japan x germany

  • America: 9:01! Germany is officially late for the first time ever. All right let's do this, who's got theories?
  • Japan: Uh... his alarm didn't go off.
  • America: All three alarms? All with battery back up? Come on, who wants to take this seriously?
  • Russia: Ooh, he was taken in his sleep.
  • America: That's what I'm talking about. Super dark, Russia, but way more plausible than Japan's idiotic alarm clock theory.
  • Italy: I bet he tucked himself into bed too tight and got stuck.
  • Romano: Hmm, maybe he fell into another dimension where he’s interesting?
  • [Britain sees the group huddled around the door.]
  • Britain: It's 9:00 AM, why hasn’t the world meeting started?
  • America: Germany is a few minutes late, and we're all trying to guess why.
  • Britain: I'd like to play. I'd say he’s... in line at the bank. This is fun.
  • America: It is fun. But you're all wrong. He clearly slipped through a subway grate and is having terrible sex with a mole man.
  • [Germany runs into the room.]
  • America: There he is! Germany! Where have you been? We've been worried sick, do you care to explain yourself?
  • Germany: I'm just 70 seconds late. It's not a big deal, don't worry about it.
  • Britain: Germany, you will tell us, and you will tell us now.
  • Germany: …There was a problem at the bank.
  • Britain: *claps his hands together* HOT DAMN!
  • Countries: WE WERE BORN TO MAKE HISTORY!!
  • England and America: *kiss*
  • Spain and Romano: *kiss*
  • Italy and Germany: *kiss*
  • Finland and Sweden: *kiss*
  • China and Russia: *kiss*
  • Japan: not the type of history we usually do, but no one's complaining. *proceeds to take pictures while ice-skating*
My Hetalia Ships Part 1

Here are all my ships of Hetalia so far

Please reblog if you post any of these ships. I’ll follow you

America x Japan

Originally posted by scars-of-fate

England x France

Originally posted by kuuqi

Sweden x Finland

Originally posted by bestshipoftheday

Italy x Germany

Originally posted by italyxgermany-hetalia-blog

Prussia x Canada

Originally posted by fandomzzz56

Originally posted by kunikidaz

Russia x Lithuania

Originally posted by kageyaamatobio

Switzerland x Austria

Originally posted by a-swiss-panda

Belarus x Lichtenstein

Originally posted by social-inertia-blog

:( Couldn’t find a gif of Lichtenstein

Italy x Holy Roman Empire

Originally posted by catebau05

Spain x Romano

Originally posted by milky-dreamer

Norway x Denmark

Originally posted by nimarefri

  • Japan: *spins around on his chair to face Germany* How long have you been sleeping with Italy?
  • Germany: That’s disgusting. And wrong. I don’t even get– why would– I’ve never had sex with anyone, anywhere. It’s none of your- you have- the nerve, the audacity. Italy is my friend, technically. And he is terrible, face-wise. And how- how- do I know, frankly, that you’re not sleeping with him? Maybe you are. Maybe you’re trying to throw me off? Hmm, check and mate.
Writing Sample: You Find Out That He’s a Country (Axis)

@imaginehetalia These are the first imagines of any kind that I’ve written, so I hope that I did well! In the end, I decided to write imagines for the “main three” of the APH Axis, but if you’d like me to write for Romano and Prussia too, then please let me know.

Veneziano/Feliciano Vargas:

You’ve been dating your boyfriend Feliciano for about six months, and even though he knows what you do for a job, he’s been very reserved about his. Of course, your outgoing, sociable lover being rather secretive alarmed you, so you decided to ask. The first and only time you did ask, his answer was: “I work for the Italian government, but that’s all I’m allowed to tell you, bella.” Since then, you decided to drop the subject (respecting his privacy), but you would, at times, wonder out of curiosity.

Lounging on the living room sofa, you were spending the day at his house. You both just finished lunch–which happened to be soup, not pasta for once–when your idle chatter was suddenly interrupted by the distant ringing of Feliciano’s phone.

“Aaaah!” he jumps. “I didn’t expect my boss to call me already! You just stay right there, (y/n), I have to take this!” And with that, he dashes off to his office, leaving you in silence.

After a bit, you started to get sleepy.

“Ugh,” you moan. “I’m tired…might as well head into his bedroom and take a nap there. At least it’ll be comfier than the sofa…” You manage to amble into the bedroom and collapse on the bed, your consciousness leaving you upon impact.  

Soon after you wake up, you hear Feli’s footsteps in the downstairs hallway, and you could hear the doorknob turn as he opened the door to the living room. However, he didn’t call out to where you are, but rather, he softly hummed to himself.

“He probably thinks I’m still asleep.” Not wanting to keep him waiting, you swing your lower body to the side and your feet touch the hardwood floor. Just as you stand up, though, your eyes catch sight of a photograph on the nightstand.

“It wouldn’t hurt to take a quick look at it,” you muse. You pick up the photo, a smile spreading across your face. “It’s a picture of Feli and Ludwig…” Your smile quickly disappears. “But why is it in black and white, and a bit grainy? Pictures are always in color now.” You turn the photo over in between your fingers. The only thing on the back is the caption: Me and Germany, 1942 ❤️️

You give the photo a quizzical look. Either this is some sort of joke, or your boyfriend has some explaining to do. First of all, why is Ludwig known as Germany, second of all, Feli and Ludwig existed all those years ago, and thirdly…what does that make Feliciano?

You spin your head, ready to confront him. However, you weren’t able to take more than a few steps forward when Feli appears in the doorway, being his usual cheery self.

“Bella, you’re up!~” he chirps. “I thought you were still asleep, but since you’re awake, do you want to go to the park with me and Ludwig–”

“You mean Germany?” You flatly remark, holding up the photograph. Feliciano opens his eyes, and his mouth hangs slightly open. “So who are you?”

“Um,” he mumbles, shifting his weight between his feet. “I didn’t want you to find out this soon, or at all, really, but you’re right, (y/n), Ludwig is Germany. As for me, I’m Italy–well, the northern half… which makes me Italy Veneziano.” He casts his gaze towards the floor, but you continued to stare at him. Looking back up at you, he continues, “So although we’re alike, I live much longer than you do, and we have very different responsibilities, but please don’t leave me, bella, I love you too much!” He hugs you tightly, and you could feel a few of his tears land on your shoulder.

“Calm down, Feli!” you exclaim, patting his back. “This shouldn’t change anything! I’m not 100% sure what all this means, but it’ll be okay! I promise!” He pulls away. “Really?” You nod your head and give a weak smile. “I’m so happy you understand, (y/n)!” he beams. “Now, let’s go before we’re late!” Grabbing your wrist, he leads you out the front door, stopping only to get the picnic basket from the kitchen table.


Germany/Ludwig Beilschmidt:

Snuggled into your bed sheets, you glance at the clock next to your bed. Midnight. You only knew what the time was, though, by the lit-up number 12, and the black void of the outside world; half of your sight is consumed by your fluffy pillow. Sighing, you turn your head to face the dimly lit ceiling. Anyone in their right mind would’ve gone to sleep by now, but as for you, you caught yourself up in your book instead. Unfortunately, you weren’t even able to get through another chapter when your eyes started getting bleary.

“Why do I always have to get up so early in the morning?” you grumble. However, you always start work/school in the morning, so your complaints, without fail, are futile. Furrowing your eyebrows, you head over to the bathroom to quickly brush your teeth and splash some water on your face. After completing these monotonous functions, you yawn, covering your mouth with your hand as you shuffle back to your bedroom.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, which can only mean a few things, especially at this hour. Nevertheless, you try to maintain your composure, but the slight shaking of your hands doesn’t make it any easier.

“Oh god,” you breathe. “Bad things happen when people get phone calls at night, right?” You hastily unlock your phone and look down at the caller ID.  Lucky for you, the person calling you is someone you’re familiar with. Actually, to be more specific, you’re very familiar with him. He’s your boyfriend Ludwig; after all, and what’s a romantic relationship without, well, a relationship? Not-so-lucky for you, your boyfriend would never call anyone this late unless it was about something important.

Honestly, you’re so tired that you’d let him go to voicemail, and answer in the morning, but you’ll end up feeling guilty.

“Hello?” You murmur, your voice laced with drowsiness.

“(y/n)?” Ludwig replies. You can tell that he’s drowsy as well, but the urgency in his voice partially masked it.

“W-Why are you calling me right now? It’s so late…” Ludwig lets out a long sigh, and pauses, thinking carefully about what to say next.

“(y/n), I suggest that you sit down, because what I’m about to tell you will be a lot to handle, okay?” Promptly, you walk over to your bed and sit down on it. Why is he like this?

“Okay, Ludwig, go ahead, whenever you’re ready.”

“…My name isn’t actually Ludwig Beilschmidt. That’s more of a pseudonym.” Your mind goes blank. What?

“Okay, so what is your name, then? And don’t tell me that you did something illegal and now–”

“Hold on, it’s not like that!” he starts. “It’s just… I’m the personification of Germany. That’s who I am. I’ve always represented Germany, since its beginning, and I’m sorry for not telling you earlier. I just didn’t know how you’d handle it. Most people don’t believe in personified countries anyway, so I understand if you’re skeptical.”

You stare at the wall, trying to process what he just told you. No one ever told you about people representing countries like that before, but you nod your head anyway.

“So… let me get this straight: you’re a country but also a person?” you slowly ask. You could sense Ludwig weakly smiling, even given the distance between you two.

“Yeah, that’s the basics. Well, that, and my health depends on my country’s condition, I have to leave for meetings with other countries, and other such things. Anyways, I know that you have work/school in the morning, so I’m going to let you go, okay?”

“Thanks, Ludwig. I love you; goodnight~”

You end the call, and set your phone on your nightstand. You don’t understand much about what he said, but you know enough.

“Oh well,” you smile as you tug the lamp cord, filling the room with darkness. Everything may be different, but to you, it’s still the same.

Japan/Kiku Honda:

Your phone beeps, giving you a 30-minute warning, and you jump at its suddenness. You hurriedly put your earrings in your ears, and check your hair. Your dinner reservation is at 8pm, and although you’re now ready, you’re not sure if you can say the same for Kiku. After swiping on your lip gloss, you swing open the bathroom door, bumping into the doorframe on your way out. Ignoring the dull pain in your hip, you half-jog over to the bedroom, and you pause a mere foot away from it. You slowly turn the doorknob and open the door just wide enough to get a small view inside. Deciding that he’s decent enough for you to enter, you open the door and make your way over to the opposite end of the room, where you see Kiku tying his tie in the mirror. Just as you’re about to walk up behind him, you quickly notice that a white sleeve is sticking out of the bottom of the closet.

“Of all the times it has to fall down on the floor, it has to be right now–” Your mouth freezes into a smile as you look down at the sleeve’s intricate gold trim. Kiku glances over his shoulder and spots you gazing at the article of clothing.

“(Y/n), what are you looking at? If you’re so curious, you can take a look at it when we get back, but I don’t want us to be late.” He smiles softly; he’s incessantly amused by your childlike fascination with everyday things.

“The restaurant’s only 10 minutes away, Kiku,” you smirk. “Besides, I’ll only take a minute.” Banging open the closet door (followed by your flinching), you realize that what you were looking at wasn’t a fancy dress shirt, it was a wrinkled military uniform. Softly gasping, you lift up the old uniform in front of you, and Kiku freezes, his eyes widening.

“U-um, (y/n), that’s, that’s my, uh–”

“I know. It’s your military uniform. What else could it be? The material’s more practical than that of a costume, but…” As you put two and two together, you leer. “Kiku, you never told me that you were ever in the military. And besides, there wouldn’t’ve been any time for you to be in it anyway: you’re hardly 20, and we’ve been dating for two years.”

Kiku breathes in a shaky sigh, and tentatively walks over to you. He takes your hands into his, and looking at him, your heart breaks when you see the regret in his eyes.

“(Y/n), I guess I can’t be hiding the truth from you anymore. You see, that is my old uniform, but it’s from World War Two. I put it in a part of the closet that I hoped you wouldn’t find, but that was only so things wouldn’t get complicated if you ever found out.”

If it weren’t for his straight, solemn expression, you would’ve thought that the whole thing is some sort of practical joke.

“The reason why I wore that uniform, and why I wore it so long ago, was because I personify the country of Japan. I used to be a part of the Axis Powers. You see, personified countries and humans only have appearance and behavior in common. Other than that…” He trails off, recollecting his thoughts. “Well, think of me as a high-ranking government official that won’t die nearly as easily as humans can.”

The back of your right hand brushes against his cheek, and you say, “If only you told me earlier, then all of your business trips, colds, and how you don’t look any different since the beginning would’ve made sense.”

“(Y/n), I’m sorry that I lied to you–”

You hold up a hand to stop him. “Trust me, it’s okay. Everything about you makes sense now, and after everything you just told me, I’ll get used to it…eventually. We’ve been perfectly fine for two years, so how about we keep going?”

Kiku nods his head, and his facial expression becomes more peaceful with each breath he takes. “Speaking of keeping going, we’ve got that new restaurant to go to~” Purse in hand, you walk beside him and close the apartment door behind you.