all i got was hetalia and

anonymous asked:

can chibitalia do a pin-up pose?

‘‘ I don’t know from where you heard that rape rumor..b-but it is not true, I assure you… And Albert would never chose another girl..he promised me.

And I have no need of your pity or understanding you’re all the same..and stop being indecent..Why would I pose like those easy and indecent women from Papa’s Calendars?!Guards!Take them out!  ‘’ 

So a long time ago (maybe a year ago) I wanted to draw this comic about Lafayette’s grave but never got around to ironing out the details but I found these old very messy doodles of it that I thought I would post. 

Lafayette is buried in France and has American soil from Bunker Hill spread in his tomb. Posted at the head of his grave is an American flag that was said to be standing all during the German Occupation during WW2. 

Basically, I liked the idea that when America visits France he always visits Lafayette’s grave and spreads some American soil on his grave. As a symbolic gesture saying “I’m here”

So when it comes around that America joins the war effort in 1941 he fills a bottle of homeland dirt and stars his personal quest to get it to Lafayette’s grave. 

It’s not easy because things keep happening to the bottle (It gets lost, stolen, thrown away, bottle breaks,) and each time disaster strikes one of America’s allies help him resolve the issue. (Like England dumping out his secret stash of alcohol so America can use the bottle to store the soil.)

 During all of this America never tells his fellow allies or citizens' what the dirt is for and why it’s so important. The only one that knows is France and after he’s rescued from Germany he accompanies America to complete his personal quest and they share this touching moment where I would try to convey That America was there and was going to make sure France stayed free just like Lafayette did for America during the Revolution.


I got a lot of questions about the school and its faculty, so here’s a little starter character sheet for everyone! People will be added/changed as the story progresses, but this is who we’ll be working with for now. 

Thank you for all the asks and patience! I’m hoping to actually get some comics up soon~

Hetalia as spongebob quotes
  • Germany: It took three days to make that potato salad! Three days!
  • Italy: I'll have you know, I stubbed my toe last week while watering my spice garden and I only cried for 20 minutes
  • Japan: Can I be excused for the rest of my life?
  • England: Goodbye everyone I'll remember you all the therapy.
  • America: oh boy 3 am! *eats hamburger*
  • France: I got it! Let's get naked!
  • Russia: Do instruments of torture count?
  • China: Don't touch me I'm sterile!
  • Prussia: Now I'm a jerk and everyone loves me!
  • Denmark: My leg!
  • Sweden: FINLAND!!!
  • Iceland: Excuse me, sir, I hope my horrible ugliness won't be a distraction to you...
  • Finland: What could be better than serving up smiles?
  • Norway: Being dead.
  • Greece: The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma...
  • Holy Roman Empire: Hey! Who put a bowl of onions here?!

cuteheartz replied to your photoset “I don’t think I’l ever be over the fact that Burr once lit himself on…”

please do one of Washington and Alfred oh gracious one

I don’t usually take requests but. It’s the revolutionary war. I have to.

Basically, Washington had like 50+ dogs, and they were named stuff like “Sweet Lips” or “Mopsey” or “Drunkard”.

anonymous asked:

Why you got expelled from School?

‘‘You could say that I didn’t get along with my classmates well.’‘

-also, this is the headcanon voice for 2p chibiluci -


dance like you’re back in 1975 (ref)

“do the hustle” was a popular dance in the 1970′s. i tried to drawing out the typical fashion of that era and honestly all i got was america looking like rebellious teen england’s suburban dad. i might consider doing a series of these for each era but. lol

  • <p> <b>America:</b> oh you think you're so tough huh?<p/><b>America:</b> think you can take over the world? Huh Commie?<p/><b>America:</b> think you're all big and strong and adorable huh?!<p/><b>America:</b> weLL I GOT SOME NEWS FOR YOU COMMUNIST BASTARD--<p/><b>Russia:</b> Amerika it is 4 am get out of my room<p/></p>

actual confession: the Low Budget Anime men, aka hetalia, helped me get a distinction for my history a-levels. by that, i don’t mean ‘oh em gee i read all the comic strips and watched the episodes!! ww1 is about a man hiding in a tomato box’ or ‘who needs history textbooks when you have hetalia X3 c’

by that, i do mean that i had 5 billion topics, dates, events and important figures to memorise, understand and argue about if i wanted to meet my conditional offer to a Certain University. it was an overload of information, not to mention all the other subjects i had to study for at the same time, including maths, which lol, had been a trainwreck. so, to make it interesting and memorable because i’m a very visual person memory-wise —i produced what was basically an entire comic strip of my notes :^) rewrote facts about the potsdam and yalta conferences as alfred and ivan sniping while arthur sat in a wheelchair in the background (shrinking britannia! make way for the american century!). the berlin blockade was ivan attempting to throttle ludwig. the marshall plan was alfred smugly hooking europe up to an IV and raining dollar bills down on them. they were sloppy and snappy doodles that weren’t always presented in the most tasteful manner— but this was just for my own consumption—and it did the job, which was to make the huge volume of information i had to absorb and synthesise stick in my memory. 

and i guess, it’s sort of a metaphor for why i engage with the series and fandom. it’s not about being uncritical of the original canon (far from it. fandom is so often about rewriting and reinterpretations, yeah?), but about taking and running with the concept of national personifications to humanise history. the idea of national personifications is ancient (there’s a roman carving of the emperor claudius manhandling britannia in some sort of dramatic and rather crass metaphor for Pax Romana, which is like, the first time britannia ever appears in world art). the idea of putting a human face to the large, amorphous mass of the nation- an imagined community- is something many people have found compelling for a very long time. it’s completely understandable that some do not want to engage with the series at all. it is undeniable fandom has problems that we all try to work on. but i certainly feel that for a number of us? the reason we’re still here in low budget anime men hell? because of the template it gives us to put a human face to large, chaotic grand narratives and thereby make them comprehensible. (and the bonus of getting to draw historical fashion, i mean. fascinating.)

  • England: Scotland, Ire's being a dick again!
  • Ireland: watch yo mouth, shithead! You started it first!
  • England: did not!
  • Ireland: did too!
  • England: did NOT!
  • Ireland: did TOO!
  • England: now, can you lot see and understand how annoying this can get?
  • America: wow... we must've been so annoying omg.
  • Canada: I can feel the pain...
  • Ireland: see how we feel?? And it goes on, and on!
  • Australia: I got a headache on the first two seconds!
  • New Zealand: were we always like this? Wow...
  • Scotland: oh shut up! As the oldest I have to listen all three versions!! *silent sobbing*
The 2ps as shit my friends have said to me
  • 2p America: See, the best way of getting rid of something you don't like is by burning it. Why do you think my house burned down?
  • 2p China: See, look. Here you have your Italian side *points to shitty looking pizza*, American side *points to shitty bbq chicken on top of pizza* and your Asian heritage *points to the really shitty spring roll the cafeteria gave out*
  • 2p France: This sub guy keeps asking me if he can call me daddy. I'm considering it.
  • 2p Russia: If you die can I play the accordion at your funeral?
  • 2p Canada: All this white shit better go back up to Canada where it belongs
  • 2p Italy: That's fucking gay "We've had sex."... You're right.
  • 2p Germany: The only thing he taught me in German was how to swear.
  • 2p Japan: *sends a video of a guy yelling about weeaboos* It reminded me of you
  • 2p Romano: My grandmother once threatened to beat me if I didn't eat the dessert she made so stop complaining
  • 2p Austria: Don't worry I've done this before *slides out Ouija board from under the couch*
  • 2p Prussia: Did you know that there's a ghost in my room? Her name's Lucinda.
Revision’s Never Been This Fun

I wrote this a while ago, during Easter time. I was revising for my exams, and I decided to make a ~ fun revision tool ~ by writing a fanfiction of Arthur and Alfred studying for their exams. I was supposed to make more for my other sciences, but I got lazy.
I thought I’d upload this here in honour of me getting my results in about four hours.

Warning: There are Chemistry facts (those are in bold in case you want them for E X A M  K N O W L E D G E), Chemistry jokes, sex jokes, and Chemistry sex jokes. Yes you read that right.

3,605 words.

Expect crack.


“Jeez, that’s the fifth time you’ve moaned my name in three minutes. If I couldn’t see your hands I’d have thought you were jacking off.” 

“… Jacking off isn’t actually a bad idea. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m just going to masturbate. Don’t mind me.” 

“Wait, Artie, what’re you- Artie get your hands out from there and put them up!”

Sighing reluctantly, Arthur lifted his hands up into the air, but promptly dropped them in favour of flopping down onto the table in front of him- a table laden with textbooks, revision folders, highlighters, discarded chocolate wrappers, and cans of various fizzy drinks. He was at Alfred’s (who he was happy to say was his boyfriend) house for the entirety of the Easter holidays, as the two of them knew that they revised better when together. They were in Year Eleven, which meant that their GCSEs (A.K.A. their most important exams to date), were just over a month away. So no, Arthur was not at Alfred’s house to have fun, as you might have thought. Sure, they had played games and such, but most of their time was spent with their heads buried in soul-sucking textbooks that would be their salvation. 

Today, however, Arthur was just not feeling it. By that he meant less than usual. Well, he never felt it, but he never felt it less… It made sense in his head. 

Relax, Alfred. I’d rather have sex with you than wank in front of you… Much more exciting, don’t you think?” Arthur said, smirking salaciously up at Alfred from his slumped position on the table as Alfred rolled his blue eyes that Arthur had come to adore. 

“I’d rather our first time be somewhere more romantic than bent over a table and fucked over empirical formulas and Fleming’s Left Hand Rule,” Alfred replied, grinning in spite of himself, a twinkle of mirth in his eyes. Arthur could see the humour of the situation; he was normally the one telling Alfred to get back to work, not this way round. 

“I don’t know, being bent over the table and roughly pounded into from behind by your large cock would certainly be a pleasant-“ 

“Are you always this freakin’ dirty when you’re hella bored, or what?” Alfred remarked, laughing. “Besides, you haven’t even seen my dick.” 

“That can be easily remedied,” Arthur purred, licking his lips and wiggling his thick eyebrows suggestively, making the both of them burst into peals of unadulterated laughter. 

“Okay,” Alfred finally said, wiping away a tear and readjusting his silver-framed glasses, “as much as I’d love to re-enact your favourite porn book, I think revising for exams is more important. Then we can go have sex anywhere and everywhere.” 

“Even the mattress store?” 

“Even the mattress store.” 

“What about in a play gym?” 

“Sure, after the kids have all gone.” 

“…We can totally do it in Fortnum and Mason’s, right?” 

“You’re trying to distract me again, aren’t you?” 


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