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Some soft North Italy for this summer day

Do you remember the post about Roderich in a wheelchair? This is its continuation

I still stick to my headcanon about Austria's disability, and I think that after he spent some time in a wheelchair, he could start using a cane/crutches.

I need more headcanons about character disabilities *sob 🥺*

My second account!

Morning with Peter and Hanatamago!

The second part will be ready soon! Who would you like to see?

TIME FOR A SITCOM au!

"Axis + Alfred"

Yes, I made them in a printed style, because this has its own aesthetics. Maybe all au will look like this, it's fun enough to draw

YES. God, I wrote a post in the likeness of this below, and I would like to develop this idea. In fact, maybe the reason why Arthur's brothers hate him is that their most ridiculous death happened because of him? that would be fun.

Do you think Hetalia characters talk about their most bizarre deaths like the those "weirdest ways hamsters have died" posts

"— Oh, how did you find me? I thought I left Paris unnoticed.."

An illustration for my fic with France!

(I was supposed to draw a comic on this topic, but you know, I'd rather get ahead of Matthew from this sketch than finish it)

I have a hedcanon that countries are immortal and they just need a little time to recover. And one day Alfred seriously wanted to use this to win the Darwin Prize (The most ridiculous death or the most ridiculous attempt to deprive himself of the possibility of fertilization. In short, to bring evolution to a dead end, because you're stupid. It suits him perfectly).

But he couldn't do it alone. Therefore, Matthew helped him, despite the fact that the Canadian constantly said that Alfred needed not a prize, but a psychotherapist. And according to all the laws of their family, Matthew, not Alfred, was killed in the process.

And this is the reason why America really took offense at him, because he really won the prize. The prize of Alfred (!) is only because an American was thrown into it with a chainsaw. It's not fair 😤. Therefore, Arthur and Francis had to calm America and treat Matthew, because these two idiots can't sit still and not injure each other for five minutes. By the way, Matthew threw away the prize.

TIME FOR A SITCOM au!

"Axis + Alfred"

Yes, I made them in a printed style, because this has its own aesthetics. Maybe all au will look like this, it's fun enough to draw

Flying Mint Bunny...

Alright, I'm curious, my fellow Hetalians, please reblog this and put in the tags your favorite time period.

A tiny miracle ✨

He really looks amazing

can you draw germany?

You made a difficult requestΣ⊙▃⊙川

I don't know how to draw Germany's slicked-back hairstyle，so...

🤩and 🤲?

Thanks for the questions!

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

Hmm, it's probably Russia and Sealand. Russia is pleasant to me because it is a familiar region for me, and I do not need additional information to complement the picture. You can always use your memories, the people around you, and personal experience. Moreover, everything I write with him turns out to be very warm and homely. I hope the "Taste of happiness" (wip) will turn out exactly like this. Sealand, for me, is like a child who has experienced a lot and there is a deep and strong Story behind his childish image. I hope that it will turn out that way!

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

"... The officer threw the boy into his cabin and dispersed the soldiers to firing positions, they scattered like cockroaches, and Rafs remained on the cabin floor. He's so small, the uniform comes off his narrow shoulders, and he looks at the man with fear while he walks like a barrel out the door and squints beady eyes at him. He combs his mustache and takes the soldier by the scruff of the neck again with a thick hand, sits him down at his desk and straightens his uniform, even somehow with care.

— You're a fool, Rafs. Smart people tell you - stay in the barracks and don't flout. And you? Oh, God be with you — waved his hand again, and spread out some papers in front of him

— I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to. But you understand - so many people are in danger, and I'm sitting in the barracks. But that's not the case! — The voice broke again and cracked so loudly, the boy wanted to go to war. To a real war with your soldiers!

— Set aside. It's not up to you to decide what they do, you're too small. And who will you protect with your discipline? You can't sit still for two minutes. Hold. — A calloused hand handed the boy an automatic pen and a sheet of paper — Can you write?

— No sir. Not able.

— Well, then you'll learn. Hold it and write it down — The boy had cards with the names of soldiers on his hands, there was a photo of a soldier on every corner, his age, parameters and occupation before the war. Were they all his people? How many! The boy was fascinated by the paper with incomprehensible symbols. And Rajuel himself was already considering the boy's attempts in an attempt to master writing.

The officer himself took a piece of cloth and lifted the soldier's pant leg, bent down, tied his ankle to the leg of a chair and sat the child back down. He checked for strength, and smiled smugly.

— Now you can't run away. You'll learn to write until we figure out what to do with you. And if we don't come up with it, we'll throw it into the sea. — The officer laughed and patted the child's head. He didn't seem to appreciate the joke.

— What does it mean to write? — Rafs turned the pen in his hands and poked it on the sheet, there was nothing. Poked again, still nothing. What is this strange device? I pulled my leg, and that one is tied tight. — And what will you do with me? I want to defend England!

— If you will, you will defend your England. In the meantime, sit and wait for orders — The man leaned out of the cabin and yelled at the whole deck — John! John! Come here, you brat!

Jonathan came running as if by magic, saluted and started staring at the child again, who was dejectedly wagging his free leg at the table.

— John, how are you spelling? – the soldier frowned and was taken aback by such a question..."

Thanks! 🤍

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LORD I AM IN LOVE. I.. uh..

This Form suits him very well, just breathe if you agree

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ваня сильний

France's hair is a delight. they look like clouds 🥺

they will all be keychains soon...............

WIP!!

Oh, no, you seem to have angered Ludwig. In fact, I've already started hiding, you know, just in case

(A more canonical version with a scarf at the bottom!)

Drawing of Ivan Rurikovich Braginsky in charcoal. 1895 year, Saint Petersburg.

A page with France based on the song "Chance - Give us the tank (!)"

1."The farther the city - the better the landscape. And the sky is not in a haze, but in cotton candy."

2. "Here even trees grow somehow strange, and birds sing in a foreign language. While the plates with borscht cool down at the petrol station, we stick pins in the old atlas - and find out "There’s something else in the world!"

Thanks to @luciality and everyone who scored me 250 reblogs!

GOD, I'M SO HAPPY! THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR REBLOGS AND SUPPORT 😭💕

Bernwald and his very formidable dog

The story of how planet Earth became Sealand

怒り| Anger

The continuation of the comic about the Rebellious Alfred, who seems to have decided to involve poor Matthew in his affairs..

Part 1 ⬇️

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Arina!!

Wip a comic about a young rebellious America that, in the absence of England, decided to share its plans for its independence. And the first

The pioneer from Atomic Hart is good, but Ivan is much better in the style of this game. I like the triple photo so much, these shadows are just gorgeous 😭

Atomic Heart - Soviet Ivan

(I love the cartoon skills with soviet boy )

She's a goddess, would you agree?

Hold on tight, Wy!

Все крутышки из ру фд начали собираться 🥺🤍

Adorable children😖😖😖💗

He's serious 💪

Bernwald and his very formidable dog

In fact, this art caused me quite a lot of emotions when drawing. I tried to convey through Ivan's look and pose the warmth and care for his younger sister. You know the moment when he's not scared to death of her. (You just look at him, doesn't he love her?)

There may be a small continuation of this Art with the Balts and other characters, but most likely it will just be a small dubble

An old photo where Ivan and Natalia (please note that this is Belarus!) we danced together. And let's admit that they are doing well now and they are just happy.