Hidamari-Anpan's Hetalia Head Inserts1. Nations get to choose their own human names and day when they celebrate their birthday. Some nations think they were already born with human names.Hidamari-Anpan's Hetalia Head Inserts3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
2. Nations calling other nations by their human names or nicknames associating with either of the other country's official name and/or human name can indicate the level of intimacy they have between one another (or the nation just loves to give nicknames)
3. A nation introducing himself/herself with their human name first is still considered a taboo for the more conservative countries.
4. There are several alternate worlds coexisting with the Hetalia universe and each universe is linked to one another. With the Hetalia universe being the main and stabilizing core universe.
5. Whatever happens in the Hetalia universe will determine the fate of the other universes.
6. One of them is the Nyotalia universe. Here, the countries' counterparts are genderbent versions of themselves that have superhuman capabilities. One of these capabilities is
X-I's 100 Hetalia Head-Canons1. All nations can inherently understand each other when they're talking, regardless of what languages are being spoken at the time. Despite this, most, if not all nations are at least bilingual, because while they might be able to understand one another, they can't understand humans unless they can actually speak their languages.X-I's 100 Hetalia Head-Canons3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
2. Colonies, states, territories, and provinces are literally part of the nation that owns them. They're inexorably linked to it by invisible ties, and it takes great strength of will to forcibly break free of that bond once it is in place. If something happens to a colony/state/territory/province/etc., the nation will feel it, and if the nation is in danger or in trouble, the protectorates of that nation will instinctively band together to defend it.
3. There are two types of civil wars, and also how the nations are affected by them. The first type is when there is a clash of ideals in the government and a certain percentage of the people, and those peopl
[NARUTO OC] Profile: Tsubasa ToriyamaIntroduction[NARUTO OC] Profile: Tsubasa Toriyama1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Name (last, first): Toriyama, Tsubasa [in ANBU, her codename was Michi]
Nickname(s): Tsu, Wings, Falcon, Bird Girl
Age: 25 (pre-timeskip), 27
Sexual Orientation: Panromantic Asexual
Birthday: January 1st
Life Story: Tsubasa was born into the Toriyama Clan and spent a good deal of her life with just her family and with birds – she often got a new parrot that would keep her company while her parents were busy. Her home was an aviary located a notable distance from Konohagakure, which meant she didn’t get to socialise with many kids around her age back then. This made her rather awkward when it came to interacting with her peers at ninja school, which she attended when she moved in with her Uncle Sora Toriyama in Konoha. Her bird companion seemed to catch others’ attentions more than Tsubasa herself, who was deemed rather strange and aloof by her peers. Despite t
Hetalia Piri - My Name is...Ramblings of Piri - My Name is...Hetalia Piri - My Name is...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"My name is...right. I know my name...it's Maria Clara...Carriedo...de la Cruz. The Republic of the Philippines. Right? That is my name. No, wait. It isn't?" the young girl mumbled to herself as she watched the rain pour outside her home. It was one of those days...when rain and darkness would mix in and be the perfect atmosphere for a gloomy night. Just like what she was facing at the moment.
Over the past few years, she had been constantly trying to collect the pieces of her lost past. Looking for old clues, joining trips to untouched regions of her home, rereading history textbooks from her land and others. She was tired, but she had to find out more about it. Her researchers did tell her to rest and concentrate on her other duties. Fortunately, she is still able to keep up with her schedule and time.
But there was something else. She wasn't just looking for her past, she was trying to return what she had lost. All of those memories, all of t
MPIxW Contest Entry: Reminiscence~*~MPIxW Contest Entry: Reminiscence3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Indonesia held her head down as Australian sea patrols yelled at her sailors. It was her fifth attempt to try and enter Australia, and yet there was no success. She separated from her vessel and was taken to shore by the Australian guards, where Netherlands would come take her home.
The little girl sat quietly on the beach, surrounded tightly by men with guns. She had just wanted to see her friend; a boy named Yolngu. They had been separated for a long time, and she worried for him. Despite the struggle it took to get on a boat to him, she didn't care. It was worth escaping her room, through the window or through the door. Through the forest or the fields. It didn't matter. Her friend was what mattered.
She hugged her legs to her chest as she shuddered against the ocean breeze. A shadow of a boat appeared on the horizon. It grew bigger and bigger as it got closer, and when it was an enough distance away, a rowboat was deployed and sailed towards the beach. When it docked, Ne
Contest Entry: Behind the SmilesBehind the SmilesContest Entry: Behind the Smiles3 years ago in Drama More Like This
OTPs: BruPhil, USPH
"Pag-ibig, 'pag na'sok sa puso nino man, hahamakin ang lahat masunod ka lamang."
The great walled city of Intramuros was bustling in its usual noisy business. The clops of horse hooves and the clack of large wooden wheels on the cobblestones mixed with the indiscernible chatter of civilians as they walked to and fro filled the hot afternoon air. Women, both Filipinos and Spanish, had huge fans out which they used to alleviate the discomfort of the heat, and used to cover their faces modestly whenever a man walked by.
Outside the walls was a different story. The horse-drawn carriages and people in Spanish garb mixed with Filipino clothes were still present, yes, but there was a general air of hardship and poverty hanging over the dirty streets of the extramuros. Women in worn-out baro't sayas hurried to and from the markets, the churches and other houses, going about their daily chores. Small boys worked as bell-ringers in t
NEXT: Into the Past Chapter 6Chapter 6: Caught by a Red RoseNEXT: Into the Past Chapter 63 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alfred stared wide eyed at the kids and the kids returned it. Then he threw is arms up in the air.
"Where are these kids coming from?! I swear to God, Arthur must have a hole is his house so kids can enter." he muttered, scratching his head.
Nikita's eyes sparkled. She quickly ran towards Alfred before her brother or his friends could comprehend and jumped to give him a hug.
"DADDY!" she squealed.
Roger's, David's, and Momo's jaws dropped to the ground. The secret they all kept so desperately was revealed so easily by an innocent six year old girl in an innocent attempt. Alfred was surprised but caught Nikita. Nikita cuddled into the crook of Alfred's neck and began to speak in Belarusian.
"H-Huh?! Dad?! Wait, wh- wha?! Aww, I ain't your daddy, kid! But I'm fine with a hug!" Alfred said and hugged his future daughter.
Oh yeah, Alfred F. Jones, the super power of the world was a blockhead.
Roger ran up to his sister and future father, flailing his arms wi
Tagged 'LOVE'Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia Axis Powers and the canon characters.Tagged 'LOVE'3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Warning: Mild language, OCs and AU (This is not the regular Hetalia Gakuen universe, this is in W Academy universe)
"Your whole life is in the education system. You end it when you either graduate or drop out."
"So basically, we just wear this paper necklace and write whatever we want on each other's papers, right? I can do that."
In the Asia classroom, a group of ten youth sitting in a circle fussed among themselves. Each of them was different, unique in their own way, yet they were family. They lived side by side and they're "the closest family he had known" as China phrased it.
"If they are going to write my oh-so-many virtues on my paper, I'd rather mine gold, please," Brunei commanded to his senior. China gave Brunei a look. "Or yellow paper is close enough."
At least, they believed they were close.
This is so ex
Resurfacing Memories"Tawalisi, let's play Congkak" The owner of the voice was a pretty girl with her hair tied in a ponytail and there was flower on her hair.Resurfacing Memories3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Do I know you?
"Go, Tawalisi! Win and Beat Akak again!" It was another girl with eyes that tells her laidback persona. She was wearing a Gumamela flower on her head and she was waving a fan around as she cheered.
Who are you?
"Waah! Tawalisi wins again, so amazing!" She heard the smallest girl with the short curly hair say. She was being carried by a boy with sharp eyes and glasses who congratulated her.
Are you talking about me?
"Congratulations, Tawalisi." She turned her head, only to find herself alone with the speaker. She saw his smile, she saw his figure, and his long ahoge as Japan would put it. But that was it. He was familiar, his essence and his voice was. But why couldn't she see his face?
Who are you? Who is Tawalisi?
"Hehe," she heard someone giggling, and she searched for the source.
I love you, but we must partTime passed and the Dark times came…I love you, but we must part2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I felt my body shiver in fright. I’ve heard plenty of stories about the western men who threatened my family. I admit that I am mighty scared.
What if they try to hurt me? Or worse… what if they do something to harm my family? I doubt I can take such agonizing sorrow if they do. I am not quite sure I can forgive them if they do.
I watched the western men (”Outsiders… Trespassers…” I could hear my inner thoughts) from behind Zubu’s Rajah. He had warned me to be wary of the westerners. Just as you and Temasek had warned me of their deceitful tongues the western people possess. I peeked a bit, observing the
Contest Entry: AbortionAbortionContest Entry: Abortion3 years ago in Romance More Like This
OTPS: ThaiViet, BruPhil, AussieNesia
" sniff Kuya Thai ate Viet's gonna"
Thailand was in complete shock by what his Filipina friend had called him for. He was sure that Philly was going to call and brag about her cravings finally coming in. He had forgotten that the texting nation would call when it was a grave matter.
He already knew what Philly had called him for.
"Kuya Thai! Hello?! Hell"
Thailand pushed the button that ended the call, leaving the girl at the other line worried with what tomorrow might hold.
"Ph-Philly," stammered a young man with a hat on his head and a thin ahoge dangling just about his
AussieNesia ABCsA is for AnnoyingAussieNesia ABCs3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Australia never understood, with the large amount of money he's given her, she still comes back for more with a sheepish grin. It was cute the first few times, and then it just gets bothersome. "What happened to the money before?"
"I... May have... Lost... It...? I swear! I don't know where it went! I was holding it in my hands and when I looked away, it was gone! .. Eheh... Please...?"
B is for Brave
Australia always knew she was a brave girl. Especially since the day she fearlessly took on Japan and his katana, though it had ended in her defeat.
C is for Close
"Stop moving, Aussie! Do you want me to fix it or not?" Indonesia placed her hands on her hips. She and Aussie had gotten into a fight earlier, and it ended with a black eye for Australia.
"Well maybe you wouldn't have to fix anything if you didn't punch me!""Well, maybe if you didn't make me lose my temper, I wouldn't have hit you! Now stop moving before I punch your
Hattefutte Parade: Philippines VersionHattefutte Parade Philippines VersionHattefutte Parade: Philippines Version3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
In my right hand is pandesal
In my left is HALO-HALO~!
Family, fun, food and friends; it's a piesta parade
Towards the enchanting world, Mabuhay!
Take your hands, spin, and it's the world
Siesta's taken and I'm just on time.
Asul, pula, dilaw at puti.
Don't forget my Tri-Star and Sun; they're my siblings.
"Kumusta na po kayong lahat?! Mano po, lolo at lola. Tito, Tita, may pasalubong po kayo para sa akin? Oi, ate, kuya, gusto ninyo ba ng kape?"
Family, fun, food and friends; it's a piesta parade
Sound your instruments, it's time to march
If everyone at 'one-two' create a banda
Magkompleto ang musika
The one on the mike is me, Pilipinas (boku Piripinzu).
"Ali na! Para may merienda tayo mamaya!"
Pasko starts sa Setyembre
The parols will be ready by then.
But it's nothing without everyone
Being one big happy family!
"Hoy, be here for Christmas, okay?"
(Perlas ng Silangan)
Perlas ng Silangan. Salamat sa iyo, Pe
MexPiri Drabble - The BestThe year was 1667.MexPiri Drabble - The Best2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
New Spain and Philippines were two of Spain’s many colonies back then. They had been introduced to one another just over a century ago, with the former acting as a friend and caretaker of sorts to the latter. What helped keep their connection stable during those times was the inauguration of the Manila-Acapulco Galleon Trade. Usually it was New Spain who visited the female archipelago, but this time he decided to switch it up, bring her back to his.
The two, young teenagers in appearance, were walking hand in hand throughout Mexico City. Philippines wasn’t familiar with what the city used to be. Tenochtitlan. Only New Spain would ever understand the beauty of what this city was like before he was struck by colonialism. He could only offer Philippines a smile as she admired the new architecture that spread through the land.
Still, it was great to watch her smile. He knew there was a lot she missed also. They both had family they’d been separated from
BRUPHIL | HumanThe day of her passing had made a huge impact on me. Just as much as it did to the others, I'm sure. She was a very close friend of mine and to think that she would just disappear like that shook my world. I remember the first time I met her, we were clawing each others faces. Literally.BRUPHIL | Human1 year ago in Drama More Like This
She clawed my face the first time we met. And well, I kinda kicked her in the shin too so I don't really have a say in this. Later after that, we eventually got along. And believe it or not, we actually really liked each other, you know, in the romantic way. But that only lasted for a while until she had to move to Spain for a few years. We were both really close in primary school. So close that I can remember every detail about her. I can tell you so many things about her, actually. Like her terrible morning breath and frightening bedhead. The way she'd laugh obnoxiously during P.E class whenever she scored a basket. The way she'd sometimes pick fights with people who made fun of her height. And best
Birthday Special! #2Maria sat up, her bed head noticeable. Her eyes closed with an aura that say's "If you want to talk, let's talk later. I might just ignore you." She stood up and lazily fixed her bed. Her body still asleep for some reason and it's screaming "Go back to bed!" But she know's that she has to wake up or else there will be no work done if she lazily sleep in her bed.Birthday Special! #21 year ago in Romance More Like This
She walked downstairs, her step's light. She was about to have a good morning when suddenly an annoying ring came blasting at the living room. She hurriedly picked it up because she doesn't want to hear any of the annoying ring's.
"Hello?" She said, her sleepiness evident in her voice. "YO MARIA!!!!" A loud and obnoxious voice screamed. She could tell that she can feel her ear drum explode. "Alfred, good morning. Why did you call?" She was irritated but her mind screamed not to lecture the American.
There was silence. "ARTHUR!! MARIA IS MEAN TO ME!!! SHE FORGOT IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TODAY!!!" Now Maria is wide awake. She left
Vietnam Around the World Chapter 1Germany was sitting in the room where the worldwide meeting was held. He was waiting for Japan who was escorting a newcomer to the meeting. Italy was sitting next to him, drawing something that look like pasta. Romano giving Germany an evil stare while Spain tried to chat with Romano, but he then earned a head butt into the stomach. America was eating and talking at the same time with England, who was disgusted by the country's lack of etiquettes. France was trying to flirt with some of the female countries, but was given either a slap or silence. Russia was sitting quietly with fear as his sister, Belarus, clung on to him like her life depended on it. Switzerland was sitting alone cleaning his gun and was slightly nervous about being so close to the countries around him. Austria and Hungary were sitting together talking while Prussia, who wasn't officially a country, was trying to get Hungary's attention but ended up getting beaten up by Hungary's frying pan. China was fidgeting and wVietnam Around the World Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Filipino Identity: Part I After seeing a fellow Filipino deviant’s journal about what he saw in TV Tropes describing Filipinos' 'National Stereotypes,’ I think its time to share what I’ve learned regarding ‘Filipino Identity and Culture’ during an orientation I took for a cultural exchange trip I took a while back. During the orientation, a local anthropologist from one of the universities shared his study and knowledge about what being a Filipino is and what is their identity now.Filipino Identity: Part I2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
But, of course, one should know at least a general meaning of ‘identity’ to begin with. According to the professor we had there, “identity is a basis of selfhood and in the past, traditions have controlled the kind of person individuals should become.” Traditions are usually connected with our past; therefore he added that, since it is now modern times:
"Modernity makes identities more complex
But identity itse
(Contest Entry) DeterminationShe sat me down across from her and gestured to the fruit bowl. "Help yourself!" she chirped and well, I definitely obliged. After all, Philippines grew the best mangoes in the world. 'And don't let India tell you otherwise!' she would add with a cheeky smile. I sunk my teeth into the mango and indulged in its sweet taste. Such a bright, sunny fruit... it's fitting of Philippines, I'd say. It's her personality, you know?(Contest Entry) Determination3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
To think she had endured so much over the years... and yet what history churned out was a strong, optimistic young woman. It's really cool, I'd say! Though I suppose every nation here in the world today is tough, huh? Still, Philippines is admirable.
Oh, of course! Now's my chance to impress her with my newfound knowledge! But before I could snatch up the chance to speak, she went first.
"It's really nice of you to visit again, Yong Soo," she began, picking a mango for herself as well, "you've been visiting heaps lately, I've noticed."
I laughed. Oh yes, should I say M
Pineapple's 100 Hetalia Headcanons1. The only way a nation can truly die is when his or her people and culture have disappeared, warped, or been completely destroyed. They are virtually indestructible otherwise, a reflection of how persistent and adaptable humanity is.Pineapple's 100 Hetalia Headcanons4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
2. Nations can physically "die", meaning their bodies can shut down, but they'll come back to life sooner or later. This is an extremely painful, weakening process.
3. Superficial, or physical, injuries dealt by others heal very quickly for nations; however, the length of time depends on the severity and location of the injury. Also, if an injury that is dealt corresponds with a major battle or event, it may leave some lasting damage. Injuries that result from battles or natural disasters heal like human injuries do and are much more likely to leave scars.
4. The animals or non-human companions that nations keep take on the nation's immortality and some measure of their power. This is because such creatures become the nation's familiars/spirit animals/to
Wonderful Days | Nijimura x ReaderWonderful Days | Nijimura x Reader3 months ago in Drama More Like This
In which Nijimura tries telling a story to a bunch of kids. Kids who are only a year younger but that was beside the point. The point was he was trying; it's kind of hard to narrate a children's story when one keeps getting interrupted. But Nijimura supposes he doesn't mind getting interrupted — if it meant holding his team together for a little bit longer, he'd gladly retell it a thousand more times.Note: Set in the same universe as Flirt like a Rainbow and When all is Fair Game, although this can be read on its own. This is the last installment of the oneshots in this universe. Please check the description below after reading this story for some announcements about the multi-chapter fic I'll be writing that is based on this universe.
Nijimura has this talent in sen
Birthday Special!"Ivan!" Maria smiled, and ran towards the big Russian. He was smiling, and also holding two luggage. She jumped a bit and hugged him. Her arms can't even meet at Ivan's back, he smiled and hugged back. Ivan chuckled, and Maria felt his chest vibrate making her giggle in the process.Birthday Special!1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Maria tried getting Ivan's luggage but he refused. "Women are not allowed to do Men's work." She pouted and told him that she is a man herself. Ivan formed a plan in his head making sure to backfire what she said to him.
They reached Maria's car, and Ivan placed the luggage in the trunk. Maria was about to sit on the drivers seat when Ivan beat her to it. "I will drive da.~" Maria pouted and just agreed. The sky was dark and the moon was showing. The building's lighting up the darkness. And Ivan is instantly sweating from the heat.
The traffic was heavy. And Ivan was 'kolkolkoling' along the way and Maria was holding back her laughter. When they reached her house Maria laughed. And Ivan wasn't upset, not on
Rendezvous *MexPiriBru*A/N: A break from writing my Philippine-inspired novel, which I have plans to send the manuscript to a publishing company (haven't decided whether to pass the manuscript to Crescent Moon Press, Sourcebook Fire, or Omnific Publishing). Cross your fingers, guys, and pray that one of these publishing houses will give me the okay sign and will publish my first ever Young Adult, high fantasy, historical(?), mystery, romance novel. I will need some help and opinions. If you are interested in reading two chapters of the novel, then please PM meRendezvous *MexPiriBru*3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He is there, on the balcony. Hand cups a glass of white, translucent wine. He must have added something to his drink to make it look smoky like the haze on his brown eyes, as if he is thinking too deeply. I am still too stunned to see him here with his polished, leather shoes and his too-Western of a suit. He isn't even a Westerner. Anyone can see that he isn't, but he looks perfectly good in that suit, in that black, black suit wi
APH OC Profile - PhilippinesBASIC INFO:APH OC Profile - Philippines4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Name: The Republic of the Philippines, Philippines
Human name: Maria Clara Dela Cruz y Carriedo
Birthday: June 12
Hair color: Black (or extremely dark brown)
Eye color: Chocolate brown
Height: 160 cm (5' 3''ft)
Philippines is a tan-skinned young lady with long black hair that reaches her waistline and bangs that flow to the right side of her face. She is often seen dressed in her national clothes, the Baro't Saya (barong at saya), but at times wears a dark green military uniform. Her eyes are of the color dark brown (described as chocolate brown by a certain someone~), and a few locks of hair are tucked in behind her left ear by her national flower, the Sampaguita.
During modern times, she wears a dark red tank top and denim shorts, especially during the summer because of the heat in her homeland.
If you look closely, you will notice that she wears a pearl