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OHHHHHHHHHHHH~
ENGLAND
ENGLAAAND
YOU'RE SO BEATIFUL
Watch the video: {x} Do it.
planning to prank Alfred.
кулєги, ширте, Хеталія жива в Україні!
woaw, bro found highlighters and cheap alchohol markers and created Scotland from scratch.
honestly, I am glad...because I have made it using no pencil.
It had been two days ago when I quickly drew Republic Ireland because of danger of r*ssian attacks. The lights turned off that time and I was afraid the sketch was not saved. (It would be better me to worry about my life, but not the sketch firstly :/) Luckily, it was (saved), but it made me to think in a bit about other artists in general. Thus, I would like ye all to know: behind the sketches of many Hetalia artists is the gloom of the war. They draw smiles of their characters, but it can be they cried of fear a few hours ago. oh, and a tiny note about me: I hate when people try to explain me they keen on r*ssian Hetalia character and "he dezerv fo hapPEEnezz he iz so pOOr and lOnlEy" (it is sad and rude to say we know more about this country which is our neighbour killing us since 17th century or earlier). it only shows people do not understand Himaruya's tough satire and support romanticism of the bloody psychopath (whose real nation hate foreign countries and shitting em all daily but "hoo carez he dezerVe fo hapEEneZ").
@floralcrematorium HAPPEAH VALENTINE‘S DAY, HERE‘S UR FRUK SERVED🙂↕️🙂↕️😗
I wanted to just draw something ahh couple loves kisses romantic with them, but after all what can be more romantic than this? Exactly. I‘ve never drawn men in dresses in my life before but here we are
My part of the @hetablr-valentines-exchange THAT WAS FUN
Blond people
The first time that England hated blond people was also the first time that he hated himself. He was running, trying to catch his brothers and he wondered "is this the meaning of family?" "helplessly trying to be loved?". He got his answer hours later when they try to drown him for the first time. That is when he saw it. His reflection on the river. He saw his green eyes, his pale skin and his blond hair. He saw everything that he wasn't and everything that he should be. And then he hated himself. And then he blamed himself. He blamed on himself that his brothers didn't love him, he blamed on himself that he could never have a family, he blamed on himself that his mother always looked at him pity. And then he hated his brothers. And then hated what it meant to live.