Hetalia World ☆ Stars - Chapter 331
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Tag: Axis Powers Hetalia
so I realised when I looked at the actual hetalia page on ao3 today that I don’t have basically any interest in what about 95% of the fandom is up to or into….
thinking about it for another ten seconds though I realised that probably 95% of the fandom don’t have any interest in say 95% of content either! because it’s just such a big sprawling thing of a fandom that functions a lot of the time as little silos like here on tumblr annnnnd that’s absolutely fine really.
and while I may not have any interest in your spa mano soulmates dystopian highschool amnesiac coffee shop AU where one of them is also a pirate ….. I’m totally behind your right to create and consume that stuff to your heart’s content. I’ll just be over here in my vaguely historical but probably nothing too serious nyo lietpol coming to understand each other better vignettes where one of them plays the piano…. *waves*
This fandom consists purely of circles or niches. You just find your little niche, sit in it, and devour everything from it that comes your way while pooping out gold eggs of content that only fans in your circle will want to see. So it’s like, a collection of fandoms inside on a single, wider concept that is hetalia.
Sometimes we are so into our bubbles that we are not even aware of what’s happening in others, which is when you get adorably confused people looking at a paring like “I had no idea that was a thing…”
And every little fandom has its levels of “purely himaruya canon”, “the AU kingdom” and “let’s transcribe your history textbook but with more tears and gay”
And I think that’s beautiful.
Based on something my boyfriend did when we were at dinner once.
helltalia nation problems: disguising the fact that you Cannot Die on the battlefield. sometimes it’s fairly easy, ( ‘just missed my femoral artery aren’t i lucky’) other times it’s being in actual pieces and their unit watching in horrified fascination as that shit grotesquely knits itself back together. and subsequently being responsible for battlefield stories about demons, supersoldiers and a whole lot of government conspiracies.
As a Royal Navy officer said to the French corsair Robert Surcouf "You French fight for money, while we British fight for honour.",
Surcouf replied "Sir, a man fights for what he lacks the most."
hetalia nations and the gap between Expectations and Reality tho. i like to fit in the existence of the dirt children into our world itself. so; some new member of parliament expects fierce Britannia or John Bull and they get neither because it’s a grouchy, scowling man and his siblings instead of one beautiful large bosomed woman riding astride a lion. especially during ww2. no gleaming roman helmets, tridents or flowing hair. just some haggard-looking guy next to His Majesty in a wheelchair, with dark circles under his eyes, a bandage around his head who snorts at the idea that 9am is Too Early to have a shot of alcohol. (‘good day, chaps. bloody awful morning isn’t it.’)
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