Hetalian☆Imaginations

(Thanks a lot! Also I actually wrote France’s twice because I forgot that he was in both FACE and BTT)

France/Francis Bonnefoy: Tell him something he doesn’t know. France always knew that French was the most beautiful language of all, but hearing his s/o tell him that, France felt his heart swell with pride. He already used French quite a bit in his daily life with his s/o, but knowing that his s/o liked it would make France double, or even triple the frequency, to the point where his s/o would have to start learning French properly to understand what he means.

America/Alfred F. Jones: America would cry. Like actual, loud, ugly crying. Although he always acts like he doesn’t give a damn about anything, being criticised by pretty much everyone you know for your accent and ‘bastardisation of the English language’ for, say, 200 years did hurt. For someone to actually like it… America couldn’t hold his tears back.

Canada/Matthew Williams: Canada would turn adorably red. He wasn’t used to compliments in the first place, and hearing his s/o say something like that made his heart swell. He knew that the languages he used didn’t originate from him, but his s/o even liked his own accent. Regardless, he’d have to thank France and England later.

England/Arthur Kirkland: England would freeze up, whip out his phone and demand that his s/o repeat word-for-word what they just said. After that, literally everyone he knows would receive a voice message from England, along with the caption ‘THE TRUTH’. And that’s when everyone regrets not blocking his number.

Prussia/Gilbert Beilschmidt: Considering pretty much everyone else in the world has described his language as sounding like ‘drunk gibberish’, Prussia would pick his s/o up and swing them around in joy and pride. Then he’ll call Germany to brag for the next 20 minutes.

Spain/Antonio Fernández Carriedo: Olé! Spain would celebrate this momentous occasion by whipping out a flamenco guitar and singing to his s/o as loudly as possible. Even if they were in public. God knows where the guitar came from, really. Sweet as the gesture may be, nothing is romantic when you’ve got an entire street of people staring and laughing at you. Before Spain can continue onto the third song, his s/o would drag him back home.

(I’ve been reading a lot of Agatha Christie lately and I feel my writing, or at least dialogue, is becoming more like how her characters talk)

England/Arthur Kirkland:

“Seriously, dear, what is the matter with you today?”

England was puzzled, to say the least. He had just returned from a lovely visit to the country of Seychelles with his beloved and took the opportunity to introduce them to his fellow nation, that is, Seychelles herself. Yet for some reason, his darling had been in a bad mood since then.

“It’s nothing. I’m just tired.”

With a face that said that it was, in fact, not nothing, England’s lover turned their back on him. Said Brit nearly pulled his hair out in frustration.

“Sweetie, look at me. I know that something is bothering you. And I’m sure you know that I won’t know what exactly it is until you tell me. So let’s sort things out together, alright?”

England saw his partner’s shoulders droop slightly. He grinned to himself. That meant that he had got to them.

“I… Well… It’s just…” England smiled encouragingly as they took a deep breath.

“Seychelles is so pretty, and kind, and friendly, and cute, and she’s a country who works together with you.”

Ah. England got it now. He took their hands and squeezed them tightly.

“Dear, you are the most amazing, beautiful, adorable, smart, lovable person I’ve ever met. You’re the one I chose, and you chose me too. Yes, Seychelles may be pretty, but she is nothing compared to you. I only love you.”

(I tried my best I’m so sorry)

Spain/Antonio Fernández Carriedo: Spain is the (self-proclaimed) king of cuddles. Where? Anywhere! When? Anytime! Ask Romano, he suffered a lot from this when he still lived with Spain. Spain especially loves cuddling while lying on the grassy fields, the sun shining gently down and the wind tickling his hair. Most of the time, this leads to him falling asleep right there for, say, three hours. Then his boss comes and kicks him to work.

(I live for the hetalia characters being the best parents ever)

America/Alfred F. Jones: America was the definition of embarrassing dad. Even before the performance, he had been promoting his daughter to literally anyone and everyone. He came with banners and a ‘I LOVE MY DAUGHTER” t-shirt as if he was a hardcore fan watching their idol’s last live performance ever. When his daughter went on stage, the emcee couldn’t even announce her properly because America’s cheering was way too loud. So when his daughter absolutely slayed up on stage, America was so proud his clapping and cheering constituted around 50% of all the noise in the auditorium. He practically barrelled over a few other parents to get on stage and sweep his daughter up into a bear hug.

“YOU DID SO WELL I’M SO PROUD OF YOU MY BABY!”

“Thanks, Dad, but um could you put me down? Also, I’ll have to apologise to Tom and Jessica later for you almost trampling their parents.”

“Whoops.”

England/Arthur Kirkland: England did not have much trouble speaking in front of a crowd. After all, it was all a part of his job. But he did remember when he was younger, he hated speaking to even the leaders of his country, let alone the people. So he did know how his daughter felt. Before the performance, he would do his best to calm her, by playing gentle music and stroking her head, amongst other things. Once he was kicked out from backstage and forced to find his seat in the audience, England considered casting a spell of sorts to assist his daughter but decided against it. This was something she had to face and overcome on her own merit. As he saw her nervously grasping the microphone, England felt his own nerves start to act up. But when she made eye contact with him, fear evident in her big eyes, he gave her his brightest smile and mimicked taking a deep breath. His daughter took his advice and proceeded to give one of the most beautiful performances England had ever heard. He joined the rest of the audience in applauding. Although in the auditorium he merely gave her a proud smile, once they were out he wrapped her up in a tight hug.

“You did it, you did it!”

“I did it, I did it!”

“Yes, you did!”

France/Francis Bonnefoy: France adored his daughter, and he knew that she had the voice of an angel. She had, after all, grown up listening to him sing. Unfortunately, she didn’t seem to believe that her singing really was good. When she came to him in tears, terrified at the prospect of singing in front of a large crowd, France was determined to help her overcome her fear. It was slightly childish, but in the end forcing her to imagine stuffed animals as an audience really did seem to help her. Now it was time for the ultimate test. France watched with bated breath as his daughter walked up on stage. Her eyes sought his out, and when they met, he did his best to send confident vibes to her. Somehow. He saw her close her eyes. The music had started to play! With her eyes still closed, the first few lines of the song she had selected with him were heard. It was her voice! Her sweet, gentle voice! Her eyes flew open and at that moment, France knew. His daughter was amazing. He could barely hold himself back from crying. Even while applauding with the rest of the audience at the end of the performance, he had tears in his eyes.

“That was the most perfect performance I have ever seen!”

“Really? Did the audience like it? All I saw were teddy bears…”

“Of course, ma cherie! Of course!”

Russia/Ivan Braginsky: Russia knew all too well the fear of speaking up in front of a group of people. Back when he was younger, he was exactly the same as his daughter. So when he saw his daughter pacing back and forth around the house the morning of the performance, he did what his elder sister had done for him all those years ago. He took off his scarf and wrapped it around his daughter’s neck. Although it was pretty huge on her, his daughter still accepted it, but she didn’t understand the meaning behind his actions. Russia didn’t explain himself either. It was only later on when his daughter was standing up on stage did she finally realise why her father had given her the scarf. As the intro music of the song played, she took a deep breath, breathing in the comforting scent of Russia’s scarf. Through the scarf, she could feel his love for her. She couldn’t let him down. With that thought in mind, Russia’s daughter began to sing, and an angel descended upon the auditorium, at least in Russia’s eyes.

“Did my gift work?”

“Yes, I love you so, so much.”

“I love you too, my darling.”

China/Wang Yao: China had never been shy in front of a crowd. I mean, he was fricking China. But he had raised all his quieter siblings so he could understand why his daughter felt the way she did. So China just did what he always did to cheer her up. It was Mulan time. Although China thought that the real story was much more badass, his daughter had taken a liking to the Disney version after America showed it to her. China pulled out costumes he had made a couple years ago and started to sing. Sure, it was embarrassing, but his daughter’s confident smile was worth it. Thanks to China’s encouragement, his daughter could strut onto the stage like the empress she was and belt out a performance that left even China himself, who had heard all her practising, speechless. 

“You. Were. Amazing!”

“I was, wasn’t I?”

“You brought honour to us all!”

Italy/Feliciano Vargas: Although Italy was by no means shy, but he could relate to the pure fear his daughter was feeling. Unfortunately, he only noticed it the morning of the performance. Italy had to think of something, quick. After breaking every speeding law known to man to get his daughter to the school, Italy put his plan into motion. Before she knew it, it was Italy’s daughter time to perform. She heard the emcee call her name and her throat immediately went dry. She couldn’t do this. Right at that moment, she heard the cheers of countless people. She could make out her father, and… was that uncle Romano and Spain? That voice belonged to uncle Prussia… Incredulous, she peeked her head through the curtains and saw, firstly, her father riding on the shoulders of a very embarrassed Germany, frantically calling her name and waving a white flag with her name on it. Next to them, Romano, Spain, Prussia, France, Japan… Did her father drag all of his friends over to support her? Yes, yes he did. Italy’s daughter had to make her father proud. And when she took the microphone and started to sing, she certainly succeeded.

“My dear, that was beautiful!”

“Thank you so much, Papa, but, um, was all of this… necessary?”

“Of course it was! Everyone had to watch you, you’re my daughter!”

Germany/Ludwig Beilschmidt: Germany was not particularly well-versed in the art of calming someone’s nerves. With Italy, usually a plate of pasta worked well enough, but Germany doubted his daughter would be as easily placated as Italy. In fact, his daughter was a lot like him. This gave Germany an idea. Whenever he was stressed out about something, he found going for a jog with his dogs a good way of clearing his mind. So, Germany dragged his daughter, who had been practising her song to the point of absurdity, forced her into workout clothes and leashed the dogs. His daughter loved their dogs as much as he did, so she couldn’t resist her father’s offer of the jog. After an hour outside, father and daughter arrived home, both smiling and refreshed. Germany’s daughter washed up, prepared herself for the performance and waited for her father to bring her to the school. Later, at the performance, Germany saw the confident smile on his daughter’s face right before she started to sing, and he knew that his plan had worked. When they made eye contact, Germany and his daughter shared a beautiful, pure smile. 

“You know, I think Axel and Felix are my lucky stars.”

“… I see.”

“Just kidding, my lucky star is you!”

Japan/Honda Kiku: Japan was well aware of the anxiety his daughter felt, but decided to put his trust in her ability to pull through and overcome this obstacle in her life. Instead, he tried his best to not put any extra pressure on her before the performance. Unfortunately, some of his friends *cough*Italy*cough* found out that his daughter was going to sing, and decided to bring the whole gang to support her. Which is why banners decorated with his daughter’s name and face were now strewn across the back of the auditorium. Italy and America were screaming chants, Romano and Prussia were literally forcing the other members of the audience to cheer and Germany, like Japan, seemed like he wanted to disappear into the wall. Japan could tell by the look on his daughter’s face that she was not expecting this. Granted, he had not been expecting this either. But it must have helped, because when his daughter sang Japan very nearly pulled out his phone and demanded she be the voice provider for the latest voice synthesizer.

“You did very well, but I am so sorry for the disturbances the others caused.”

“I was shocked, but I must say it did help me feel more confident!”

(I can’t angst)

France/Francis Bonnefoy: France was worried. He knew that his s/o tended to be more withdrawn after a battle. He knew how hard it was to wash all that dirt off. But this time, it was much worse than usual. France would try to support and care for his s/o, but once it gets really bad, he’d be forced to confront his s/o about it. Once his s/o tells him about their worries, his heart would break. He understood completely how his s/o felt, and he’d tell them that. No promises, no sweet words. Just pure, sincere honesty. Hopefully, the message reaches his s/o’s heart.

Prussia/Gilbert Beilschmidt: Prussia was a born soldier. He knew exactly what was going through his s/o’s head. And he knew that this was something his s/o had to work out on their own. He won’t treat them any differently, smiling and joking through the day. But if he ever found his s/o hunched over, shoulders shaking slightly, he’d sit with them, lean against them and gently but firmly clasp their hand with his.

(I’ve got this one classmate who’s really ticklish and it is really fun to make her squeal)

Italy/Feliciano Vargas: Italy cannot stand being tickled. Seriously, one poke and he’s jumped through the roof screaming. Rather than a ‘tickle fight’, it’d be more of a one-sided brutal assault on the poor guy. He can’t fight back at all, he can’t even defend himself. Then again, what’s new?

Germany/Ludwig Beilschmidt: Germany wasn’t really ticklish. All that muscle has turned most of his body into stone. He did not know how to tickle someone either. But if his s/o wanted to have a tickle fight, he’d just have to try his best. In the end, Germany would be defeated, as he’d be so afraid of hurting his s/o his ‘tickles’ felt like a fly’s punch.

Japan/Honda Kiku: Japan felt his soul bow, pack his bags and fly out of his mouth after the third poke. He wasn’t that bothered by the actual tickling, it was simply the thought of someone touching his body that sent him fleeing. Although it was his s/o, Japan is still very uncomfortable with physical touch, something Taiwan and Hong Kong have never let him off for.

Prussia/Gilbert Beilschmidt: Prussia was always up for a fight. This was no different. He certainly wasn’t a rock like his brother, but he could be as aggressive as his old warring self. The only way the fight would end is if his s/o concedes defeat or there’s an obvious winner, because this guy will never surrender.

(Jellybean is an adorable name)

France/Francis Bonnefoy: France wasn’t too keen on the pit bull, at first. If he ever raised a dog, he hoped that it’d be a graceful breed, like the fluffy bichon frise. However, what could he do? His s/o was insistent on it. Out of love for his s/o, he’d help out with caring for the dog, and over time, he’d slowly grow to love and care for Jellybean as much as his s/o did.

America/Alfred F. Jones: Aw yeah, America loved dogs. He’d already been planning on getting one to raise with his s/o, but looks like his s/o beat him to the punch. What’s more, the poor dog had been rescued by his s/o, the true hero! America would enthusiastically throw himself into bringing Jellybean up to be big and strong. Although… Can’t they change the time to something more hero-like? As of this moment his s/o has rejected 34 new name suggestions from him, including Justice and Superman.

Canada/Matthew Williams: Canada’s heart almost burst at the sight of the cute, yet pitiful dog. He wanted to protect it. And it looks like his s/o thought the same as him. The dog would be incorporated into their family, and even Kumainu would help in caring for Jellybean. It’d be like Canada and his s/o had a new child.

England/Arthur Kirkland: England was, undoubtedly, a cat person. Dogs didn’t like him and the feeling was reciprocated. It might take some pleading from his s/o (and appealing to his soft-hearted side) for him to finally agree to taking care of the pit bull. He’d leave caring for Jellybean to his s/o, but his s/o knows that he loves to pet Jellybean, at least when he thinks his s/o isn’t around and the dog is asleep.

Prussia/Gilbert Beilschmidt: Prussia found this situation... awesome. He didn’t have any dogs himself, but he’s spent enough time around Germany to know how to smother a dog with love. He found pit bulls awesome pets, and while he’d leave feeding, bathing, etc. to his s/o, Prussia was head of training. Jellybean might end up becoming the most playful yet disciplined dog ever.

Spain/Antonio Fernández Carriedo: Spain was delighted to see the adorable dog in his s/o’s arms. With all the love and gentleness of a mother, Spain would help the dog recover and become a healthy, energetic pit bull. In fact, although Jellybean was picked up by Spain’s s/o, it seemed like he did more for Jellybean (or simply Jelly, a nickname Spain likes to use) than his s/o. Spain couldn’t help it, Jelly was just too cute! His s/o was truly jelly.

(I’m sorry if I characterised Scotland wrong Google gave me multiple different characterisations)

Denmark/Mathias Køhler: Denmark didn’t mind, really. Hell, he does it too on nights when it is just too damn hot. What amazed him was how his s/o could do so every single night. Even on the freezing cold winter nights. Now that was a level of hardcore he has yet to reach. Not one to lose to his s/o, Denmark would start sleeping in his underwear too, including the nights he really should throw on a thick coat. He’d catch multiple colds in the process, but hey, this is a form of bonding, right?

Norway/Lukas Bondevik: Norway was initially surprised, but that soon gave way to motherly concern. And by concern, I mean nagging. It wasn’t healthy for his s/o to do that, especially when it was so cold. He’d try to force his s/o to wear more clothes when they sleep, and if they refused to listen, he’d simply suffocate them with a mountain of blankets after they fell asleep. If his s/o so much as sneezed the next day, he’d personally ensure that they could not escape from the blankets.

Iceland/Emil Steilsson: Iceland blanked out the first time. And the second time. And many more times after that. His poor heart was not able to take the stress of knowing that his s/o slept in their undergarments. Even the mere thought of it would cause his face to blow up in varying shades of red. Denmark and Norway teasing him about it did nothing to help. Leave the poor boy be in peace, guys.

Finland/Tino Väinämöinen: Finland didn’t really mind, he did it himself a few times. Just like Norway, though, Mother Hen Finland was very worried about his s/o’s health and safety. They were completely defenceless, both from diseases and from anyone with malicious thoughts. He wanted his child s/o to be independent, however, and simply insisted on his s/o consuming vitamins regularly and getting a thicker blanket on colder nights. And he placed a gun under their pillow, just in case.

Sweden/Berwald Oxenstierna: Sweden actually found it cute, how innocent (?) his s/o was. Although he himself would never do something like that, he won’t comment or criticise his s/o for it. It was just the way his s/o was. Unfortunately for his s/o, he enjoyed embracing his s/o as he went to sleep, and the coat he wore was just a tad uncomfortable against the skin.

Netherlands/Abel: Netherlands was glad. This meant that his s/o wore their clothes less frequently. Which means that they washed their clothes less frequently. Which in turn meant that less money was spent on washing their clothes. This was completely A-OK in Netherlands’ book. In all seriousness, though, Netherlands didn’t really care. It was just another quirk of his s/o.

(Actual relationship goals)

Germany/Ludwig Beilschmidt: Germany was made of steel. Unfortunately, his s/o was not. He had already expected his s/o to give up within a week. However, three days was a little too… fast. Germany loved his s/o, he really did. Usually he’d cave in and just give them what they wanted after some begging, but this time, he held firm. He needed to teach his s/o values like fortitude. So even though it was painful, even though his s/o ignored him for 2 whole days, Germany did not give them their junk food back. His s/o would thank him in the end, but it was truly a test of endurance for both Germany and his s/o.

Prussia/Gilbert Beilschmidt: Prussia’s s/o was honestly expecting Prussia to give them their food back immediately, with a little teasing. That’s what happened all the other 57 times this situation occurred. But strangely, for some reason Prussia absolutely refused to even let them see their food again. What happened? Did he take some lessons from Germany? Was Prussia finally becoming stronger against his s/o’s puppy dog eyes? Nope. Little did Prussia’s s/o know that their junk food and candy were long gone. Let’s just say someone got to the secret stash before they could.

Italy/Feliciano Vargas: Italy was weak. So weak, that he almost gave his s/o their food back even before they asked for it. They just looked so sad and pitiful, unable to eat their favourite food. What if he was in that situation? What if, gasp, he wasn’t allowed to eat pasta?! As war flashbacks to his time training with Germany ran through his mind, is it really any surprise that he practically threw the food back at his s/o as soon as they asked for it?

(Tbh being a writer is almost always just eternal suffering)

America/Alfred F. Jones: America would be so proud of his s/o, it’s embarrassing. He’d personally promote all of their works to everyone he knew, and at any publicity events he’d be there loudly supporting his s/o, if he wasn’t involved in the event himself. It might be frustrating how he seemed to always distract his s/o whenever they had creative bursts, but he was also the best at cheering his s/o up whenever they had writer’s block. Although he buys and reads every single book that his s/o writes from cover to cover, he still hasn’t realised that there’s always one character that’s based on him. That’s a secret his s/o will bring with them to their grave.

Japan/Honda Kiku: Japan was, to be very honest, quite worried about his s/o. Yes, he loved how passionate they were about their work, he loved how ecstatic they were when they finished a manuscript, but while they were working, they neglected their health and would probably require hospitalisation after completing one draft if not for Japan constantly reminding them to eat, drink and sleep properly. But thanks to Mother Japan, his s/o can produce brilliant works that Japan spends his quiet afternoons reading. Let’s face it, though. What makes him the happiest is seeing his s/o thank him in the foreword.

Prussia/Gilbert Beilschmidt: Everyone was shocked when Prussia and his s/o got together. I mean, the loud, rambunctious Prussia and the quiet author? Come on! But it did happen. Many expected to have Prussia shoving his s/o’s book down their throats immediately, but surprisingly, he was actually pretty calm about it. Prussia knows that his s/o is a great writer, they don’t need his help for their books to become popular. Instead, he helps them out with his vast knowledge of the world. Whether his s/o needs historical facts checked or is unsure on how to properly write a swordfight, Prussia is there, ready to go into hour-long lectures and reminiscence about some fond memories.

(My parents aren’t from the same country and honestly I have so much irl data for this)

Canada/Matthew Williams: Canada, being knowledgeable about most  of the countries already, would have a greater interest in learning about his s/o’s country. He’d do his best to learn their language if he didn’t know it already, at least to an intermediate level. He’d also try to learn about their culture and history, so that he’d know more about his s/o and what he can and cannot do with them. Canada adores his s/o, and would do anything for their sake, even if it means throwing himself into language crash courses.

England/Arthur Kirkland: England’s relationships with other countries are... touchy, to say the least. How he acts really depends on which country his s/o is from. Of course, he’d keep everything diplomatic and would do his best to not let his relationship with the other country affect his relationship with his s/o, but he’d definitely not make the effort to learn anything about the other country more than what he already knew just because his s/o was from it, if he didn’t like that country.

Prussia/Gilbert Beilschmidt: Prussia, honestly, would do his best. He’d get books from his brother and study as hard as he could. The problem is, Prussia already has his own fixed ideas on the other country, and it’s hard as hell to change them. In the end, though, he’d learn through his s/o. yes, he may make some cultural mistakes and have some misconceptions at the start, but as long as his s/o is patient with him, he’ll learn eventually.

(Personally I prefer ice skating, but skiing is quite fun too when I actually get to go to somewhere with snow)

Prussia/Gilbert Beilschmidt: Prussia is awesome at skiing! He’s the best in the world with the best timing… Or so he claims. Actually, Prussia is terrible at skiing. Even Germany laughed a little upon seeing his brother attempt to ski, and we’re talking about straight-faced, can’t-even-smile Germany. So when his s/o invites him on a ski trip, naturally Prussia agrees, while praying that his s/o doesn’t see his cold sweat. Unfortunately for him, the moment they start skiing, his ‘amazing’ skills are displayed for all to see. Hey, at least his s/o’s happy, although he’s blushing hard enough to melt the ball of snow he ended up trapped in after rolling down the hill.

Japan/Honda Kiku: Japan, though he does know how to ski, would honestly rather watch it than actually do it. The high speeds one can end up in are truly not something he enjoys. However, what can he do when his s/o shows him the pair of tickets with that bright smile on their face? As he and his s/o start their descent, Japan starts to think that it’s not so bad… Until the wind starts slapping him hard and he subconsciously starts praying to all the gods for his survival. At the end, he’s mostly silent, which his s/o attributes to him being out of breath, but it’s actually more than that. He’s out of soul. His soul departed from his body and flew away sometime after the second jump.

England/Arthur Kirkland: When England received the free tickets to the ski resort, he was hesitant to invite his s/o for some simple reason. Skiing is dangerous and this guy is a mother hen. Although he’d eventually bring his s/o along, they’d find themselves literally bundled up in 4 layers of clothing to protect their body in case they fell. Of course, that did nothing to help them keep their balance and England found himself almost having a heart attack seeing his s/o swerve into that group of trees. Hey, at least now they know that his 4-layer protection does work!

Hey everyone! Admin Nyx here.

As you can see from the title of this post, Medley and I have taken the painful decision to close this blog down.

There’s a multitude of reasons, but the main one is Medley and I are still just teenage students and we have a growing list of commitments in our daily lives, so we can’t actively run this blog anymore. I’m sure you all know that our rate of answering and posting has become very slow and erratic over the last few months.

We won’t be deleting the blog, and I’ll try my best to clear up whatever asks we have remaining in the askbox, but from now on asks will be closed indefinitely. You may still read through our old asks and headcanons if you want to, though!

If we ever have time to return to this blog in the future, we will. But for now, to all our followers and fans, thank you for all the support you’ve given us ever since we started the blog. It’s been fun, but the time has come for us to say goodbye.

(Disclaimer I have not touched a video game for weeks forgive me I have sinned)

Prussia/Gilbert Beilschmidt: Prussia loves fighting games. Of course he does, fighting is in his blood. And he’s a sucker for classics, too. It’s only to be expected that he just loves spending nights in front of the TV, duelling his s/o to the death (in game) through games like Street Fighter and Super Smash Bros. Just because it’s his s/o doesn’t mean he goes easy on them, and most of these battles lead to real-life pillow fights.

France/Francis Bonnefoy: France has always liked fantasy stories. Even in a video game, he looks for riveting plots and engaging characters. It’s for this reason why role-playing games with branching storylines interest him so much. Final Fantasy, Undertale, etc. To him, nothing is better than having his s/o by his side, living these stories with him. Yes, they may get into arguments about the choices made from time to time (’I keep telling you, Yuna is best girl!’), but in the end, there’s no doubt that these trips to a fantasy land only strengthens their bond.

Spain/Antonio Fernández Carriedo: Spain’s pace of life is arguably slow. Things like sitting in front of a computer or holding onto a game console for hours, messes up his siesta schedule. But it’s not like he doesn’t play video games at all. He’s a huge fan of time-wasting mobile games like that one piano game or the one where the chicken crosses the road. He’s built up a rivalry with his s/o, both competing to get the highest score. So far, he’s been leading for around two weeks, but Spain is sure that his s/o will beat his score soon. Then he’ll beat their score. Then they’ll beat his score again. And again. And again.

England/Arthur Kirkland: England may criticise America for all the video games he plays, but in truth, England does have a few that he holds dear of his own. What England looks for in a game is how it challenges his mind, which is why games like Professor Layton have managed to make Mr. Perpetual Frown smile for hours on end. Although he prefers to play on his own, he’s not opposed to sharing with his s/o. They do help him solve tough riddles at times by looking at them from a different perspective. And the expression they make when they’re confused is just too cute.

(This is so cliche but so cute)

England was dead tired. He had just gone through five separate meetings, he had a ton of paperwork to go through, and he’s had at least three different nations pop up unannounced at his front door.

Finally, he was at home, sitting in his favourite chair in his study, a good book in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. At this exact moment, life was perfect for him.

So perfect, in fact, that before he knew it, England had nodded off, one of the most peaceful expressions on his face.

“Hey, England?” His s/o gently knocked on the door to the study, but when they received no response, they quietly opened the door and saw the resting man.

“Seriously…” They reached forward to shake him awake. He’d fall sick if he just dozed off here. Before they could properly wake England up, though, he started to talk.

“Don’t… Don’t say that it tastes bad…”

“It was the fairies, I swear…”

His s/o had to cover their mouth to stifle their laughter. They quickly whipped out their phone to record this golden moment.

“I... I’d like that very much.”

England’s s/o froze. Those were the exact words he used to accept their date offer, in that exact same tone, with that same lightly blushing expression. Deciding that this moment was better preserved in their memories, they kept their phone and gently kissed England on the head.