply rooted within darkest parts of New York, and while he hasn’t committed any serious crimes to receive the death penalty yet, it was best not to cross paths with the latter.

Or at least get on his bad-side. 

But you, being part of the unlucky bunch, has.

Having developed a sharp tongue since childhood, you obtained a nasty habit of insulting people in between sentences. All of it was purely involuntary as no one corrected you until much later into adulthood.

So you made sure to keep conversations short and to the point. To protect not only the other persons feelings, but the strain it took minding every phrase.

Allen one night, had walked up next to you after you were finally released from your job hours. When he saw you leaned up against the stone wall at behind the building and simply relishing in the icy air prickling your skin and cooling your fiery nerves, all of it lit a spark in his mind.

You were the the person he kept seeing. 

The poor soul that continued to make their way into his thoughts. 

So what’s the harm in trying to get to know you? But of course, the conversation doesn’t go as smoothly as he planned.

“Hey dollface, haven’t I seen you somewhere before~?”

Your eyes flicked over to him as you replied in a heartbeat,

Also, if you don’t mind I wanted to ask you about your favorite character? To write for and in general, heaven knows there’s a distinction lol

-Birdy

~ I’ll write about 2p America separately because theirs a lot of ideas and aesthetics I want to test out ♡

~ just lil ideas i have of mr. america :>

America { Alfred F. Jones } - 

Alfred does like knives, but honestly is more of a gun person. Not a lot of things can get this guy's attention yet the second someone starts talking about weapon-related stuff, his voice gets a tad bit higher.

A little while ago, he had a problem with picking up new hobbies. Going out to shoot guns [with the president] every once a week was all fine and dandy, but he was craving something more unconventional. So after a two-week heist of finishing all his paperwork and other nation-related duties a month beforehand, he went on searching for new things to keep himself entertained. 

And eventually, he did find an interesting hobby!

Apparently, he had an affinity for building electronics!! It first started off with small trinkets [turning chapstick containers into flashlights, making color-changing nightlights, etc] then it soon spurred into assembling computers and other machinery.

Personality-wise, Alfred is a genuine good person that usually holds the best intentions. But in the ways he attempts to input those morals—there isn’t always a positive consequence. 

He’s dense. Like really dense. And to make him understand a point, you have to state it plainly.

Alfred: Sugarcoating ain’t helping babe! Say it straight to me!!

You: Excuse me, I’ll talk as gay as I please.

Once he finally gets the idea he’ll apologize, no questions asked. 

For romance. . . he doesn’t have much experience. Sure, he was attracted to people in the past, but anything other than mid-level flirting became an absent zone to him. 

So while Alfred's open to have a relationship, it’ll take time to develop any romantic feelings. 

The first step is to grab his attention. Which means you’ll need to be on his good side. He’s nice to every country he meets, however, all of it is just clean smiles for show.

Dont hold this habit against him though! After being the No. 1 nation for so long, you pick up a thing or two on the genuine, and the greedy. So with every new friendship posed, don’t be surprised if he’s apprehensive.

Maybe gain a strong alliance with him, or ask genuine questions outside of business. It’ll help melt the ice. 

[Don’t trust him all the way in the beginning stage of acquaintanceship. The American is a kind person, but a world superpower nonetheless.]

Alfred fancy's people of the opposite personality [the quiet types] because it balances things out for him in terms of mood and situation. As said before, he’s dense as a brick wall. So he'll enjoy having someone speak out to him before he says a stupid or offensive phrase, that may result in a violent confrontation.

⁀➷ Featuring ~ [ State of Japan // Kiku Honda ]

Your eyes opened to the gentle morning light of the sun caressing your features. Everything to you was a haze from your body laid comfortably, on the futon you and your lover shared. With soft pillows accompanied with fluffy blankets, and the familiar weight of your lover pressed against you, nearly coaxed your will into sleeping in. But with tremendous effort, you forced the siren-like voice of laziness into dissipation as you slowly sat up. The blanket sluggishly wrapped upon you slid down slightly revealing your figure—barren of any clothing.

A blush enveloped your cheeks as memories of last night came flooding back. Your delicate skin was littered with hickeys and bite marks [particularly on your neck and thighs.] and the dull ache stemming from your nether regions up to your back became much more apparent. Rubbing your face in a fruitless attempt to rid of the flush settling itself on your cheeks, you positioned your legs to stand up.

Well you would've, if it weren't for the strong yet soft hand wrapped around your wrist. You yelped when you were instantly pulled down into your lover's warm embrace. 

You sighed and gave in, dropping your head onto the pillow.

'He's just too cute to be mad at.' 

Your lover gave a soft kiss on your forehead, relaxed in the comfort of your touch, to which baffled you to this day. When you first met the latter, he wasn't too fond of the idea of physical contact; always shying away whenever his friends [Italy and America] would try to envelop him in a hug. But for you, he didn't show any signs of distress and you must admit it was quite amusing. "Sweetie, I need to get up," you said in between quiet, lighthearted laughs.

He grumbled a little and held you more firmly, refusing to comply. "It's still early," he said, with his voice muffled from nuzzling into your hair. You smiled knowingly as your fingers traced the faded pink scars on his back. It was funny to see him short-tempered every once in a while. Course, you didn't mean anything ill from that simple amusement. Rather, you found lighthearted adoration towards his rare trip-ups of formality. Unexpectedly, you felt him peppering kisses along the side of your neck. Your breath hitching, with every press of intimacy.

He was straddling you now. "Koishiteru, so stay."

". . .You're not planning to let me go regardless of what I say, aren't you?" You questioned coyly, as your wrists were deftly pinned down on both sides of your pillow.

"Hai." 

Scenario: “How would the 2p Allies handle rejecting someone. . . cus they already have a girlfriend?”

2p America { Allen F. Jones } - “Welllll- fuck. Sorry babe, your cute n’ all, but I already have a girlfriend. But hey! Theirs nothin’ to be ashamed of doll, we can still be friends!”

2p England { Oliver Kirkland } - “Oh,, my apologies poppet. I already have a partner, and it is to our best interest I stay loyal to them!”

2p France { Francois Bonnefoy } - “Uhmm- *Yawns lazily* Normally I’d say yes, however, I currently have a lover right now and I kind of like what I got. Nonetheless, if something fucking horrible happens then I’ll hit you up. Or something.”

2p China { Zao Wang } - “Damn. Well that was unexpected. And I guess I’m an asshole for forgetting to tell you thattt- I have a girlfriend. I love you sweetie, really, I do. But sadly, my heart belongs to another. 

Imagines: “What is the 2p Axis Powers greatest fear?”

2p Italy { Luciano Vargas } -

The thought that truly terrifies him the most, is being used by someone he genuinely loves. 

It isn’t a surprise that Luciano is indeed, a flirtatious and charming man.

But he tends to stray away from truthful acts of romance due to the insecurity that said person is using him for his riches and influence. 

Which forces him to have half-assed flings and the occasional one-night stands in an attempt to fill some of the emptiness. 

That being said, once he believes he has found the right person who put in all the work to wedge they’re way into his heart Luciano’s insecurities would’ve melted away. 

So if he were to ever hear/figure out the falsities of his partner, the world would reverse back to where it started: Meaningless.

2p Japan { Kuro Honda } -

Throughout Kuro’s life he faced countless obstacles and burdens that could be defined as unbearable. Yet here he was, still alive and somewhat sane. Therefore, his fear would correspond with the notion of weakness. Being seen as weak, flawed, and powerless, was by far the most demeaning thing to him.

Stubborn as Kuro is he would admit, he experienced failure before. But then with upmost pride, he’ll state that whenever he gets cut down, he has the power to spring back up. 

It’s just the period of being at rock bottom that sticks with him in the long run. Despite how short the era might’ve been. 

Hence, being a perfectionist became ingrained in his personality.

2p Germany { Lutz Beilschmidt } -

Being taken away from his home never fails to scare him. 

To Lutz, it isn’t the location that defines a home, it’s the people who reside in it. 

His brother was the biggest factor towards this. Because he was the only one who raised him, and supported him without question. This especially hit him hard during the aftermath of World War 2; when Germany was split from West and East. 

The humiliation of losing didn’t even come close to the feeling of loneliness. As a result, he kind of. . . drifted for a while and became an irritable, melancholic husk of what he once was. 

No one came to his rescue—not even his 1p since he was all too busy. Until the Wall of Berlin Came crashing down, did he return to his normal self. 

America { Alfred F. Jones } - 

Due to being a little bit inexperienced in the realm of kissing, he can be sloppy at times. 

But he gets the hang of it!

America enjoys teasing you by nibbling your lip and or pulling away all too quickly. Which ultimately leaves you irked and yearning for more. 

But don’t worry, he won’t leave you hanging for long~

America is more than delighted to give back the affection you deserve. 

By peppering your skin with soft yet eager butterfly kisses. 

England { Arthur Kirkland } - 

He’s pretty good at kissing despite being a bit shy to the concept. 

His kisses are slow and loving, though he can get rougher and passionate if you request. But the next thing you know, his pirate side is showing and he isn’t holding back. 

Hope you have a scarf to hide all those hickey’s.

France { Francis Bonnefoy } - 

He is a master at kissing. 

This is not surprising; he’s literally the country of love. 

Enjoys kissing you often, and feels as if there's something wrong if both of you don’t kiss at least once a day. 

During the act, he doesn’t want it to become too sensual. He wants the feeling to be purely out of love and affection. 

So to show this, he holds you close, his gentle hands refuse to leave the sides of your waist. 

Your lips and his own, felt as if they were made for each other. 

Separating, only then to reconnect. 

China { Yao Wang } - 

Even if he prefers cuddles, he’ll still kiss you all the same.

He enjoys giving affection, but only from you. 

Who can blame him though? You're irresistibly adorable!

He makes a habit of giving you goodbye kisses for when he’s about to go to work and greeting kisses when he arrives back home. 

And by now, it feels so natural to him. 

Make-out sessions don’t happen often, but when they do it’ll be heavy. 

Russia { Ivan Braginski } - 

When he was younger he didn’t really experience a lot of affection, so giving and receiving endearment is pretty new to him. 

Regardless, Russia is overjoyed to be able to kiss someone he loves! 

His kisses are soft and innocent, and he loves having you sit on his lap when doing so. During the entire moment he’ll have cute blush of the sanguine variety.

But be warned: Do not touch his neck. 

He’ll be way more dominating and kiss you with a more sensual edge.