stirringwind:

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.’)