I always seem to find myself comparing Alfred to Tamaki Suoh from Ouran Highschool Host Club.
Maybe it’s the blonde hair.
Maybe it’s the dramatic flair.
Maybe it’s because they both are pretty ignorant of those who aren’t as fortunate, but blindly rush in to try and fix things they don’t even understand yet.

ohgomennasai:

bigstickdiplomacy:


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Let’s see…eeny meeny miney moooe. [he points at each one, grinning like a fool]

Look it’s that weird Arthur guy who likes to sew—
Kiku has ‘mums at his place that grow
and then there’s Charlie, a mug I’m only half-lucky to know!


Hahaha! I am so the best poet.

You could be better-

Alfred pauses, blinking at the criticism(???) he hadn’t expected. Or well he had, but not really from Japan.
He sits there with a very confused smile for like thirty seconds before going to rub the back of his neck awkwardly.
"R-Really? You’re right to have so much faith in me! Alright, I’m going to be even better than the best!!" he thrusts an intense fist pump into the air for emphasis.
"So hey Japan, you write poetry too sometimes right?"


askallisonjones-stateofindiana reblogged this from you and added:

was two months ago. -chuckles lightly- But…a ‘just-for-the-hell-of-it’ present.




Aww man, no birthday? I was just having so many visitors today that I thought..

Oh well! Too bad for them I guess.
[he grins when it turns out she really does have a present]

Really? What is it?

dullenglishroses:

bigstickdiplomacy:

dullenglishroses:


I give you a F for effort at a poem. But hello to you too, idiot.


Oh c’mon you know you were in awe. [he elbows Arthur playfully in the arm]
Hiya, though! Happy to be here again?

I’ve heard much better, but coming from you I guess it’s decent. [he grumbles and lightly whacks his arm in return]

It’s better then being back at my some-what hell hole of a house.

Y’know, I was thinking of getting some of my work published. Then I could live like your fat old European guys except I’d be the hip version!

Hell-hole? Whaddya mean?

So you’d be a hip, fat, American poet? Well, I’m not one to tell you what to do, but it’s harder to do poetry than what you may think.

It’s either hot as hell, or rainy and cold, and I have to deal with ten kittens that were given to me. And I have work to do. That’s what I mean.

H-Hey I wouldn’t be fat!! What is WITH you people, seriously? I take great care of myself! [says this as he downs a sugary energy drink whut]


Did you say kittens?
I could take some off of your hands if you want. I’ve got plenty of space.

Posted : 1 year ago with 1 note | Reblog
tags: #musings

so I keep thinking of Puritan!America
and how all the stories of witches and demons would scare the crap out of him
and then Jonathan Edwards would come and preach ‘Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God’ and that would just seal the deal forever.
He’d hate to go camping alone or without some kind of weird gadget he thought could protect him.

ohgomennasai:

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Konnichiwa, America-san.

Kiku!! Heya!
[he’s always happy to see his island comic bro okay]

So hey what’s happenin’ you and yours making it along okay?

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[gapes happily at the number] Nobody told me I was getting another birthday party this year!
So hey, where’s your gifts?

Unless they’re so big you need me to get them out of your car??

dullenglishroses:


I give you a F for effort at a poem. But hello to you too, idiot.


Oh c’mon you know you were in awe. [he elbows Arthur playfully in the arm]
Hiya, though! Happy to be here again?

I’ve heard much better, but coming from you I guess it’s decent. [he grumbles and lightly whacks his arm in return]

It’s better then being back at my some-what hell hole of a house.

Y’know, I was thinking of getting some of my work published. Then I could live like your fat old European guys except I’d be the hip version!

Hell-hole? Whaddya mean?

(Source: bigstickdiplomacy)

Posted : 1 year ago with 22 notes | Reblog
tags: #yes.
"

The Avatar must be compassionate to all people, and the only way of doing so was living among them. If the Avatar were instead an all-powerful immortal spirit living at the top of a mountain, he would not have anything in common with ordinary people. She acknowledged that the Avatar must experience human life and emotions, such as sadness, anger, joy, and happiness. The Avatar must learn how precious human life is in order to understand the need to protect it, thus with every incarnation, the Avatar Spirit comes closer to fully comprehending what it truly means to be human.

→ replace ‘Avatar’ with ‘Nation’ and I think we’ve got something here (via springswallow)

Posted : 1 year ago with 4 notes | Reblog
tags: #fortroughs

fortroughs:

bigstickdiplomacy:

You mean you can’t pick me up now, Mister Alfred? [he pouts slightly] I won’t be able to be picked up when I’m lots bigger.

O-Oh, you meant being picked up? You gotta watch how you put some things, Pete.
*proceeds to scoop him up, toss him high and haphazardly into the air but catch him like a boss*

You have to make plane noises if you’re really a plane!!

[and up he goes! Peter cackles happily as he flies up in the air, only to be caught at the very last second. He beams up at the other]

Mister Alfred, you throw me up really high! I didn’t spect to go that far, but I really like it! I really do!

[and he pauses, before pushing up his lips]

Shrooooooom!

[is that what sort of noise an airplane makes?]

Course I did. Planes have to go high or they’ll crash! [makes comedic crashing noises to dampen the seriousness of the actual event]

ZOOM ZOOOOOOOM [he’s really getting into it, lifting Peter over his head and making pew pew noises as though he’s some ship from Star Wars, no longer a plane]

Watch out, the Empire is going to get you we have to fly away and plan another strategy…! [runs away with Peter still suspended over his head]