england memories


Today is ANZAC Day in Australia and New Zealand.

ANZAC stands for Australian and New Zealand Army Corps, and today serves as a national day of remembrance for our soldiers. You can read more about it here.

Thank you to all the Anzacs; the brave men and woman who have sacrificed so much for our countries, and still continue to do so. 

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.

Lest We Forget.

2P Childhoods

2p america: his childhood wasn’t the best, but not the worst either. England was closer to Canada, and France was never around. He actually never wanted to leave England’s side, but his 1p was adamant about it. He never fought, and actually hid at Canada’s house, he still has issues with his 1p because of that. 
2p canada: France never was the best role model, and England annoyed him to now end, always wanting to read to him and play. He was closest and still is closest to his 1p, he’s quiet and never judges him for anything, even if James does something stupid. 
2p england: His brothers are even worse than his 1p’s, one wrong move on his part and he would be knocked out, he never was strong enough to fight back so he just smiled and barred through it. He was never close to anyone in his childhood.
2p france: He has blocked all memories of his childhood out of his mind, his 1p was always loved while he was left in the dust. People would call him a witch, and he was burned at the stake after the French witch trials. (of course that can’t kill him, but it still hurts) He still has flashbacks and nightmares of his childhood
2p china: surprisingly, fairly normal considering. His “father” was an old man that took him in early on, the only issue he had in his childhood was getting close to someone and having to watch them slowly die.
2p russia: his childhood was the saddest of them all, filled with blood shed and loneliness, his scarf was a gift from 1p Ukraine, she saw him upset that he didn’t get a scarf like his 1p so she made him one as well. That was the biggest smile he ever made. (still has a little crush on 1p Ukraine from his childhood)
2p belarus: surprisingly ok, not the worst but no where near the best. She was always protected by her 1p, and she is still quite close to her. She had her share of pain and blood shed, but not that bad. Her 1p usually did all of the dirty work.
2p ukraine: ok, for a 2p, she had it easy. No major wars in her early years, annoyed that her 1p grew bigger breast than her during her teen years but has slowly come to terms with it, but that is about it.
2p lithuania: Darkest childhood of them all, he was seen as a witch and was burned and drowned more than once, more often than even Prussia! (which is a lot) many of his friends were murdered in front of his eyes because that was “what a witch deserved” part of the reason that he acts so tough and distant is because it was what kept him and others from being hurt. 
2p estonia: Being under soviet rule was hard on him, he still wakes up in a cold sweat with his scars on his back burning. When ever he did one thing wrong, he would be whipped, burned or starved. Since he is a country, it never killed him, but still. He has a missing finger on his left hand when he spilled tea one time. He can’t go into cellars because that was where they would keep him, and torture him.
2p latvia: Estonia took the brunt of the Soviet’s torture, but that doesn’t mean he got off scot free either, he has nightmares as well, not as many as Estonia but his fair share. DON’T WAKE HIM, he may hurt you. He doesn’t talk about his past, and will never talk about it. Don’t ask or he will close up.

yanderehetaliadrabbles  asked:

Hello! Could I have obsessed fan 2P England and singer s/o. He has been obsessed with her from the first time he saw her and wants her for himself. He kidnaps her and you can do whatever you want next. Also I know your blog is gonna be huge! I can't wait for more awesome content!

Wah! Really!? I’m glad you think so! >~<

At first, I wanted to go with the usual, ‘what the hell is going on’ reader. But…that is gonna get old if I keep going there. So, I figured, England knows magic. Why wouldn’t his 2P? And…on that note…he’d definitely use that to make his S/O his. I hope you like it well enough!

“Ah! I’m so glad I finally have you all to myself, darling~!”

That was the first thing they heard when they began to stir. The next thing they noticed was a splitting headache. When they went to cradle their head, however, their arms were unable to move.

“I’m sorry, love. A necessary precaution. I can’t have you running away from me! I’ll let you go when I can trust you. The ropes won’t burn you, I promise! I enchanted them myself! Soft as silk, tough as chains!” The same voice spoke again, filled to the brim with happiness.

There wasn’t any blindfold preventing their sight, so they opened their eyes, looking towards the source of the voice. A brightly dressed man, with almost pink hair, beaming at them from ear to ear. “I’m just so relieved that you’re finally awake…I was so afraid I had used too much…”

“Ex…cuse me? Where exactly am I…?” They mumbled, looking up at him. They knew they should be more scared, but…their mind just felt so muddled…

“Yes, how rude of me! I never introduced myself, oh dear…my name is Oliver, poppet. Please don’t be so formal, though! Call me Ollie, if you would. Much more friendly, wouldn’t you agree?” He continued joyfully.

“…Okay, Oliver-.”

“Right, Ollie. You didn’t really answer my question…and why does my head hurt…?” They were forgetting something. They just knew they were.

He gasped, eyes clouding with worry. “You’re home, of course! I’m so sorry that your head hurts. You wouldn’t come home with me, you see. I had no choice but to subdue you! I didn’t think it would cause any memory loss…”
Their eyebrows scrunched together. “Home with you? I don’t think I live with anybody…”

“Oh, it’s worse than I thought! You’ve completely forgotten me…poor thing! This must be so confusing! Don’t worry, love. I’ll explain everything to you. Here, let me untie you.” He went around the chair, and started fiddling with the ropes. “Again, dreadfully sorry. You were thrashing around in your sleep…I was scared you’d hurt yourself…”

They sighed in relief as they were freed. “Thank you, Oliv- Ollie. Why did you bring me with you? How exactly do I know you?”

A pink blush quickly spread across his face. “U-um…” The grin shrunk to a nervous smile. “We’re…um…in a r-relation…ship…”

“What!? I feel so bad now! I’m so sorry, but I can’t remember a thing…” They stammered out, eyes wide with guilt.

Of course, they couldn’t feel the bliss and smugness Oliver held within his heart. His sweet little cupcake…so trusting. No wonder it had been love at first sight. Even just seeing them through a screen…he could tell how perfect they were. However…somebody famous like them…well, he didn’t have a chance of earning their love fair and square.

Magic came in handy, now didn’t it? A drugged cupcake, sent as a gift from a fan. Invisibility spell, teleportation…finally, wiping their memory. He had prepared for months. It’d be easy, convincing his dear songbird to stay inside for now. After all, they could ‘overwhelm themselves.’ It was best to ‘wait until their memories had returned.’ But they never would. And they would forever stay with their dear, sweet boyfriend.


Champions of Europe, champions of England, winners of the FA Cup. Everything their hearts desire.

On May 26th, 1999 Manchester United became the first and only English team to win the historic treble. 


Nick Drake’s Grave | Church of St. Mary Magdalene | Tanworth in Arden, England | December 2015

Born in 1948 in colonial Burma, Nick Drake created brilliant, beautiful, melancholy music that has touched so many lives over the years. It seems he had an aversion to performing live and doing interviews which probably was a big reason for his lack of commercial success while he was alive. Ahead of his time, feeling misunderstood and overwhelmed by his depression he succumbed on 25 November 1974, at the age of 26. 

His sister is quoted as saying “My brother once said to my mother, “If only I could feel that my music had helped anyone at all …” 

If only he had known… 

Nestled in the town of Tanworth in Arden, the cemetery where this genius was laid to rest is tiny and covered in gothic headstones with a small church. Buried beneath an oak tree along with his mother and father, they share a simple headstone with the epitaph…

“Now we rise
And we are everywhere.”