Historicalhetalia Stories

ɪ'ᴍ ʙᴏʀᴇᴅ ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄʀɪɴɢᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 😂 ❤️ 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺! #2 𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙖

"Il mondo intero urlava straziato, ed era come se nessuno fosse più in grado di essere felice. Non ce n'era motivo, dopotutto. Tra vincitori e vinti tutti ne erano consapevoli: al termine di quella tragedia non avrebbero trovato che distruzione." Miei baldi giovani, lo dirò adesso e mai più: A N G S T (o, almeno, ci provo) Mi scuso in anticipo per qualunque errore storico. Sappiate che divoro libri di storia prima di scrivere ogni riga, comunque... cHe PoSsIaTe PeRdOnArMi! Detto ciò... giuro solennemente di non avere buone intenzioni.

When Lithuania meets America again, things aren't like before

For almost three months, America has been at war, since a day that will live in infamy. For the rest of the allies, it has been three years. Kyle is exhausted, and knows the path of war is still long and unwinding before him. And yet here he sits in another meeting, listening to the others argue, tired and ready to head home and fight in the Pacific Theater, Alfred with him every step of the way. It is February 19th, 1942 at home in Australia, early in the morning. And yet here he is in the northern hemisphere, arguing with the other allies, and he cannot shake the feeling that something terrible is about to happen. At 9:58 AM, in Darwin, Australia, Kyle will learn how an attack on one's own soil can affect a personification first hand, and Alfred will make a vow to become death, destroyer of worlds.

A collection of one-shots centered around the Hapsburg Pair aka Spaus, or Spain/Austria. The title comes from the song "Almost Lover".

Just an introduction to a series. DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hetalia and the characters, it's own by Hidekaz Himaruya. And the song is from League of Legends, so I don't own that, it's own by Riot Games. Enjoy.

A week ago, at the word of the Germans invading Paris, the French government moved to Bordeaux out of panic. France was summoned from the trenches of the Western Front to go with them.

You're a young soldier on the Western Front, and you find yourself receiving a surprise guest. "The front was mostly boredom when you weren't being shelled. You were on sentry duty a little after dawn, peering through the carefully-concealed holes of the trench parapet, eyes straining as you tried to focus on the distant opposing line through the barbed wire and shell craters and the wafting mist that caught the early morning sun. Just a few hundred meters over were the English, sitting in their own trenches and peering back over at you. All of them would kill you without hesitation."

An APH tribute to the 1980 eruption of Mt. St. Helens, 36 years ago.

The year is 1917, and the Great War is slowly drawing to a close, but the end can't come fast enough for the two nations from the Southern Hemisphere, exhausted and ready to go home and to try to resume a normal life. Kyle knows he's close to breaking. Even hearing the name of that cursed place aloud causes him pain, and he knows Avery feels the same. Then comes that stupid smiling American, with his talk of heroes and aide. And Kyle can't help but start to feel differently about Alfred. But developing such feelings in the middle of war can be a dangerous thing.

Austria reminisces about a time long gone.

As the war to end all wars ended, hope was high for peace. But another war has come, and after two years, the Allies are relying strongly on the aide of the ever neutral American across the ocean. Kyle's glad Alfred's chosen to stay out of it, and when England insists someone must try to get America to join, he volunteers. After all, he can do the bare minimum of formalities, and when Alfred refuses, he can then just spend some time with the man he loves before returning to the war. But events beyond his control are about to throw them both into yet another war, this one in the Pacific. And when a slumbering giant awakes, the world will be shaken to its core.

Ancient Egypt finds a stranger among the red desert sands. For historical-hetalia-week!

ʀᴜꜱꜱɪᴀ x ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏᴠ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ "ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴅᴅʏ- ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴋᴀ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ, ʜɪꜱ ᴊᴏʙ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀꜱ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴇꜱᴛᴇʀɴ ᴇᴜʀᴏᴘᴇ. ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴀꜱᴋ ʜɪᴍ, 'ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢɪʀʟ?' ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ʟᴀᴜɢʜꜱ! ᴏʜ, ʜᴏᴡ ʜɪꜱ ʙᴇʟʟʏ ꜱᴡᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɪᴏʀ'ꜱ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀʙꜱᴜʀᴅ! ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ. 'ᴅɪᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ꜰʟᴇᴇ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴏꜰꜰᴇɴꜱᴇ?' 'ɴᴏ, ɴᴏ.' 'ᴡᴇʟʟ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅɪᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏ? ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴀʀʀᴀɴᴛ ᴄᴀᴘɪᴛᴀʟ ᴘᴜɴɪꜱʜᴍᴇɴᴛ.'" "ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅɪᴅ ʜᴇ ꜱᴀʏ?" "ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏᴠ."

This isgoing to be a bunch of one-shots about my hetalia oc Ireland and her history. They will not be in order and may be sad so beware.

Remember that you have to die. One day, you will be gone. One day, you will be forgotten, and the legacies you leave in this realm will be left to rot. He, the Kingdom of the Franks, was always afraid of this truth. So he will do whatever it took for him to stay in power. Even if it meant killing his kings. Written for aphabriefhistoryoftime event on Tumblr. THEMES OF DEATH/MURDER