My 2p Headcanons

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                        Headcanons: Limited to 2 Groups or 4 Individual Nations.                                   (If 1ps are requested then specifiy as such, otherwise they are assumed to be 2ps.)

                        Fanfics: Limited to One-shots, but once initial comes out squeal pieces can be requested.

                        Letters: Nations will directly respond to questions submitted to them. Limit 2 Groups or 4 Individual Nations.

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                        Within Legal Limits: Yandere, Gore, Horror, Fluff, Adventure, Reader-insert

                        Outlawed: CharacterxCharacter, Smut, Match-ups, Pedo/AdultxMinor,

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                                   Characters: Open the door at your own risk. Those that you meet may not let you leave.

                   Canon: The true story of how their world became so cold.

                                 (NOT READY YET)

                                                         AUs: The same world viewed from another angle.

                                   (NOT READY YET)

                                  Quizzes: Are you smart enough to survive?

                                                                   Dark Halls: Extras that May Help You Find Other Things 

               Library: Stories known and long forgotten

                                                   Interrogation 

                                                                                        ~Things from the Creator~

                                             Blog Recommendations

                                         Fanfiction Recommendations

                                                           (NOT DONE)

A little spicy is ok, and this ask fits that perfectly!

I will say, this blog is like eating store made spicy salsa or mid-level spicy wings. But I'll be honest, I won't be writing things that make you want to chug the milk. *teehee*

And you can have Spain for free since he's technically with the Axis...

America: Legs. He loves a good set of legs. Strong or soft, he's lovin' 'em. And boobs, lets be honest, hes a bit pervy.

England: Belly, this one is mixed. One, the dark part it's where the body has the most marbling in the meat. The other hand, it's a nice place to rest his arms when he hugs them from behind.

Canada: Butt and thighs. He likes to run his hands up and down them as they squish.

France: Boobs. He's basic like that, and they're like free stress balls.

Russia: Hands. In his cold land, its a good way to get a good vibe on the kind of woman he's meeting. He has two favorites. The first is the super soft and delicate ones, the ones that show a woman is being taken well care of. The other are the rough and damaged ones, its like finding a stray puppy, a woman he could catch and take care of... and the proof would be her pretty nails.

China: Anything and everything... JK, this man's preferences change every so often due to living for so long and depending on how trends focus on different things, but! He does love a soft face. Especially is you pair that with doe eyes and a cute pout.

Thank you! I'm still working on the next day.

Lol, CanMan!! I love that nickname, approved!

Matt is blunt, and that includes his more perverted side. This man will openly stare and will do it with a same smirk, that one would tend to see on Allen, while sipping his beer. Honestly, it's one of the expressions ,if you see, you'll have no doubt their brothers.

Thank you!

I will die on the soap box that Oliver must be evil! Like, everything about him comes across like an anglerfish. A beacon of hope on a dark background, but when you get too close, its over.

Let's also be honest, Oliver forces his way into keeping the family connection. If he couldn't back up what he threatens, they would have dropped/ended him centuries ago.

Hmmm... These people have seen a lot, but there's probably a few things that will make them pause in confusion.

Italy: People in a tight knit family, but like the slightly creepy level. Where the siblings/parents seem to in sync they can predict the needs of their loved ones before its voiced. He thinks its creepily false, which it usually is.

Romano: Religiously PETA people. They're overly gruesome and callous displays are a crime against fashion and civil society.

Japan: The too much internet weebs... need i say more?

Germany: Hyperactive people. Those that are overly happy and active to the point people think that caffeine is in their veins.

Prussia: Gaudy church goers. The common type that makes him pause are like the those you see in Southern churches with big hats and over the top dresses. But the overly showy preacher types count too.

Spain: Pacifists with no spine. They take just a simple push to make them bend, which is no fun for him. He wants a little fight when hes messing with people.

You're right. He's the worse of the three and his view of love is completely messed up. And HE KNOWS IT!

They arent friends in the classical sense, like the OG BTT. Its more like, ya know when you go to several events and you happen to see the same people over and over again, and then you start looking for each other because you all understand each other.

So... yeah, its that. Or a friendship of convenience?

Thanks!

After listening to these songs, (You could probably include BBN$ too) Allen would probably listen to this type of thing, BUT it would be to annoy people or what he would play to get people to leave his house. Almost like it's the sign to end the party.

Once in a while, probably when he's in a mood, like when no song seems to hit like he needs it to, would he sing along, when hes alone though. Never would he admit aloud he knows that words, ever.

In the OG AU, Lutz and Allen have an uneasy respect for each other. Like they acknowledge each other's scars and the blood they have had to shed, but if they have to, neither has any issue tearing the other apart.

Hi! Yes, I live.

I promise I’ve got stuff in the work, i just need some time to finish them…

My question is if the countries that hate their people (like 2p Italy) and view humans as lesser beings, how do they treat humans they formed a connection with? I know in a previous post you said that nations treat humans both softer but with more morbid curiosity, but does that change when egos come into play?

Apologizes for the long ask! Keep up the fantastic work!

World Building 4? - For those that want to read it.

It's kinda nation dependent, especially when you get into the nitty gritty of the type of connection.

So... we're gonna use Luciano and Arthur for this.

A good example would be that if you were 2p Italy's lover. He would be untrusting of those around you; so expect to eventually lose contact with friends and family until all you have is him... And maybe the rest of the axis and his brothers, if he's feeling like you need some social time. Luciano would also keep you in a hidden estate and do anything to keep you in good health, because he wants you to live longer, but he'll make comments about how stupid it is with how fragile you are.

On the other hand, if you were his friend or adoptive child, Luciano is more critical. He's constantly pushing you to be better, to do better. Often saying you must overcome your 'human' self and embrace the being you were always meant to be. Yet, despite it all, there would always be a part of him that looks down on you. All because you couldn't change what you are.

Now, 1p England aka Arthur.

If you were his lover, Arthur wouldn't isolate you, allowing you to keep your relationships and commitments to normal life... but, it would come at the cost of him treating you almost infantile. In his eyes, your lack of experience (despite being physically the same age) and more rapid aging, leads him to trying to take over decisions. He often paraphrases it as; 'I've done this before', 'A previous leader I had tried that, and it failed', or 'insert horrible event after making a decision he didn't like here'.

But, if you were his friend or adoptive child, then it would be similar to the above but with a heavier hand.

The plastic grocery bag crinkled and rustled as Francios carried it through the dull, carpeted hall of the apartment complex. His stride was slow, relaxed even as a lit cigarette hung loosely from his dominant hand. Occasionally he would take a puff or two as he walked along the yellowing, cracked walls and after passing each decrypted door, he came to stop at Apartment 339.

As he returned the cancer stick to his lips and lazily riffled through his pockets for a key, he heard it. A faint sound. A thunk, thud, thunk, thud that repeated over and over again. Like someone was rhythmically pulling on something heavy to only be dragged by the rocking structure.

 Francios rolled his eyes with a head shake and puff, as he finally pulled his keys from his pocket and unlocked the faded door. The sound was a little louder, but the pattern stuttered like the puller had paused to listen. But quickly returned to it. Like they hadn’t heard him enter.

Good.

He moved from the entry silently and placed the bag on the counter. His movements were just as quiet as he removed a block of muenster cheese, a baguette, and a bottle of red wine.

A plate was grabbed from the sink, and after a brief inspection, Francios deemed it clean enough. Thus, he placed the cheese and bread on top and left the wine with the bag, discarded on the counter for later.

He made no effort to hide his footsteps as he left the kitchen and crossed the living room towards the source of the sound. The thunk, thud, thunk, thud lied behind one last door.

Francios didn’t bother to knock on it, instead opening the door and walked in.

The sight before him wasn’t anything new. After all, his Cher was still adjusting. Though, she still had some moments, much to his disdain.

(Y/N), the woman he had claimed as his Cher, lover, and darling, was having one of those right now.

Typically, her flighty nature was something Francios had been able to control with basic chains. For weeks, he had been able to leave her unattended, knowing they prevented her from wandering and fleeing what should have been a happy relationship.

Today, however, she had somehow managed to get her ankles free. He could smell the iron and see the scabs that had begun to form on her once smooth skin as she stood on the wooden floor. Her face was drenched in sweat as (H/C) hairs stuck to her forehead and temples. (Y/N)’s face was set in a determined snarl as she used her arms to help hold onto the chains as she pulled like some kind of psychotic bull, each thunk was her using the chains to try and pull the bed, probably some sad attempt to break the chains, while the thud was the heavy, king sized bed dragging her back.

“Cher.”

Francios’ voice was like a shock to (Y/N)’s system as she turned to look at him. The snarl became more subdued as her body shock.

“Y-you’re home?”  

He nodded, not yet acknowledging her fear as he set the plate on the nearest nightstand before he approached.

“And you are off the bed.”

(Y/N) backed up, her steps as unsteady and frequent as a nervous horse. She brought her hands up to her chest, unsure whether to hold them up to beg or to defend herself.

“You said you were going to be gone for hours…”

“Oui, I was gone for AN hour.”

He came closer. His pale hand reached out for where the metal chains met the wooden frame of the bed.

“Bu-“

Francios grabbed the chain and pulled. The force of the movement caused (Y/N)’s knees to hit the bedframe, knocking her onto the bed with her arms out stretched like she was going to slide on her stomach.

“It does not matter.”

He towered over her.

His face was blank, but his eyes burned with silent promises of pain. Of additional restraints.

“You are mine.”

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Does 1p and 2p France know the their way through the catacombs underneath Paris?

And in your opinion, do you think it’s haunted?

Hmmm… that’s a good question.

I would say both of them can get around the catacombs. More so 2p France than 1p. The dude’s been down there so many times it’s second nature. His 1p, it’s not as infrequent since people aren’t buried down there anymore, and he doesn’t remember which halls had the people he did know.