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Aztec Headcannons1: His OTP is HimXChocolateAztec Headcannons by NaturalFaux
2: He is violently allergic to honey bee stings
3: Animals are attracted to him for no reason
4: He is terrified of guns and loud bangs, to the point where he will freeze like a deer in headlights
5: He is a VERY good swimmer, Phelps aint got shit on him
6: Is fascinated by odd things (like dryers and febreeze)
7: SOY-LENT GREEN IS PEOPLE (he used to eat people)
8: Is terrified of becoming cannibalistic again
9: Is actually terrified of blood now, because he feels that he will go cannibalistic out of nowhere
10: Has a huge scar on his back that Spain gave him. He hates letting people see it and has an extreme aversion to it being touched.
11: Has severe head and body pains, partly from his back scar, partly from eating people (don't eat people guys)
12: Is... well-endowed.
13: Is also genophobic to an extent.
14: Hates Spain.
15: Is a humongous daddy's boy.
16: Has to be holding something (ex. a pillow) to fall asleep most of the time
17: Longs for a family,
Aye Birdie : Chapter 3After being rudely abandoned by a flustered Brit and being locked out of the house, Scotland had only a few options to pass his time. It was one pm, so it wasn't too early to go to a pub, but he didn't trust English people with food or alcohol.Aye Birdie : Chapter 3 by NaturalFaux
Finding a park bench nearby (but barely any park to accompany it), he decided to sit down for a while. Scotland sighed, noting how boring it was to behave in his little brothers country. He needed someone to talk to, or fight preferably, and it seemed that both wishes could be granted as he heard a loud munching sound.
"Yo dude, sup?"
He didn't bother looking towards Alfred, annoying brat he is.
"Listening to a pig slurp his soda."
"...not cool bro."
"I'm not your 'bro'."
"You're Iggy's bro, so you're my bro!"
Iain's eyebrow twitched slightly.
" You're not his brother."
The smile breifly vanished from Alfred's face.
"Uh, I totally am dude."
"No you are NOT."
Scotland was surprised at the sheer venom in his voice. He wasn't the on
AbsenceThe utter quiet of the house made Scotland shiver slightly.Absence by NaturalFaux
He was used to England being in the house quite often, reading a book, or knitting, or watching the telly, or yelling.
But with the Brit gone, the house seemed different. It felt colder, and he noticed just how old the place was.
With old places comes secrets though, so the bored Scot decided to explore the places that he would never go in while England was in the house.
He already knew the study was as boring as a rock, and his 'secret' magic room wasn't much to him either.
The attic though...
England was a shrewd and secretive man, at least as his brothers saw it, and had gotten very good at hiding his most precious belongings, mostly to protect them from his brothers' collective destruction.
Alistair pulled down the ladder to the attic. nearly choking on the cloud of dust that spewed forth from the seemingly abandoned room.
He looked up into the darkness and seriously had second thoughts about intruding, but his curiosity a
DecisionsWell it was quite obvious what had to be done, correct?
He had to either tell a lie and get in trouble, or tell the truth and... more trouble.
Well, it wouldn't be a lie per se. It's just that everyone would believe it to be, and it doesn't really matter if you are innocent, only what other people believe you are. The 'truth' is just what everyone wanted to hear.
'Please, Arthur... you didn't do it... right?'
Those words hurt more than anything. Those pleading, desperate words that clawed at Arthur's heart. In all the world, only a very few were convinced of his innocence.
Alfred. That fr- .... Francis.
And, oddly enough, his brothers.
"Of course he didn't do it. Why would Arthur bomb France? It doesn't make any sense!"
"They were his bombs, from his military! How could he not have done it?"
It's quite simple really, why did none of the others realise it?
Did they have too much faith in the island country? Well, if they did then they wouldn't be accusing him in the first place.
Aye Birdie - Chapter 1Bird in the hand is worth two in the bush
Scotland hated debts.
Especially when it was a debt to his younger brother, England.
His country had been in great need and Arthur had bailed him out. Sure, now his people wouldn't starve, but now Iain had to deal with his uppity little brother strutting around like he owned the place, which NO he did not.
Arthur on the other hand thought nothing of it. Scotland's home was part of him, so to let it wither away would make no sense at all. Arthur was quite bothered by his brother's persistence on repaying the debt even though it was quite obvious he didn't want to. He didn't see it as an opportunity, but as more of an unneeded gesture.
To Iain; however, it was a matter of pride.
"What do you want?" His petite brother glared at him, annoyed.
Iain shot him back a toothy grin.
"What do ya think?"
England huffed and stomped away, hoping that the bothersome lad would just leave him be, to no avail.
"What can I do for
Hello there. My name is Danielle Roller.|
I am a reclusive creature that hunts in the night, rarely seen, rarely heard.
I am a Hetalia fan that actually knows grammar and actual historical events.
3 things I hate
1. Sexist people
2. Racist people
3. People with a god complex (besides myself XD)
Ex 'Waifu' : You will be missed ;n;
Ne Waifu :