Hetalia Headcanon: FamilyA country can either have a country or a human with a significantly long lifespan as a child. Most of the children of the ancients, were humans with long life spans who contributed much to their nations.More Like This
Many countries describe that they had a warm and loving realtionship with their family. They fondly remember the fun time they had as well as the lessons learned as a child. Even to this day, there are some countries who do not go on with a huge descion without thinking of what a certain loved family memember would do in that situation.
Even though Rome's romantic conquests were well known and numerous, he had only one surviving child: Margarita. All of his sons were killed in the many wars of the Roman Empire. She married Giovanni and their children were Italy and Romano. However Italy and Romano were solely raised by Margarita because Giovanni died shortly after Italy was born. It was because of this, that Rome was involved in the children's (mostly Italy's) lives.
AdmirerShe had tucked the little boy in, pulling the covers over him and straightening the pillow.More Like This
"Sleep tight Feli," she whispered, kissing his forehead.
Elizaveta walked over towards the dresser table which held a vase filled with six red roses. She sniffed them, smiling as she took in the aroma. About three days ago, someone left the boquet in fromt of her door. To Miss Héderváry was written on a white card in neat cursive. No indication of the sender. The day after that, a basket of pastries appeared in the morning, attached with a card with her name on it with neat cursive. She had shared the cream filled cakes with Feliciano, wondering who could have made such delicious treats. And then yesterday, after returning after a long, hard, day, there was a glittering necklace that had a ruby pendant strung on a diamond chain. As usual the card had her name on it, but a poem was written underneath:
I could have never seen anything so divine
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I own nothing but my fantasies.
The day had started off normal enough. Normal in a sense that at least nothing supernatural had happened at start. The alarm clock had set off at a normal hour, 8 am, and Dean had woken in his own bed alone. He had a headache, but that was just normal considering he had been talked into going to the bar the night before by his colleagues at the garage. Yeah, he was hangover a Thursday morning, but that wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.
Dean scrambled out of bed and slammed the alarm clock off from doing it’s annoying beeping-thing. He took a minute to rub his face and tired eyes, cursing the fact he had to go to work after just 4 hours of sleep, before he stood and headed for the shower. The night before hadn’t resulted in any girls either inviting him over or following him back home, but it wasn’t all that bad. At least then he didn’t need to try to get rid of them before getting to work, and