Hetalia Reacts to.....Their 2Pselves!!Hetalia Reacts to.....7 months ago in Personal More Like This
More like 'My tomatoes' but you get the point
I am a Hetalian.Hetalia.I am a Hetalian.6 months ago in Personal More Like This
Probably one of the most popular anime.
We all love it, but there are haters.
Haters that make fun of our beliefs.
Some of them even try to persuade us to like something else.
Sometimes it works, and I feel bad.
I want to hug them so tight and say," Let's watch some Hetalia."
Because WE are Hetalians.
WE believe in what WE want.
We watch anime because WE love it.
We read manga books because WE want too.
This is the reason why WE cosplay at Cons.
Why did America have to Revolutionary War?
We won that war.
We're free to do anything.
And that's watching Hetalia.
We use our freedom by watching Hetalia.
Fangirling too much? Yes.
Crazy to spend our whole allowances on Hetalia stuff? We sure are.
Obsessed much? OF COURSE.
We make Ocs, we write up stories, we cosplay as Nations!
We want to EXPRESS our LOVE of Hetalia.
We all want Hetalia to be true, but sadly it's just an anime.
That's why there's fanfictions.
You may think that we're losing
Bestfriend!RussiaxReader-What Lies BeneathCrunch crunch crunchBestfriend!RussiaxReader-What Lies Beneath9 months ago in Romance More Like This
The soft snow gave in beneath your boots as you ran past the bare, snow-heaped trees in the cold and empty woods. It was so cold that you could see your breath in the air, carried away by the wind.
The sound of chanting sent chills down your spine as you wandered aimlessly through the dark. You glanced over your shoulder and your gaze met with violet eyes that glowed in the shadows. It was very unnerving.
"Don't look back," you told yourself bravely, looking back ahead and moving on, convinced that it was just your imagination.
You found yourself stumbling across a familiar stone bridge, stopping in front of a familiar tall, stone castle.
You forced the huge, wooden doors open with both hands and carefully stepped into the castle, out of breath and chilled to the bone.
The doors slammed shut behind you and you jumped. You started walking across the marble floors, looking up at the cobwebbed, crystal chandelier a
The Phantom of Hetalia: France: Why So Silent?The Phantom of Hetalia: France: Why So Silent?7 months ago in Romance More Like This
The hall went silent. The joyous laughter and rambunctious dancing, the swirl of color and the heady music all fell to death-like quiet. Standing at the top of the grand staircase, wreathed in smoke and fire was The Masque of Red Death.
“Lord, no,” I begged under my breath as I held tight to Raoul’s jacket. “Not here, not now.”
François had returned.
The costume he stood in looked as though he had garbed himself in blood. With wide-Venetian sleeves and prideful, red dancing slippers, François’ character looked like a dapper and fashionable creature—except for its face. His whole face was covered in a skull mask. It was so life like I thought that he had worn the head of one of his victims as a grisly trophy.
With steps slow and deliberate as death itself, the Phantom proceeded down the staircase. The sea of people cleared before the steady advance of the Red Death.
Sibling Controversy (Sis Reader X Brother England)Sibling Controversy (Sis Reader X Brother England)10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
After waking up from a long dream, you yawn loudly while still lying in your bed.
You begin rubbing the corner of your eyes to get rid of your drowsiness but stop right after feeling something on your face.
You look up at your hands in mortified before feeling the whip cream all over your face.
You quickly sit up and glare murderously at your bedroom door.
Yesterday night, your jerk of a brother put shaving cream all over your face while you’re asleep.
What a way to ruin your morning…
Pretending to read your novel, you secretly eyed Arthur who’s in the kitchen placing the electric tea kettle on the stove to begin boiling the water.
You swiftly turn to the page of your novel, taking note that Arthur is now setting his tea cup, milk, and sugar cellar on the table while waiting for the kettle to whistle.
You quickly let your eyes scan over the words of the novel, pretending to read when Arthur is facing this way. You don’t want to act suspicious.
After a f