#hetalia human au

[localgardenweed]

My latest Hetalia AU just dropped everyone strap in

I present the Hetalia x Codename: Kids Next Door AU, Sector G9 (It was either G9 or 8.5 cause they forget Canada ya know but idk)

I lately been getting rlly into the show so like ofc i had to make a au of it. I already made one with me and my friend’s personas but the world may never see it so have this instead

#localgardenweed #the weed is rambling #hetalia #hetalia au #hws #hws au #hetalia x codename: kids next door #hws x c:knd #hetalia human au #hetalia italy #hws italy #hetalia germany #hws germany #hetalia japan #hws japan #hetalia america #hws america #hetalia canada #hws canada #hetalia england #hws england #hetalia france #hws france #hetalia russia #hws russia #hetalia china #hws china #ive been bothering the hetalia reigon server with this and this it is the most ive talked on that server its crazy

[ask-world-academys-host-club]

Ciao Ciao!

Feliciano Vargas here! I'd like to welcome all you lovely dolls to my wonderful Host Club!!!

We're officially open to the WORLD-WIDE WEB, ready to answer your questions and lift your spirits. Our Ask Box is open so please, drop a little letter inside and who knows! Maybe you'll be lucky enough to get a response from one of our charming hosts! The Host Club will see you then, Arrivederci!!

(Little Comic Under the Cut)

#hetalia #hws #hws italy #hetalia italy #hws japan #hetalia japan #hws germany #hetalia germany #hws america #hetalia america #hws canada #hetalia canada #hws romano #hetalia romano #hetalia x ohshc au #hetalia gakuen #hetalia human au #ask blog #asks open #asks are always appreciated #ask world academy's host club #localgardenweed

[pedantic-coffee]

So I read a bit of Ken Follet's Fall of Giants and finished R F Kuang's Babel recently (both great historical fiction/fantasy reads), and gods, but now I'm just stuck on the 19th cent/early 20th century political and academic arenas... and especially seeing how well Kuang intergrated a diverse cast into a 19th century Oxford setting... the prime aesthetic for a Hetalia human au... it's nagging at me

#hws hetalia #hetalia #historical hetalia #hetalia human au #hws england #hws 19th century #hws pre ww2 #hws america #hws russia #hws china #fanfic ideas #fanfic inspiration #fanfic inspo

[emilthe1diot]

Fandom: Hetalia

Title: 2 Adults, 2 Teens and a Child

Writer: Allyse7104

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29459997/chapters/72363825

Status: Complete

Main Characters: Russia, Romano, America, Iceland, Sealand

Description: 5 boys run away together in hopes that they can start a new life away from their shitty lives. 4 years later, the boys are forced to return to their hometown of London, England because of a school field trip. Will they make it through the trip? God, they fucking hope so.

#hetalia fanfiction #hetalia #fanfic #fanfiction #aph russia #aph romano #aph south italy #aph america #aph iceland #aph sealand #hetalia russia #hetalia romano #hetalia south italy #hetalia america #hetalia iceland #hetalia sealand #hetalia human au

[that-other-blob]

Him

#immortal humans au #hetalia #hws #basch zwingli #hws switzerland #outfits #hws fanart #Hetalia fanart

[ifindus]

"Pirates" - for the 4th day of @aphfrukweek

still thinking about my steampunk pirate au fic and the sequel chilling in my drafts...

#hetalia #fruk #frukweek2024 #aph england #aph france #hws england #hws france #I won't give up on it 🥺🥺 #just need some drawing motivation... #especially since I really like the plot and sideplot I thought out for the sequel #introducing new characters as well #and world building #it's the only au (that's not human!verse) I've ever made and it's very dear to me 🥺

[doomspiral]

by the way this is branpru to me (loser au)

#hetalia #hws prussia #hws brandenburg #branpru #loser au #they're humans #mein

[ask-itager]

who's taking whose last name when you get married?

But really it doesnt matter since we'll still be called "mister germany" and "mister italy" anyways

#yes i know italys last name is veneciano but its funnier if everyones first name is hetalia and their last name is what everyone calls them #plus fuckin germany dont got a last name like only the italies got that shit. hima be consistent if u aint giving us germys last name im #revoking italys too #i dont fuck with human names unless its a human au because i think its cringe and if i was a country #i wouldnt identify with it at all. germanys name is germany. ludwig is like calling james bond 007 its his code name for going about #itager #gerita #hetalia #aph italy #hws italy #aph #hws #aph germany #hws germany #draws #robooty draws #sorry germany looks wonky too i sped ran this because im being crucified #and i wont stop playing huniepop

[breitzbachbea]

"Where is my historically accurate hetalia representation of this and that!!!" Babe, I am so sorry to tell you, but history is very complicated and nuanced and layered and you cannot cram every facet and faction of a fraction of time that a population experienced into the cartoon men. Choose one viewpoint, write an essay and be done with it.

#beablabbers #which is again why I like my LFLS and Human AUs #they NEVER represent their country in there. they take inspiration in the broad strokes but they are individuals. #the represent one kind of person of their people that was around at the time. one strain. one human. #and before people are annoying on here - I do trust good historical hetalia writers in this fandom #I trust that they are aware that they have made certain choices and certain readings in their research and decided on certain things #the country angle is extra tricky but it is how each piece of historical fiction is an interpretation #human au or not all MY historical AUs are an interpretation of my sources!!! and me taking some leeway here!!! #that is why we have footnotes in academia so ppl can see where your argument is coming from!!!

[lightprkdraws]

@hetaween-event Day 1: Cabin in the woods

These two images are part of a series of photographs depicting rural life in Eastern Europe at the end of the 19th century. They became notorious in certain online spaces due to an urban legend tied to them: it is said that the couple depicted disappeared in the autumn of 1870 under mysterious circumstances. However, this is only a rumour, since neither of the two women have ever been identified. Additionally, people claim to see a giant human-like shape among the trees in the first photograph, which they believe is related to their alleged disappearance. However, this is most likely an illusion created by the strong shadows and poor quality of the image.

#hetaween #hetaween 2023 #lietpol #nyo lithuania #nyo poland #hws lithuania #hws poland #hetalia #hetalia fanart #nyotalia #cottagecore lesbians but spooky #is this canonverse? is it a human au? who knows.... :) #... #sorry sorry i made the first drawing and then realised that you can't see their faces at all #so i drew the second image as a companion #so that you can't tell me that this doesn't count as hetalia fanart #this isn't meant to be historically accurate btw #what if we were both lesbians and we lived in a secluded little house in the woods and one day we disappeared mysteriously #haha just kidding. unless

[breath-of-fresh-grantaire]

les mis au where everything is the same except grantaire is a mudskipper

#additionally perhaps its a modern fantasyish au where grantaire is a mudskipper pet turned human and his owner enj is like.. hello? #like those nekotalia fics in the hetalia fandom #seanposting #les mis #les miserables #grantaire

[weibenwolken]

Kateryna: How was your day, Vanya?

Ivan: Yeah, it's fine, big sister. It's anti-bullying week at school.

Kateryna: Oh? And what does that mean?

Ivan, sighing: It means I can't bully anyone for a whole week.

#hetalia #incorrect quotes #ivan braginsky #kateryna braginskaya #human au #i forgot a tag #thank you person in reply for reminding me #aph russia #aph ukraine

[oumaheroes]

Got any spooky local folklore and stories?

Not local to me (though there are a good few I could tell), but have this strange tale instead

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The Teacher

There is a ghost past the schoolyard.

Over there, past the field to where the trees touch the iron railing on the other side. Do you see? By the forked one with the crack. In and out between the trees he walks, to sit or stand a while alone. He’s always been there, for years and years and years. Everybody knows. Pale skin, pale hair, and blood red eyes- all life sucked out of him. It’s true! You must know him, Sir, you must. You’ve been here before, haven’t you? You were a student here too, Miss says, back when you were young.

He was. And the teacher can remember the story of the ghost behind the playing fields, one who walked there a few days every year to sit in silence amongst the trees. There is a little bench on the other side of the school’s railings, old and rusty as if left behind to guard a forgotten track, and the ghost would come and haunt the grounds a few times in October, every year since the beginning of time.

Maybe he was there more often, in the summer when the leaves hide the shape of him amongst the green, but he was always gone by the time the last of them fell, leaving only the old bench and the muddy floor of the forest. Or, perhaps he only appeared when the spirits grew in strength as the summer died, old year peeling away to reveal the world of the beyond.

This is only a story. One passed from year group to year group, new students taken by the shoulders and made to stand at cool railings, five years old and dreading to spot the dead man emerge from the trees. Children said he died there, waiting for a lost love. That she betrayed him to her secret lover, who shot him from behind as he waited to meet her. He’d kill you, if you looked him in the eye. Drop dead from fright.

If you listen, Sir! If you listen you can hear the shot. I swear it, and Ada says that she saw blood last year on the leaves. Gone in a blink but she swears-

The teacher enjoys these stories. He is pleased that after twenty years that it prevails, almost entirely unchanged. He remembers some encounters that now come back to him, stood as he is in his new-old classroom on the first weekend of October. His brother swore blind that he saw the man once, a flash of white before vanishing when he looked. Several of his classmates had a similar experience, a noise of twigs snapping when no one was near, the smell of gun smoke and unseen cookfires that left as suddenly as they came.

The teacher has no stories of his own. He had been too scared to get close to see when he was a student, staying well in the safety of the school field as his classmates screamed and ran from the edges, daring each other to get close, closer.

He wonders how old these stories are. Every school has something of the like, he knows- girl dead in the toilets, boy thrown from the roof. Sad and lost children, furious at their lot and stuck forever to watch the life they left behind. But this one, the teacher thinks, is unusual. The details still so solid and exactly the same as what he remembers.

‘Oh, I don’t know.’ The librarian, the same as was here when the teacher was a boy, takes a sip of her coffee and blinks at him behind thick glasses, ‘The whole time I’ve worked here, I think. Unsettled me, at first. Thought it morbid.’

‘And now?’

She chuckles, ‘Now, I’m fond of it. It’s nice that it hasn’t changed. Traditions passed by children are special, I think. Don’t you?’

Stop.

Wait.

What is that, by that tree? A movement, quick between tree trunks. Hold still, listen a moment. Is that not the snap of a twig, the rustle of something move?

Perhaps, after all, there is something past the schoolyard.

The teacher spots it, one day, taking a walk around the edges of the field. Too many papers, too much marking… and it’s nice to be outside. The sun is out today, the autumn leaves orange and red fires in their branches or in drips and splotches along the ground but there… what was that. A glimpse of white amongst brown. Could it be?

Don’t be foolish. Go and look.

How many years has it been, the teacher thinks to himself, as his heart beats faster close by the railings. A too fast trip ta-tum ta-tum, a marching drum as he nears. Caution grips his stomach, a flutter of a warning. Silly children’s stories, silly exaggerations and games, he is too grown up for this. But stories long held and passed down hold truth, don��t they? Isn’t there something true, in every tale that is told? Something that makes it important to be kept, something that demands it be remembered?

Closer, closer. One step, two.

The teacher has never been this close before.

On the edges of the schoolyard, almost beyond the shouts of playing children where the trees touch the railings, there is a bench. It is warped, rusted by wind and rain and time. It sits alongst the branches and the roots, a forgotten rest stop in the thickness of the forest. And by the bench, stands a man.

He is a normal man. Average height, average build. Maybe a little too slim, coat too loose about the chest, but there is a body to fill it. He swings his head around as the teacher approaches, a polite nod in greeting that the teacher does not- forgets to- return. The man’s eyes are red, his hair is white, and hundreds of old stories murmur in the teacher’s head at once like whispers.

‘Can I help you?’ The man speaks, awkward silence between them gone on for too long, and the teacher finds his senses return. This ghost has a voice, and a body. He is a man, after all.

But… but.

‘Hello.’ The teacher steps closer to the stranger. ‘Are you lost?’

‘Lost?’ The man scoffs, as if offended. ‘Nah. Just on a walk.’

‘This is a school.’ The teacher says, patting the railings that separate them, ‘You are scaring the children.’

The man raises his eyebrow, disbelief and scorn all over his face, ‘The children?’

Swallow, breathe. A shout of young voices on the wind. ‘Yes.’

‘Huh.’ The man turns away and looks out through the forest. ‘I’ve been coming here for years and not had trouble before.’

The teacher goes to respond but the stranger scuffs the mud underfoot with the toe of one boot and the teacher finds himself silenced.

‘There used to be a road here. A single horse track through the woods.’ The stranger lays a hand upon the bench, wide hand light on the metal back, ‘The Prussian army camped here once and left this behind. Wouldn’t know that now, would you?’

Muddy ground, thick trees. Where had this man come from? The teacher shakes his head, ‘No, I wouldn’t.’

‘Not on any maps anymore. Used to be. Then they built the manor-‘ a head jerk towards where the school now sits, directed to something missing, ‘and everything shifted east. Then, this became the edge; the last bit.’

The edge? Of town, yes, but that felt like there was more there, underneath and between the man’s words. The teacher opens his mouth, closes it. Then, ‘My family lived there.’

The man turns back to him, bright eyes and a knowing smile, ‘Yeah?’

Why had he said that? The teacher didn’t mean to say that, he had meant to sa- ‘Yes. My great great grandfather was born in the gatehouse. They worked for the family.’

The man snorts. He knew that already, the teacher thinks, he knew that. He knows me too, somehow, something in his face gives it away. The normalcy of family, shared blood and kin amongst strangers.

‘Well, all gone now.’ Red eyes, white hair. Broad shoulders pulled back and straight naturally- a soldier’s stance. There could almost be a sword at his side, and if the coat were not there the teacher could believe that there was. The man nods at him, sober- ‘Nice to meet you’- and the teacher knows that he is dismissed.

Where is he going? Why is he walking away? But he is, the teacher finds that he is walking. Back across the field, back to the school- sat atop the ruined foundations of a manor house that hardly anyone remembers was once there. A general built it, some documents say, a young man who was rewarded for his efforts in helping Prussia to greatness and it fell when the Russians came.

How strange, the teacher thinks to himself as the hours tick by, how odd. His shoes are muddy and he knows he walked during lunch, but the route… where did he go? Who did he speak to? Did he speak at all; he thinks that he did. He has memory of words there, in his mind, but he can’t quite hold onto them. It is like his mind shies away, refusing to acknowledge something he isn’t supposed to know. There is the taste of something in his mouth, something metallic and sharp, and it lingers there until the night like soot.

Sir, sir! Look, did you see-?

No. No, he did not.

#hws prussia #aph prussia #hetalia #hws #gilbert beilschmidt #aph #nations as they appear to humans #Seen From The Other Side AU #nations as seen by humans #friends I slapped this out in about an hour please forgive me #might be HEAVILY rewritten in the coming days #heroes writes

[that-other-blob]

Sebastian and Lilian

Reference under the cut!

#i tried to replicate Lili’s cold dead eyes but helloooo my girl deserves better #immortal humans au #basch zwingli #hws switzerland #hws liechtenstein #Lilian Vogel #that’s the name I gave her #live with it #hws #Hetalia #hws fanart #Hetalia fanart

[royaltea000]

Do you guys know what Germania’s human name is - or at least what do you personally call him?

#it’s for a short comic I wanna draw… #human fantasy royal au :D #hws germania #pls and tank u~! #hetalia

[jayaii]

I adore reading about headcanons in the hetalia fandom because like yes!! Please share me your creative ideas and explore each characters individual personality!! Make really AWESOME designs (everyone is TOO good at that)!

And i love the most that most people aren't afraid of changing up things, or even creating their own oc's. There's so much freedom to do whatever you want, and interpreter anyone however you like. There's such a good feeling to asking someone about their ideas about a thing, and read/listen to their perspective of it.

Like looking into the corner of someones mind, it feels like an invitation to your little home. Like *whoa*, i love what you did to this place! Please show me more.

#hetalia #aph #aph hetalia #hws #hws hetalia #hetalia world stars #hetalia au #hetalia aus #headcanons #hetalia headcanons #Jayaiis rambles #i love humans theyre so cute