Hetalia kink meme part 22

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Spain and Chibi Fem!Romano- Toddlers and Tiaras

[anonymous]

We’ve all seen the show, right? I’m looking for a human AU where Spain decides to put his wonderful daughter Lovino into the world. And while Lovi looks the part of the adorable little pageant queen, her actions/potty mouth leave the judges shocked. Throw in any other nations you like as long as Spain and Romano are front and center

Bonus: Franeis there entering little Fem!Canada who’s terrified to go on stage, while twin brother America complains that he can’t go on stage to win the crown and get candy.
Bonus 2: Another nation as one of those crazy pageant moms.

seconding so hard

[anonymous]

i can totally see Hungary as a pageant mom xD

Thirding equally hard

[anonymous]

Fem!Germany being dressed up by Hungary while Austria and Prussia give totally contradicting lessons in etiquette. Y/N?
And China. With the Asians. All of them.

I like this prompt~ (And I'll stop hijacking it now, lol)

Re: Thirding equally hard

[anonymous]

Ohgawd! I didn't think of that!

If you're not going to fill this prompt, may I use those ideas in passing? I'd love to give this prompt a shot!

filling!

[anonymous]

I'll try to get this up as soon as possible~!

The Final Crown (1a/?)

[anonymous]

“Mom,” Lovino complains, pulling at her father’s pant leg. Antonio turns around so that he faces his daughter, who has finally finished getting dressed for the second part of the beauty pageant - the talent portion. Antonio smiles, scooping up his daughter, pinching her cheeks

The Final Crown (1b/?)

[anonymous]

A blonde with medium-length hair steps in front of the curtain, the microphone in his right hand. “Okay everybody! So now, like, we’ll be continuing the pageant! We were introduced by the angels, but now we must see what they really can do! This is the talent part of the pageant, like, my favorite part! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I know I will!” The man pulls a paper from his left pocket, reading off the first name. “Mattie Williams

Re: The Final Crown (1b/?)

[anonymous]

Why has no one commented on this yet? WHY, I SAY?!
Bravo, anon! Bravo for taking this prompt. And bravo for including my OTT! ♥

Re: The Final Crown (1b/?)

[anonymous]

I'm utterly in love with this fic! I hope you're going to continue it.

And Also World Peace 1/?

[anonymous]

My God, I shouldn't be writing this with one other fill and a brilliant piece already in response, but dammit, this prompt beckoned to me and I just couldn't say no. Kink meme slut that I am

Re: And Also World Peace 2/? A

[anonymous]

Francis paced the balcony, stopping every so often to peer over and give a wistful sigh. How he longed for a glass of Givry, perhaps a Chassagne or Montrachet. Anything to dull the pain of the modern pageant

Re: And Also World Peace 2/? B

[anonymous]

“I suppose, should we become desperate. Now, when do you suppose
Lovina will awaken?”

“This usually takes about six hours to wear off, so I’ll say-

“Antonio maneuvered the child to check his wristwatch. “About a half hour.”

“I do wish you would use pills rather than needles, it’s such a waste of concealer.” Francis gestured to the raised bump in the center of Lovina’s arm. “Look at that! It’s unsightly!

“Oh, that’s nothing. Now, let’s get her dressed before she awakens. It’s won’t be like the ‘Down the Glitter!” pageant, not this time.”

FoolsHe poised the lit cigarette directly in front of his lips, mesmerized by the curling of the smoke escaping the end. His eyes watched the grey figures form before him, illuminated in the garish lighting of the Ritzy Glitzy fluorescents, and contort towards each other, as though sharing secrets and plots, before extending towards the ceiling- no doubt screeching at the pain of being stretched beyond their limits. He imagined that, the way the bones would crack as the ribs parted ways and the

Re: And Also World Peace 2/? B

[anonymous]

/screaming

I did not now how much I needed this in my life until just now. This may be the funniest thing I have ever read, anon.

Re: And Also World Peace 2/? B

[anonymous]

"In his day, when he had donned that golden wig and studded blue platforms, when he had been La Francoise, child pageants were of a higher order. Not every cross-eyed hick in the county was allowed to pluck up their sullied urchins, souls dead and mummified in yards of pink tulle, and present them as the shining hope of the future. When they had said they wished for love amongst all and the sanctities of world peace, they had said it in utmost certainty. It wasn’t some standard cue-card drill, it was a display that being fashionable and functional were not mutually exclusive, that a babe fresh from motherly loins was capable of holding their own in a billiards match and appreciating the bouquet of fine Chianti."

HAVE NEVER LAUGHED SO HARD EVER. EVER. PLEASE JESUS YOU MUST CONTINUE. MY GOD.

I genuinely might send this story to people who aren't fans of Hetalia, it works so well as it's own universe.

Re: And Also World Peace 2/? B

[anonymous]

I love this story, it had me giggling like crazy. I can't wait for the next chapter!

[anonymous]

Wait, wait, wait, excuse me, but WHY IS THIS NOT FINISHED?

Author!Anon, I need this in my life. I honestly don't think I've ever laughed so hard at a fanfiction. I'm quite literally standing in my kitchen cracking up at, at, all this GOLD that is your fill.

"And hitting people certainly wasn’t pretty. So steadying the little girl in his arms, lifting his chin and turning up his eye-searing grin to maximum, breezed on over to unleash his inner beauty all over that fucking bitch’s face."

This right here? THIS RIGHT HERE? Please don't ever stop, don't ever stop.

"And all that was his reality, before that tragic day that his skirt was uplifted and the title of “la” came only to preface “laughing stock”. But Francis dare not think that now, only clapping a hand over his tearing eyes and casting a look to his beloved Mathilde.

I was keeping it together pretty well, but at this part I just lost it completely, and now I can't stop.
WHAT ARE YOU SAYING, A!A? YOU WERE BORN TO WRITE THIS.