Sometimes, I just gotta remind myself of my origins… this is an WWI Alfred picture that I had scanned a LONG time ago but never got around to coloring for some reason? Tried to keep things pretty simple and monochromatic since i’ve been playing with colors a lot more lately.
What was germanys man-crush on england that you brought up in that meme?
So once upon a time there were a collection of states that were unified by Prussia and then named Germany. A while later, Germany proved itself to be self-efficient & expensive to keep, so Prussia gave Germany some leash before eventually granting it independence (under some terms and conditions).
Now their own nation, Germany’s government and people still look up to Prussia as a strong nation, but do you know who was even stronger? Great Britain!
In the mid-late 1800, Germany wanted to be on good relations with Great Britain, but they were a bit passive-aggressive. Germany piratically begged to be in some sort of European boat festival that Britain hosted annually. Both royalties at the time were family, so Great Britain had no choice to be nice, and let them join in. Then, impress Britain, they built up their navy a bit, but Britain kind of laughed at them, for the ships were small, and brittle.
But, then Germany figured out how to make bigger, better ships, just like Britain. Not liking Germany very much, Britain built up their navy, hoping that Germany wasn’t planning on attacking them. No, no. They weren’t going attack them. They were going to attack France. This is still the 1800′s so no, this isn’t WWI yet.
To impress, and earn Britain’s respect, Germany went down to Africa and half-assed an attack on a small island that France owned, telling them to get off the island, and it was Germany’s now. The French shrugged and warned them to leave, but without France standing down, Germany continued their attack.
Not long later, there were British ships in the distance, and the Germans cheered and laughed, because Britain had come to help them, and kick France’s ass for old-times sake.
But, here’s the thing, to contradict the rest of history, France and Great Britain were at peace, economical allies, and were actively taking steps to leave bloody history in the past…So I think you know where this is going. Britain told Germany to send their soldiers home, or they will defend France’s island, and take out their ships and strand them there. Germany pulled their soldiers without much protest.
Germany then turned away from Britain and started kissing Russia’s ass, even convincing them to go to war with Japan over Korea. But, that only lead to Russia blaming Germany for the Russo-Japanese war later.
Anonymous asked: Writing prompt: Ivan is an immortal but Alfred is just a regular human. Every time Alfred gets reborn, Ivan falls in love with him over and over again. Alfred has no memory of his previous lives until he finds pictures of Ivan with his exes that look suspiciously like him 👀👀👀👀 Ik this is based on that tumblr post but i just want a rusame ;;;;; I’ll give you my first born child im a huge slut for this reincarnation kinda thing thank
Thank you, anon, for your prompt! This went a bit off the rails initially and got longer as I went on, but here we go. Sorry it took so long. Slight warnings for temporary character death, but nothing major otherwise. And thank you @kagemushakosuke for being an awesome beta-reader!
The first time Ivan sees him, he’s bathed in the golden light flooding the late afternoon.
The longshoremen and dock hands are streaming into and out of the ship, and Ivan oversees the process with little interest. The captain of the ship and some American officials are making jovial conversation next to him, discussing everything from weather in Moscow at this time of the year to the political climate in the Colonies.
And out of the corner of his eye, he sees a flurry of movement and a flash of something, and when he looks over he finds himself looking at a boy. He’s beautiful, the sunlight adding a shine to his youthful features. He’s moving around swiftly, carrying packages and crates and helping here and there to unload the ship.
And while he is perhaps the most beautiful person Ivan has ever seen, the first time he ignores it as best he can. He’s just a boy among all the others.
Ahoy!! I’ve been posting bits and wips on my fan blog, but thought I’d post some of previews what I have here along with some general updates! Currently working on various comic shorts, including the Mermaid comic i’ve posted a bit about this summer, an anthology pitch, and last but not least, a Historical Hetalia fan-comic! It’s called Il Matto, and it’s a reimagining of Germany and Italy’s infamous “tomato box” meeting at the beginning of the Hetalia, set against the setting of the First World War’s Italian Front.
I’m kind of hesitant to post about works-in-progress here since I definitely have a lot of projects that have either failed or I wasn’t able to bring to completion (*cough cough* Blessed are the Meek *cough cough* Not if Hell Freezes Over) but I’m posting these here for now because:
1) This is one of the most organized times I’ve really been able to work on a fan short directly from script > thumbnails > final pages, and while I’m still not sure on an exact number of how many pages this is going to be when I’m done (I do know it’ll be 20+ easily) I have a definitive map of what I want to complete and I’m working steadily towards that! Also i feel like in the past year i’ve discovered more efficient workflows that just… make everything so much easier
2) I’m just really excited about this and this is to prevent me from just mass posting all the completed pages I’ve already made! Also just for
3) saw some tags on my preview stuff wondering what these pics were all about so just clearing some things up!
Planning to post the completed comic here on my blog when I’m done, as well as a PDF on Gumroad with extra sketches/research info! Anyway just letting you know–thanks as usual everyone for following and reblogging my art, it means a lot to me!
I NEED a Germany blog to rp with to flesh out all the ideas I have, but until then here are my ideas on it!
First of all, the hessians. I mean if Prussia helped Alfred in the revolution, he probably met Ludwig at least ONCE! Not to mention England hiring the hessians.
Flash forward to the end of wwii, and Alfred does everything to protect Ludwig himself, against the dismantling that the rest of the revenge-seeking Europe wanted. (I’m not pointing fingers just saying)
Then there is everything about werner von braun. I’ve talking about this before…. so many times. I don’t want to bore you but basically SCIENCE, DISNEY, SPACE SEX
The reason behind this is I’m facing a tough dilemma for post WWI aph Turkey. Because in this moment the Empire is no more, and there’s a war of independance going, so I could go full angst and make something like Turkey being in a coma or something, that’s what I wanted to do for a long time.
But. Aph Austria being canonically in a wheelchair at some point, and probably in this very time period, makes me go like “can you imagine these 2 assholes facing the wheelchair period at the exact same moment”
So my choice is still not made, but this needed to be done.
He had always wanted to be a soldier. As a child he had often been sickly, coming close to death more than once, but now he was a man, and had worked hard to become strong. As the youngest in his family, he knew all too well of the sacrifices his brothers had made so that he could have the chance to grow and live up to the legacy of his father and grandfathers before him, all decorated soldiers and honorable officials throughout history. It was the least he could do, no matter how small his accomplishments might be in comparison to theirs.
In the time leading up to the war, every wall in his neighborhood had been emblazoned with posters showcasing the virile bodies of warriors for everyone to see, of Siegfried and Siegmund, the great mythical Nordic heroes, off to slay dragons and rescue demigoddesses from giant rings of fire. He, however, harbored no illusions about the life he had chosen for himself. There would be no instant glory in the dirt and sweat of the battlefield; the most valuable prize for him would be proving that he had the mettle to defend his nation and his people, the same way that his brothers had always stood up for him back when he was too weak to protect himself.
Now that the long-awaited war had started and he finally was a soldier, the days blended together in a monotony of endless routine, a mix of minuscule, stagnant gestures that piled upon each other until he couldn’t even remember the number of days he had been gone. As the armies progressed slowly into enemy territory, he allowed himself to wonder, briefly–why was he doing this? He tried to recall the various reasons his superiors had explained to him in the meetings before. It had all made so much sense, with the maps laid out across the chalkboards and tables, demarcated neatly with spots of red and blue dotted lines, but the snippets of political ideology he had eagerly digested before dissolved like whiffs of fresh air amongst the pervasive damp stench of the battlefield.
No one spoke to him in those times, except for the general giving out orders and the occasional grunting complaint from his compatriots, and that was to him sometimes worse than the actual combat part. Between the short letters his brothers sent him at staggered intervals, he would start to wonder if he had actually lived his entire life on the barren battlefield, his interactions with them simply inventions he had made up to pass the time, and if they were real, and in the same position as himself, if had they already forgotten about him as well. Even if he didn’t admit it to himself, the idea scared him. He loved his family, but had never been good at making friends. If his brothers were killed in the war, or forgot all about him–who would he have left? Who would he protect, and be protected by? He knew many soldiers carried small, crumpled photographs of their ladyloves waiting for them back at home, but unlike them he had no such ties to a peaceful life.
Sometimes he thought about the enemy, faceless and elusive, identified only by the color of their uniforms and the shapes of their helmets against the gray skies. To them, he probably was also just another dusty silhouette, just another soldier in the Kaiser’s army, shouting orders and threats in a harsh, unintelligible language. He wondered what kind of people lay beyond the front, if they had brothers and sisters and sweethearts as well, and what things they might talk about and share with him, if he could speak their language and they could understand his. The leaders had all promised that after this war, there would be no need for any more wars. If that were true, then maybe he would be able to approach the former enemy, not as the soldier he had always wanted to be, but as just another man, another citizen, trying to make his own place in the legacy of the world.
Italy can lift heavy weights between rushes of adrenaline, so basically in drastic moments he can force himself to carry nearly twice his weight
So when Germany fainted in Hetalia World Twinkle episode 6, Italy completely panicked and knew he had to get Germany out of his clothes and into the shade fast and literally lifted Germany on to his back and dragged him through the dessert
Another situation happened when Germany was shot in No man’s land in WWI, Italy dragged him out of No man’s land, through the trenches, and to the ambulance car when they ran out of stretchers.
He completely strained his legs after carrying Germany’s unconscious body so many miles and he couldn’t walk for days, Germany ended up feeling bad since Italy injured himself saving him so when he recovered faster than Italy he would carry Italy places until he could stand up on his own again
2014 marks the 100th year anniversary of the unofficial Christmas Truces between the British and German soldiers during WWI. And so this happened. idk what it is; I was basically scribbling everywhere and hoping for the best. it was 2 in the morning ok?