Suck It Losers!

I’m a very shy and misunderstood person. I don’t have friends, I never had a boyfriend and I’m barely noticed at school. But there was one person who comepleatly changed my life. We grew to be best friends and slowly I fell in love with him. But he died because of cancer and I never really got to tell him how I really felt. Sometimes when something uspets me (at school/home) I close myself in my room and cry in my pillow so no-one can hear. Then I imagine France, the country of love, comforting me and promising that he’ll send someone who’ll love me and take good care of me.

I would totally go shopping with Poland. He’s adorable and I need someone who would bash my choices for being inappropriate, or too appropriate.

I really want England to handcuff me to the bed and have some fun with whipped cream, all while wearing his sexy police uniform.

I kinda want to have a threesome with America and England. Having America's strength and England's sexy accent in my ear turns me on incredibly fast when I think about it.

Everything about Denmark gets my panties wet.

Me and my best friend cosplayed as America and Canada. I was America and she was Canada. Ive never been so attracted to someone in my life. Shes my girlfriend now and when we fuck, sometimes she calls me "America" and i call her "Mattie".

When I’m feeling sad, I imagine the whole FACE family cuddling me. France mutters sweet nothings into my ear. England calls me love, while Canada tries to give me something to cheer me up and America saves me from whatever made me sad.

Back in 2010, when I was first in the Hetalia fandom, I couldn’t stand Gilbert. I thought he was annoying and was pissing me off. Now in 2013 I’m in the Hetalia fandom again. Gil is by far my favorite character and I love him way too much. I even bought a red bandana just like his and wear it everyday all the time.

When i play pokemon i think of it more as poketalia because i imagine im battleing the countries  and i have a really deep relationship with 2p america because were both misunderstood..That and were both kinda violent. 

i well i imagine the hetalia charachers even my oc’s as my true family and friends because i don’t have any real friends who like me and my family just doesn’t treat me well,its like russia’s my big brother and so forth

Ever since I was a little boy, I have always loved and been proud of my nation, the Republic of the Philippines. Seeing our Flag, or mentions in international books, and singing the Anthem were among the many things that made my heart swell with pride despite the many problems Filipinos face. Now I put effort into speaking Tagalog correctly and far better than when I was younger, and teaching my younger cousins the same. As an older Hetalia fanboy, envisioning him as a [cute] guy about my age gives so many new meanings to the concept of “loving one’s country.” Being openly gay, when I think of him as another man–even if only as an idea (and not a canon one, at that)–stirs these feelings of devotion in me; that he is my beloved whom I will serve, want only the best for, and maybe someday, having that blessed honour of dying for. And I know this sounds weird, but this new way of loving him includes wanting to *ahem* “love him physically,” if you know what I mean. ;)

I understand how Ukraine feels now. D's are horrible to have. I can't cross my arms anymore or wear most shirts because of perverted boys.

I never get old with watching [AP Hetalia Girls] Matryoshka [MMD] [Miduki], because this video has the Hetalia girls is beautiful, sexy and cute outfits singing one of my my most favorite songs. It turns me on and makes me want to kiss all of them, expect for Wy who I only want to hug to death, because she's cute dancing with Liechtenstein up there. Now I want my set of mini Hetalia girls dancing on my desk.

I can imagine fucking and being fucked by all of them.

I want Belarus to eat me out and finger me until I climax in her mouth.

Whenever I’m truly upset or feel like cutting I always imagine Japan holding me close and telling me “It’ll be okay….You can trust me.” It usually helps until I realize that the character I love dearly isn’t real.

Whenever I’m upset, I like to imagine Alfred. Just us doing something together, even if it’s just talking. Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine we’re taking a walk in a far away place, or doing karaoke in a club. In the times I really need a friend, he’s just with me, giving me a hug and telling me everything will be alright, and that I’m not all alone, giving that bright smile he’s known for.