“Gues who England? It’s your worst nightmare!”
For decades Denmark-Norway and the Dutch republic were in a theoretical alliance but in the middle of the seventeenth century it finally came to fruition. The Dutch aided the Danish against Sweden during the battle of the Sound in 1658, and now in return they have come to aid the republic in revenge against England in the second Anglo-Dutch war 1665 – 1667.
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Powerful oblivion dwells on your mouth,
And Lethe flows in your kisses.
“I’ll be back”
- Kiku, probably
A.D. 1598 - fashionably late, @historical-hetalia-week day four!
PLINKO NO MORE ‼️
(ref post by @literalgerm here)
this was so fun to draw honestly plinko horse saved me from art block <3
For the lovely @tsukkimochi really hope you enjoy this fic ❤️❤️
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"(Y/n) are you sure about this?" Omar asked as he exited his sleeping cot. (Y/n) smirked, patting him on the back as a means to comfort him. "Don't worry so much, we will be back before they even notice we're gone." (Y/n) reasoned, turning her back to him and beginning to walk slowly, avoiding any small twig and or stone that might cause noise. Omar sighed, before following in her steps.
Throughout their relationship, (Y/n) has always been the more daring one. Even before the war, she would be constantly chastised by her mother for putting herself and Omar in danger. Not that (Y/n) really cared for her words. The thrill was too great. She would never put anyone in danger on purpose, but sometimes, the trouble would find them. "Where the hell are we going anyway? Won't the enemy have swarmed every town in France by now?" Omar inquired. In hindsight, his question would have brought up concerns, but (Y/n) was prepared for that.
"From the last patrol report, there's still one more town that these fucks haven't taken over. Just so happens that this town has got the best drinks. Besides, if shit hits the fan, we got fake papers and you can just pretend you're mute." (Y/n) proposed, giggling when she saw Omar's expression. She would always tease him about his inability to learn languages. "Fine but as soon as we see one Kraut, we are leaving." Omar stated. (Y/n) grinned and placed a loving kiss on his cheek. "You're the best."
The two continued to walk until they reached the small town, which seemed to have a small festival of sorts. Beautiful lights were lit, their holders decorated with various flowers. It looked as if people were also dancing. Which made (Y/n) giddy. Omar smiled, he knew what a swinger his girl was. "We have to go and dance after we drink." (Y/n) suggested, still keeping a low voice. The town might not have been captured, but those weasels had eyes, basically everywhere. They couldn't risk being heard speaking English. Once the two entered the bar, (Y/n) ordered two bourbons, taking a seat next to Omar. Bourbon has always been a go to drink for them. It tasted amazing and the burn of the throat provided a high that few liquors could match. Apparently, they underestimated the high.
"Do you *hic* remember when the *hic* Lieutenant nearly fell over?" ( Y/n) asked. Omar clutched his stomach, letting out a bellowing laugh. "Stooooop!" He begged. The couple continued to have their fun, completely unaware that it was well over three AM. When they walked back, trying desperately to hold each other up, they still thought that no one would be awake. "Phew, thank God the Lieutenant ain't awake, huh?" Omar said with a grin, making (Y/n) nod excitedly. Just then, the camp lamp was lit up.
"Try that again, Ulmer." That southern twang in the voice made both of them stand at attention. There was Aldo, sitting on a tree stump, with a very displeased look on his face. "Explain. Now." He ordered. They had never heard him sound so serious. Omar began to shake and stumble on his words, while (Y/n) was trying to think of something to say. "W-we were with the Staff Sergeant sir!" (Y/n) stated, thinking it would work. Aldo raised an eyebrow, turning his finger to point to a passed out Donny near a tree. (Y/n) swore under her breath and Omar felt like he was gonna die. "Now how is our Sergeant passed out over there, while you two come here, last midnight, drunk as all hell? How the fuck does that work?" Aldo inquired, voice raising in anger, though he tried to avoid waking the others. Trust Aldo when he says you don't want to see a Hugo who has had his sleep disturbed.
"Do you two have any idea what danger ya'll could'a put us in? We're in enemy territory goddamnit!" Aldo stated. "Not only did you sneak out, you went and got drunk! Fucking great!" Aldo exclaimed. It wasn't that he was mad at them directly. He understood that sometimes, especially during times like these, people would need a little breather. But this was something else completely.
"Sir we-"
"I ain't finished (L/n)."
Aldo interrupted, effectively shutting (Y/n) up. The man sighed, his fingers squeezing his temple. " I don't need to worry about you two acting like fuckin' kids! Who's idea was it?" Aldo asked. Omar and (Y/n) looked at each other, Omar opening his mouth to speak when (Y/n) jumped in. "It was my idea, sir. We were just trying to have fun and I dragged Omar-" (Y/n) stammered, before she was interrupted. A pair of strong hands dragged them both into a bear-like hug. To say that they were confused would be an understatement. "Um...sir?" Omar asked. Aldo sighed and pulled away, his hands remained on both of their shoulders.
"You two had me scared half to death... I promised I'd get ya home, didn't I?"
The two looked down, feeling guilty. "We are sorry, sir. It won't happen again."Omar stated and (Y/n) seconded that. Aldo smirked, before a strong yawn broke through. "Good, I accept both of your apologies but you will be punished accordingly for it." Aldo announced with a grin, making (Y/n) and Omar both groan. Aldo patted them on their backs. "Go on, off to bed and if I catch you again, I swear on my momma lll whoop both ya' asses. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, sir!"
(Y/n) and Omar returned to his sleeping cot, Omar still shaking a little. They huddled close, Omar placing a hand over her. "I am never following you anywhere again." Omar stated. (Y/n) laughed, placing a kiss on his jaw. " Whatever you say, sweetheart." She said, drifting in drunk sleep. Omar smiled. Despite the inevitable hangover tomorrow, Omar was thankful for the time he got to spend with you. It was through you that he figured out what love was...and that you should never underestimate bourbon.
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Best sitcom ever.
MIND YOUR LANGUAGE 24 November 1977 - 12 April 1986
Spain attributed the success of his Zumba classes to his personality.
so… how bout that turn-of-the-century aph france with an artsy bohemian moustache, guys? guys??
I love this headcanon
• Sweden is allergic to pollen, so in the beginning of summer time he takes eye drops and pills to keep his eyes and throat from swelling up
• Finland speaks fluent swedish and can easily switch from swedish to finnish. But he hates that everytime he visits sweden, people ask if it would be easier for him to speak english.
• Finland can have pretty aggressive mood swings, and every time he gets angry and furious, Sweden just stands there and let Finland to cool off. They barley argue with each other.
• All the nordics wear a christian cross somewhere on their body. Norway wears one in his hair, Sweden & Finland wears necklaces that match, Denmark has a tiny tattoo of the cross on his wrist, and iceland wears a bracelet on his right hand.
• Denmark loves swedish cinnamonbuns but he can’t make them as good as Sweden. He asks him to make him a bunch once per week and Sweden happily makes him a batch.
• Norway is actually very outgoing and extroverted. he is quite easy to talk to and he always says what’s on his mind. The reason why he seems very distant and unsociable is because he doesn’t want people to be in his shadow. he wants other people to be able to say what’s on their heart before he interferes.
• Iceland listens to a lot of Green Day. his favorite songs are King for a Day and Give me Novacaine
• Sweden is very traditional when it comes to holidays. He makes Christmas magical, Easter unforgettable and Midsummer rememberable. All the nordics celebrates their holidays together with Sweden and Finland.
• Norway is really good at fishing (which both Denmark and Iceland find really weird) and he loves to hike and be out in the wild. Norway and Iceland have a tradition to hike for 3 days every year in the spring time. Iceland hates it.
• Denmark won’t admit it, but he cried when he watched Titanic. Iceland makes fun of him for it.
• Finland cried to P.s I Love You and he kept thinking about for a week and told Sweden that he isn’t allowed to die. Not as long as Finland is alive, at least.
• Iceland cried to Avengers: Infinity War and Avengers: Endgame
• Norway cried to The Green Mile. So did Iceland, but he doesn’t admit it.
• Sweden has only cried for one movie, and that movie was Hachiko. Finland isn’t allowed to talk about it because Sweden thinks it’s embarrassing. Finland thinks it’s sweet.
• Norway speaks fluent German and Greenlandic. He can understand Swedish just as good, but since their languages are really similar he never bothered to learn the correct grammar and etc.