feather-pants:

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A lot of people are doing these and I really wanted to too. This is really lame im sorry ( ;;o//v//o)

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rebelpup:

tbh i really love how himaruya portrays america

everyone—even us americans—are so quick to demonize that poor country with stereotypes of gun toting warmongering racists representing it

but aph america is joyful, hardworking, booksmart, and loves to explore, which are all traits…

empressvegah:

himasexaul:

magicrobotgeography:

Okay, I’m just gonna take the time here to gush about how much I love Hetalia’s portrayal of America.

He’s callous and blunt and never really takes the time to consider other people’s feelings before blurting out something, but it doesn’t come from any mean-spiritedness. It’s because he doesn’t like to beat around the bush - he wants to get straight to the point as quickly as possible. Life moves fast for him and he ain’t got no time for thinking.

I think the party scene in particular emphasizes how amazingly sweet and kind he is, as well. He’s willing to make (or order, whatever the hell he did to get all that food) all this food just to make sure that his guest (who he has never even met before, if the scene prior to this is any evidence) feel as comfortable and welcomed as possible. And, especially in the next couple of scenes, he’s portrayed as being curious and well meaning. Even when he finds out that Japan ran up his water bill, he doesn’t get mad. He’s honestly curious about why Japan would be using that much water, and then when he finds out the reason, he wants to start taking baths as well. 

The other thing I always liked with America is the fact that he’s never been portrayed as lazy (which is a stereotype I absolutely loath when applied to Americans). Especially in this episode, when Japan is caught cleaning the carpet, it’s chalked up to the fact that Japan is incredibly anal about cleanliness. When America is seen vacuuming the carpet, it’s because he wants to use the fastest means possible because that’s how he is. Even when it’s discussed how America doesn’t change clothes a lot, it’s because he doesn’t see the efficiency in changing your clothes a lot. Why change your clothes when the ones you have on already are perfectly fine? 

I also always liked how all his energy and abrasiveness is chalked up to the fact that he is very young. It’s never about, “he’s a terrible person,” it’s “he’s too young and naive.” Even in the earlier seasons, it’s touched upon how young America really is and how much he fears being viewed upon as old (if you want any evidence to this, watch the last episode of the American Revolution saga, and his conversation with Lithuania).

I don’t know, I just really love this character and I’ll stop now before I make myself sound even more stupid.

((Episode source: Hetalia the Beautiful World “Episode 7”))

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Thank you so much.

sephielya:

Calm down Alfred

sephielya:

Calm down Alfred

salvadorolliesout:

how can u hate al he’s literally the cutest character

salvadorolliesout:

how can u hate al he’s literally the cutest character

scribblemynizzle:

yeah honey you tell em

lillianjessica:

hot damn

lillianjessica:

hot damn

shieunni:

Muzzled Alfred(s) for Think-Poiple!
Instead of just makin it kinky, I thought why not make it fashionable, too?
Alfred’s just the perfect model /face pat also yes there’s 2P and Wildchild cameos I couldn’t help myself

shieunni:

Muzzled Alfred(s) for Think-Poiple!

Instead of just makin it kinky, I thought why not make it fashionable, too?

Alfred’s just the perfect model /face pat also yes there’s 2P and Wildchild cameos I couldn’t help myself

theruthela:

wolfxdog:

usofawesome:

Oh. I really like this, actually.

aaaaah I love things like this.
I like thinking the nations are known to a degree by military officials and things like that and are given a whole lot of respect whenever they’re around. *u*

“Who’s that guy?” Private Daniel Rourke whispered to the man beside him as they watched the blond in the leather jacket stride along the lines of new recruits. Even if his hands were shoved into his pockets and the suit he was wearing was more reminiscent of a businessman than it was of a soldier, he carrier with him an air of militant authority. 
Before Private Jamieson can do anything more that twitch - it’s a little hard to shrug and salute at the same time - a voice speaks from behind them. To their credit, neither of them jump or start. 
“That,” the voice says, “Is Jones. And I hope that you two grow up to be a fraction of the patriot he is.”
As though gifted with preternatural hearing, Jones turned to them when his name was spoken, and the widest, brightest smile any of the recruits had seen stretched his cheeks. Grinning like it was his job, Jones strode towards the voice behind Rourke and Jamieson, throwing his arms out to embrace the whole world.
“Captain Hackman!” Jones said, laughter in his voice. He couldn’t have been a year older than Rourke, “Long time no see!”
“A very long time, sir,” there was a repressed smile in that voice, “It’s Colonel Hackman now.”
“Colonel? Man, where have I been?” Jones had the good grace to look sheepish, even if his smile didn’t dim by so much as a watt. “And who is this fine, upstanding soldier?” Rourke looked straight ahead, but Jones bobbed and weaved himself into his line of vision. The eyes behind those glasses were the most atomic shade of blue, and even more than that sunny smile, Rourke was sure that those eyes were what he was going to remember.
“Private Daniel Rourke, sir!” he barked out, standing stiffly to attention.
“And how are you feeling about the good old U S of A today, Private Rourke?” The way he asked that question, he had to have been an officer. He had to be an officer. But he still looked so young. Except for those eyes. 
“God bless America, sir!” Rourke answered promptly, a little smile fighting its way into the twitch of his mouth. 
And then Jones said the strangest thing. Terrifyingly blue eyes crinkling happily at the corners and bright with what might have been tears, he said, “And God bless you, too.”

theruthela:

wolfxdog:

usofawesome:

Oh. I really like this, actually.

aaaaah I love things like this.

I like thinking the nations are known to a degree by military officials and things like that and are given a whole lot of respect whenever they’re around. *u*

“Who’s that guy?” Private Daniel Rourke whispered to the man beside him as they watched the blond in the leather jacket stride along the lines of new recruits. Even if his hands were shoved into his pockets and the suit he was wearing was more reminiscent of a businessman than it was of a soldier, he carrier with him an air of militant authority. 

Before Private Jamieson can do anything more that twitch - it’s a little hard to shrug and salute at the same time - a voice speaks from behind them. To their credit, neither of them jump or start. 

“That,” the voice says, “Is Jones. And I hope that you two grow up to be a fraction of the patriot he is.”

As though gifted with preternatural hearing, Jones turned to them when his name was spoken, and the widest, brightest smile any of the recruits had seen stretched his cheeks. Grinning like it was his job, Jones strode towards the voice behind Rourke and Jamieson, throwing his arms out to embrace the whole world.

“Captain Hackman!” Jones said, laughter in his voice. He couldn’t have been a year older than Rourke, “Long time no see!”

“A very long time, sir,” there was a repressed smile in that voice, “It’s Colonel Hackman now.”

“Colonel? Man, where have I been?” Jones had the good grace to look sheepish, even if his smile didn’t dim by so much as a watt. “And who is this fine, upstanding soldier?” Rourke looked straight ahead, but Jones bobbed and weaved himself into his line of vision. The eyes behind those glasses were the most atomic shade of blue, and even more than that sunny smile, Rourke was sure that those eyes were what he was going to remember.

“Private Daniel Rourke, sir!” he barked out, standing stiffly to attention.

“And how are you feeling about the good old U S of A today, Private Rourke?” The way he asked that question, he had to have been an officer. He had to be an officer. But he still looked so young. Except for those eyes. 

“God bless America, sir!” Rourke answered promptly, a little smile fighting its way into the twitch of his mouth. 

And then Jones said the strangest thing. Terrifyingly blue eyes crinkling happily at the corners and bright with what might have been tears, he said, “And God bless you, too.”

think-poiple:

al looks pretty fine with tattoos even if he has a total boner for everything american ever apparently
TAYLOR LOOK I FINALLY DID IT AND WAS RELATIVELY HAPPY WITH IT YAY
still going through my long friggin to-do list and trying to get one done a day phew ALRIGHT NEXT

think-poiple:

al looks pretty fine with tattoos even if he has a total boner for everything american ever apparently

TAYLOR LOOK I FINALLY DID IT AND WAS RELATIVELY HAPPY WITH IT YAY

still going through my long friggin to-do list and trying to get one done a day phew ALRIGHT NEXT

moriar-tea:

I’m allowed to make all the questionable decisions I want!!!!

thatsexyassbritishpunk:

u
accioharo:

peridotte:

ooh space waIT wtf i unconsciously drew him in my pjs fjdlkajkfj 

THIS IS SO ADORABLE.

accioharo:

peridotte:

ooh space waIT wtf i unconsciously drew him in my pjs fjdlkajkfj 

THIS IS SO ADORABLE.

randomfrommarta:

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