More fanart for 2P!Hetaoni!

Comic by @starrulet

hetalia fanart in 2019, who would’ve thunk - .jpeg

The buzzing in Vladimir’s head grew progressively worse as the seconds ticked by, grating on his every nerve. Ever since they discoved this damned mansion, their lives had become nothing more than a joke at this point. Hell, they weren’t even supposed to be alive, yet they were. What’s worse than discovering everyone BUT the man who dragged them to this place died gruesomely? Oh, right, the same nation responsible for their deaths made a deal with the grey abomination in order to save their already deceased asses.

Every reset the headaches get progressively worse and Vladimir knows he’s merely moments away from tearing a hole into the closest living thing in this room, then everyone would throw a huge fit - there’d be fists flying and weapons unsheathed and a whole lot of blood and brain matter - Vladimir groaned, rubbing aggressively at his temples. He had to stop thinking about the negative things, it was really bad for his already diminished health. Exhausted crimson eyes fell onto the small group of nations huddled around the table in the “Safe” Room. Why put air quotes? The room may be safe from the monster roaming the halls, but nobody was safe from each other. Everyone was a possible target and anyone could strike someone down at any time. As safe as it was, it wasn’t safe enough for him (and many others) to let down his guard. Tuning into the chatter that had been previously nothing more than white noise in the Russian’s ears, he was able to pick up on the topic of their rushed discussion.

“So you’re telling me we the chances of actually killin’ than damn this is jack shit? That’s fuckin’ great! Ya know, it’d’ve been nice to actually know when the damn bastard shows up. Maybe a lil’ audio que, or a growl or somethin’ along those lines.”

“Stop complaining, as if that ever solved anyone’s problems. As of now, we should focus on finding replacement weapons. Whatever happened to our actual weaponry will remain a mystery until clues are collected, until then, venturing outside of this room is prohibited until we have armed ourselves for any potential battles. Do I have any objections?” Silence fell over the mortal turned nations, much to James’s delight. Pushing his shades back against his face, the Canadian began spounting nonsense about what a good replacement weapon would be, drawing quick sketches of basic wooden daggers and pikes, a bow and some arrows, other easy to craft weaponry which happen to be quite light. No one seemed to mind all that much, since it was James who was speaking and no one wants to piss of the Canadian. Vladimir actually saw no difference with his old weapon and the replacement he had in mind; it was just a rusty tap, he could easily use an old pipe from this decayed building’s pipe system. As he mulled over the piping he’s come across over their days(?) trapped inside the mansion, a familiar voice chimed up in aggrivation.

“Why the hell do I need to replace my handguns? We just haven’t’ve been lookin’ for them in the right places!”

“Allen, please, we’ve looked everywhere for our weapons. They’re nowhere to be found, surprisingly enough.”

“You aren’t the only one missing your weapon, you know.” Kuro piped in, glaring heatedly at the redhead. Even Oliver sounded a bit ticked off, which was rare and all the more terrifying to Vladimir. He waited for Allen’s “genius” comeback as if the fate of their current time line rested on the words that tumbled from the redhead’s mouth. One never knew what would cause the next reset, this was the farthest any of them have gotten. Everyone was on edge about the next death and when it would happen, whether it be by one of their hands or by the hands of the creature lurking in the shadows. However, the moment Allen attempted to make his statement, a miracle happened.

Standing near the right of the group, Siegmund had listened silently as the others squabbled like children. He was almost completely forgotten by the Russian, almost. Luckily, the older German stood out quite sorely compared to the other idiots he was unfortunate to stand by. His accursed white hair was actually helpful for keeping tabs on him, should Vladimir feel he was a threat. Which never happened. However, the raven haired male (whom wasn’t a part of the group, he stood off to the side to “keep the stupidity from infecting him” and to monitor them should things start going south) couldn’t have been more surprised than anyone else. It happened so quickly though, it left everyone in collective shock for about a minute.

Siegmund had shoved Allen away from the center of the table with a strength many thought he no longer had, barely paying the American much mind as he whipped out their hand drawn map of the mansion and slammed it against the table top. He had everyone’s attention already, but then he opened his mouth, “Listen up, I don’t want to repeat myself. We know the momster shows up mostly in these two locations the most, however, because of their placement in the building, traversing these areas is almost a necessity to getting to and from. We should stick with James’ plan and focus on getting a substitute weapon for the meantime until we can properly reclaim our personal weapon. Make it desposable, there’s no need to get attatched to a poorly crafted wooden replacement when a steel bladed set is what you came in with. Are there any questions?”

Naturally, Allen opened his mouth again. “Dude, what the hell! YOU can talk!?”

“Of course I can, Mr. Jones. Why wouldn’t I?”

“B-But, y-ya never have before, so why speak now?”

Siegmund didn’t even bat an eye, returning to look at the map. “I had no reason to speak to any of you up until now–“

Vladimir’s heart lept into his throat. What was with these strange emotions? He has never felt this way about anyone before, this was simply foreign to him. The German’s voice was so foreign to everyone’s ears, it was demanding and well mannered with a hint of sternness. Something so many of the group despised, yet found themselves reluctantly listening to him. Siegmund may not be a fighter now, but he had once wrecked havoc across Europe as a powerhouse of a nation. He could easily put everyone down in their place if he felt the need to.

However, Siegmund’s commanding tone and confidant attitude had Vladimir’s brain slowly turning into a pile of mush. The more he spoke, the more the raven haired male longed to hear it directed towards him. He found himself automatically walking closer to the table, unintentionally joining the cluster of nations just to hear more of those foreign sounds. Piercing red eyes clashed with lovestruck crimsons for only a split second before the Russian got a hold of himself, drowning out the sudden overwhelming need to piss the German off.

“Did you catch any of that, Mr. Braginsky?”

“О да. I did. Find or craft a replacement weapon, avoid conflict with the beast down under, try not to slaughter each other in this mad house, and find keys to open more doors. All understood.”

After a few seconds of leery eyes being sent his way, Siegmund appeared to be satisfied once he mulled it over in his head. Vladimir, on the other hand, let out a silent sigh of relief. He hadn’t botched it up, good god that scared him. It paid to pay attention whilst he got lost in the ever darkening maze that were his inner thoughts. The Russian listened intently to whatever else Siegmund had to say with, what he could now safely call, a pining heart. Any signs of emotion other than disinterest were hidden behind his red scarf, which had seen some better years. Whether people noticed how he pulled the red fabric up past his nose to hide the fierce blush that crawled onto his cheeks and the giddy smile that grew on his lips every time Siegmund glanced up at him didn’t bother him. As long as they didn’t point it out. This instantanious infatuation with the albino was a secret only he, himself, could keep. The others would make his already shitty life worse, tenfold, if they found out about this unfortold event.

(I’ve never played HetaOni or Ao Oni before, but this ask has made me love both games. Btw, these are just general reactions more than headcanons, but whatever. -TC)

2p Italy: Luciano would be a little scared at first, but would get used to it. He adapts really easily, so he’d be able to fight better against it as time went on.

2p Germany: Lutz gets a bit shocked every once in a while, but isn’t completely scared. He may be frightened at first, but he’ll get used to it.

2p Japan: Nothing can really shift Kuro, so he’s not really scared. He may be a bit surprised at first, but regains his emotional stability. He’d actually be one of the smartest in the situation.

2p Romano: Screams at every sound made. Flavio is scared of that thing and becomes a bit paranoid. He’s afraid of walking around alone, but he uses that fear well in self-defense.

2p Spain: Andrés would initially shut down and not know what to do, but he’d adapt pretty well. He’d be a bit scared, but also more aware of his surroundings so he could handle himself.

2p Prussia: Poor Gilen would be downright petrified. nEVER leave this poor smol alone. He would just freeze in fear and not even think to move a muscle. Someone would have to be there to protect him 24/7.

2p America: Al would be a bit scared, but still tries to act like a tough guy. Deep down he’s just scared and concerned for everyone else. When going against that thing, though, he’ll fight as hard as he can.

2p England: He’d be one confused cinnamon roll. Initially, he’d be really frightened and won’t know what to do but then he’d calm down and know how to take care of the situation.

2p France: The situation would be a bit scary to Francois at first, but he wouldn’t let it get to him. At most, he’d just hide in a closet or under a bed. After a little bit, he’ll be more courageous.

2p Russia: Fighting isn’t really Viktor’s thing unless in self-defense. So, he’ll be really defensive and fight a bit more than the others. He’ll also be quite scared and try to hide.

2p China: Zao would be the one to not take the situation very seriously. He’d make fun of how scared the others are, and be a general dick. But, really, he’s really frightened and justs wants out.

  Monica:I got my headphone cable caught on the hooks of one of my boots while standing up.

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Monica and Lutz running into low hanging wires. Aka why German's work on cars and not houses. 

Momo got a bad case of the giggle spells, Lutz can't do anything but pat and wait for them to pass trying not to fall in to the spell as well. 

Kat went "holy fucking shit" to mess with her siblings, Momo lost it, and Lutz got sassy.

  Matthew was trying to die, well until we realized the mouse was in the picture..

We both don't know what Colby tripped over but we can guess his foot probably.

Amy: I couldn't find the ones from being in cosplay but I found my blocking bloopers from the Day 10 Morning scene! Hope this is good enough~

How to open a door and forget to walk.

Achoo! FUCK ME SIDEWAYS! -Exact line from blocking