Aph Seychelles - Blog Posts

I am squealing, this is so cute and I love the fact that Seychelles is the third sibling. Thank you broomcolate for bringing this into the world ^^

papa kissed santa? 🫣

reference by: Joseph Christian Leyendecker

This is the final poll of this series! I've gathered all of the previous winners in one final showdown to conclude who is the most adored and loved Hetalia character. Good luck to all of the winners!

From my research to see if I missed one, apparently, some other African Nations appeared in a video game (?) but I won't be putting them here since we know very little about them.

Kinnssss

Have a consistent style challenge.

Imagine how tired they are of their bs☠

Warmth

Chapter 2

It had been a normal day for Michelle, until she found the Russian giant on the sands of her favourite beach.

Now, Seychelles had not had the quietest upbringing. Her history, especially after her independence, was dominated by coup after failed coup, more a spectacular mess than anything else. Not surprising, really, considering who her parents were. But, also being who they were, there had been lessons - dozens of boring, boring lessons - on, apparently, How To Survive ( it was more, she thought, How to Best Pick Fights and Not Make Friends, but meh. Europeans.) She’d been given a handbook too, underlined and highlighted, with stapled-in pages no less dog-eared that the rest, probably something passed down among her various pseudo-siblings, but that was besides the point. The point was, Seychelles did not follow most of the rules, but some she did, if only to be particularly safe.

So, naturally, the last thing she was expecting was to run into one of the countries on the ‘Avoid At All Cost’ list, lying on her beach, not realising that he was well on his way to getting very nicely sunburnt.

Warmth

So, this was a random piece I wrote a long time ago, in the pretty severe lack of actual friendly Russia.

Summary: Sometimes, you can find friends in the strangest of people.

It was a rare occasion indeed that the anthropomorphic personification of Russia found time to leave the wastelands of wintertime Siberia in favour of the warm tropics. His favourite haunt was a small group of islands off the north coast of Madagascar, Seychelles (though this may have been as much because it annoyed England and France, overprotective bastards that they were, as the warm sun).

He could relax here, without America’s obnoxious suspicion, or his little sister’s disturbing obsession for him. Just himself, the sun and warm sand, and of course, his beloved Magical Metal Pipe of Pain (it never hurt to be too cautious).

This was how Michelle, also called Seychelles, erstwhile adopted maybe-daughter of France and/or England, found him – coat, scarf and even trousers discarded in favour of swim trunks (complete with a dubious palm tree print) and pale skin and hair gleaming like silver in the sunlight.