|i love this one >.<|
Hetalia HeadcanonsHeadcanons for HETALIA: AXIS POWERSHetalia Headcanons by AlazneChan7
1. The nation's heart is his/her captial.
2. When Grandpa Rome died, Romano was given his greatest treasure - his heart - so he would always know that he loved him.
3. America is a huge fan of electroswing (and to a lesser extent, so is Lithuania).
4. The nations represent their people, not just the landmass.
5. No nation can die; they live on in their "children" or "grandchildren".
6. All the younger nations have a blog - just like the Awesome Prussia.
7. The only reason why Prussia calls himself "awesome" is so people can't forget him.
8. Prussia's greatest fear is being forgotten.
9. France isn't as promiscous as he makes himself out to be. When he truely loves someone, he only has eyes for them and showers them with affection.
10. When a nation has a civil war, another version of them rises up and represents the other side of the war.
11. Despite all the R18 doujinshis and the name, every member of the Bad Touch Trio is a virgin. They were
Ember [Hetalia Fanfiction - France x Jeanne d'Arc]Nobody knows that amidst his proud showcases of conceited arrogance and unblemished skin, France bears the heaviest and ugliest of wounds in the abysmal depths of his scarred heart.Ember [Hetalia Fanfiction - France x Jeanne d'Arc] by maayabird
He doesn't show it he never does and whenever Matthieu asks him about the history of his people, he simply fakes a smile and plasters it onto his face, evading the past colony's queries with teasing comments and a cheerful façade. Nobody knows and nobody needs to know which is why Francis chooses to keep his mouth shut and his scars hidden from the view of the rest of the world.
But no matter how many smiles he sends the nations' way, the scars still remain; cut, etched, and burned forever in his sore, aching heart. They're the problems of his people, the sequelae of their wars, and his memories of her.
The moon shines brightly past the large, arched window panes of a dimly lit room; its image reflected in the still, dark red liquid of a half-filled glass. The lone Frenchman