Aphlietpol Stories

this is really just alot of headcanons for hetalia that i thought of

It was cold. Lithuania could feel the snow all around him. Not wanting to move he lay there. still as a rock. Even if he wanted to move how could he? The softness and pure white of the snow felt out of place. Still, Lithania lay there. After all why would he want to get up? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hi this is my first time writing a Hetalia Fanfic, or really any fanfic at all so the characters personalities will probably be a bit off. Hope you enjoy, I'll try publish a chapter every few days averaging around 500+ words. Sorry if the endings a bit ... well boring. THIS WILL NOT BE SMUT!!! Just a nice story about LietPol. I might through in a bit of angst.

Lithuania invited Poland to meet up in café. What happens next? (I don't own the hetalia characters and cover not mine!)

Hm yes. im bored and the plot is kind of taken from another Tv show. just changed it up a bit. I love hetalia. Art credit goes to someone on zerochan google did not show the username for some reason.

"Sul viso sente le labbra mortali dell'inverno, il vento, la neve, l'anima di Giráitis che lo carezza dolcemente e che Toris sente nel terreno che rimbomba sotto la mole dei due stalloni e nelle trame di rami neri che lo abbracciano tutt'intorno - si sente vivo, nei suoi boschi rivestiti di un manto bianchissimo, con i ciuffi castani che lo frustano sulla fronte e sul collo, il freddo che entra nelle narici e che lo lascia senza fiato, mentre il caschetto biondo di Polonia oscilla e rimbalza a ritmo dell'andatura svelta." [Lietpol] [AU!Medieval]