lady-av-sno:

When reblogging a picture/photo of a character, please tag it like this:

• APH -insert country-

• Hetalia -insert country-

or however. Just please include the words ‘APH’ or ‘Hetalia’ or even ‘H’ (I’ve seen that variation on some popular Hetalia blogs). Please do not tag it with the country alone, especially if it is NSFW or contains something romantic. Not everyone wants to see Hetalia when going through their country’s tag. Some may be offended by it.

Be considerate and be sensitive, please.

sir-pimp-master-arthur:

russianwater:

sir-pimp-master-arthur:

russianwater:

sir-pimp-master-arthur:

russianwater:

sir-pimp-master-arthur ответил(a) на ваш пост: A special post for a special someone

(WOW THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL)

[[AREN’T YOU THE ONE WITH AN AVERSION TO RUSSAME FOR REASONS YOU NEVER TOLD ME AND THAT’S OKEY?

MAN I’LL TAKE THAT COMPLIMENT ESPECIALLY BECAUSE THERE WERE 2 RUSSAME PICTURES IN THERE]]

(I never liked it because of things that happened between my first RP partner and I 

//coughs awkwardly

Anyway ye it’s super adorable and cute and bkgmfmk ye)

[[No I knew that much because that’s as much as you told me but I meant I didn’t know what. I wouldn’t push you to tell me anyway.

O7O]]

(Well what happened was

Arthur got used for sex, got lied to that Alfred loved him, and then Alfred left him for a Russia, they ran off and had kids but then Alfred and Ivan split up and said Alfred forced Arthur to abort the children of Ivan and Alfred

So I hated it because of my muse but he’s starting to come around which give me the opportunity to give the pairing a shot)

[[Well that’s butts.

It’s okey muse Ivan will give you hugs come here let me pet your face]]

(Ye~

And aww thank you, it’ll probably help Arthur get over the whole ordeal, meeting nice russias and all~)

[[*lovingly pets both his and your faces*]]

racetodreamland:

russianwater:

racetodreamland:

russianwater:

racetodreamland:

Lucinda screamed again, but it came out more as a hoarse sob. A throat that was sore from screaming so much. When her assailant was pulled back, she fell to the ground, not wanting to fight anymore. She wanted to die. She looked up at Ivan and the other. No. She was crying now, rolling onto her side. She grabbed her bow and her arrow, glad that the others were not paying her any mind. She pulled back a little sloppily, pointing it at Ivan. Please wake up. She released the arrow, her heart sinking when Ivan’s clone got in the way, the arrow sinking into his back instead. Couldn’t she be anyone else? She had to try again. She felt her own energy rushing through her, wanting to escape. Wanting to fight with her own body. But it wouldn’t let her. Until Ivan remembered who she was, she was going to stay like this. Trapped inside Lithuania. “Ivan!” 

Ivan bit back all of his screams. He didn’t want to scream. Of course, his little clone was also pounding and harming his wounds. All of them, all while roaring with laughter. Ivan whimpered loudly, trying to get him off. It wasn’t precisely easy. “G-get off…!” He pushed as hard as his now trembling arms would let him, but found that it wasn’t enough.

Clone Ivan yelped as he was shot in the back, flipping around and trying to stand up, though the real deal had wrapped his limbs around him. The weight and the position they were in didn’t permit for him to get up. He growled, trying to get Ivan from his body.

Ivan’s eyes flicked to see her, panting a bit. He squirmed, letting out a pained squeak. Toris had always said ‘Mr. Russia’. ‘Ivan’ was a shock to him. “Ch-chto?” he managed to choke out, trying his hardest to keep his clone under control.

Lucinda’s vision was starting to get blurry. She knew she looked completely out of it. Like she was dying. Or even just slowly fading away. Her body felt too weak to do anything. All she could do was have half of her body soaked with the blood on the ground and wait until it was over. Wait until her body would heal itself. Reset itself. Throw herself into a new dream and show her that even though this was her reality, it too, was just a dream. What if this really was how it felt like to die, though? What if this really was her time? What if… she was going to die alone. 

She started crying then. Not tears of pain, she was too numb to feel that. She would slowly bleed out, but she was separate from that right now. These were tears of sadness and loneliness. She didn’t want to die. “I-Ivan.” She practically choked on the words. She didn’t care about the other man. If she was going to die, she didn’t want to die like this. To die alone. To him, it would probably only be like Lithuania dying in his arms. She couldn’t care less what it seemed like. 

Ivan tried so hard to save her. He had been teetering on the thought of it being Lucinda or Lithuania. ‘Ivan’ had sealed in his mind that it was Lucinda. He managed to roll over on top of his clone. He flipped around and crawled over slowly while the other got his thoughts together. He grabbed her wrist as he got closer, blood pouring from his wounds still. He was absolutely drenched in his own blood as well as from the pile of dead bodies. His arms wrapped around her and lifted her as best he could.

He felt a knife in his lung, causing blood to begin dripping from his mouth. He leaned down to speak in her ear. “You will be okay. You will be okay,” he repeated into her ear softly as his breathing turned into a sort of gurgled wheeze. “It is… not real… All fake. All of it.” His hand moved up from her legs to wipe the tears from her face, smearing blood on her cheeks. “I promise. We are more resilient anyway. We have seen the years pass, healing and regenerating. Just look at me…!” He chuckled softly, interrupted by blood spouting out of his mouth. “Look at all of these…” His hand moved up, skimming over wounds as he felt the knife slide from his back and stab into the lung again. “So many wounds… But I am still here.” He slumped over her a bit. “You will be okay. You will be okay. I am sure of it. But… you are suffering because of my dream.” He stroked her hair gently for a moment. “You should not have to suffer like this. I will not let it end with you suffering alone.”

She cried harder then. Not because of the pain. In fact, it was easier to ignore it now as long as he was there. People either liked Lucinda or disliked her. More often than not, they didn’t like her, or just used her as an escape from their own problems. She’d always seen love from afar, seeing it when other people dreamed when it was reflected in the dreamer’s eyes when she took on the form of their lovers. But never once had anyone looked at her. Really her and made her feel love. Made her feel safe and protected. She could never truly be with people, because they always had to leave, sometimes forgetting that they’d even met her in the first place. She’d never formed bonds with people. Never. No one had looked at her and thought of her as something lovable. Only as something easily twistable and manipulable and oftentimes, the bringer of bad dreams. 

The breath she breathed in sounded full of water, too wet to sound natural as she took on her own form again; White hair, white dress stained with her own blood. She turned her head to the side as she coughed, blood dripping down her own face as she turned up tired blue eyes on him. She smiled weakly, it coming off as more of a pained grimace than anything. “You should really have more happy dreams.” Half-lidded eyes made it hard to keep her focus on the Russian. She leaned into him, wanting some source of warmth. She looked up at his eyes now, regretting the words that came out of her mouth, hating herself for trying to make him make a promise he couldn’t keep. “Please don’t leave me.” 

The fact that she showed a conscious effort to make him happy was enough to win over even a friendly affection. Sure, the sweet, happy time had been exponentially perverted by his mind, but she’d tried. She’d made an honest effort to give him a sweet dream, something that only happened once in a blue moon or if he were to fall asleep with someone. He knew it would turn bad, but he couldn’t have passed the offer up and he didn’t quite realize that he’d destroy it so badly. It had been completely disassembled and gutted and turned into what was now around them.

He did not feel a romantic love toward her, but certainly had something. He pet her hair, leaving red all in it. “I will stay with you until this nightmare is over. Then all this will go away. The pain, the blood, the gore, the corpses, the Union, the wounds, the misery… It will all go away.” He held her a little closer, knowing that feeling of loneliness. “And one day I will visit again. Hopefully, my dreams may remain dreams.” His own vision was blurred. “I will have to leave when I wake, though. But I will return. I cannot say when… or what the reason will be for my slumber… but I will visit again.”

my-anger-is-chopin:

russianwater:

my-anger-is-chopin:

russianwater:

“Nyet, I know. But sometimes it is nice to see the mountains. I decided that it would be nice to see your scenery.” He leaned against the tree again and placed his hands in his lap, his smile as warm as the day. “I was thinking of visiting maybe a musical performance or something. Do you have ballet here?” He loved ballets. It was strange for someone like himself, but he did love them.

“Yes, sometimes. I’m not sure which ones are playing now, however.”

Ivan seemed to perk up a bit more. “Ballets are so nice~ Do you play any of the musical performances, Avstriya? I hear you are very good with your piano~ I would not mind seeing if the rumors are true.” He leaned back against the tree a bit more.

He shrugged. “I do every once in a while, but not often. I usually play for myself because I want to, not because I’m paid. But,” he glanced at the Russian, “I suppose I could play for you if you want.”

“Would you? Music is very… calming. I am not much of a piano player, but I can play the Balalaika~” He sighed as he looked up to the sky to feel the sun against his face. “But I am very fond of how the piano sounds. I would be very glad if I could hear you play~!”