brownlupine

It's Prussia's little chick MUAHAHAHAHA

Made of efaplast light plasticine, colored with acrylic colors, eyes are small black taws.
It is my first Oresama-chick so far, but I will make more.
Is anyone interested in buying one? If so, write me an email to trades.nishi@hotmail.de
The colors are choose able of course XD
Price: 8€  / 11$+  shipping
Way of paying: PAYPAL !!!

Now with size comparison:

Oh gosh. I am so childish.
That happens when Nishi has some free time and some plasticine and acryl colors.

I HAVE MANAGED IT
I survived all my final exams and I graduated from school !!!!
Omg, can you believe it? An idiot like me?! I have made it.

*dances* I dance now...the Nishi-dance.


HALT !!! Hammerzeit... de dedede de de de de......

Author: BrownLupine
Character/Pairing: Germany /N. Italy, Prussia
Rating: ey, voll normal, ey XD aka PG-13
Warning: loud mouthed supernumeraries, swearings,
Information: italic written- things said in german/ normal ones- the ultimate language all countries speak XD
I left the German swearing out on purpose. I don't want to be the one teaching this stuff ^^. So normal English swearing. Except you want the German swears, then tell me XD
Info: Part 4 to http://brownlupine.livejournal.com/812.html

It was a quiet Sunday morning.

Ludwig and Feliciano sat in the living room in a silent surrounding. The most of the cities weren’t at home and the few remaining ones entered rarely the room, so the two had some time for themselves. But they didn’t use it. Almost a week past since their “real” first time and so many things had changed. The two men barely changed looks or words. Ludwig started right the night after giving his promise to dig through his whole book property and even bought and lent additional ones from the library and near book stores to find out what Feliciano was talking about. He sat almost all day and night at this task, eager to complete it and give the Italian what he wanted so badly. But the sleep loss and the constant use of his concentration signed the blond with a more and more failing ability to take notice of his surroundings and gave the cities the possibility to make some jokes about the steady growing dark circles beneath his eyes,  which they barely took advantage of after two days, beginning to worry about their leader.

And Feliciano felt guilty for it.

On the one hand he was happy that Ludwig gave his best to keep the promise, but he sacrificed more than he won from it. Maybe he shouldn’t have stopped sleeping naked and kept laughing the most of the time so that his blond friend wouldn’t worry so much that he went to the borders of any survival chance. Even now Ludwig had a book in his hand and studied it. None the less it was so obvious that mister sandman was tagging at the flaxen haired mans coat; his eyes were heavy, dropping now and then closed and his head fell a little down  until this sudden movement made the taller one wake up again. The only thing that stopped him from doing so would be a word from the brunette, just one word to ask him to stop, so thought Feliciano. Or at least he hoped so. He was so lost in his worries that he missed the door bell that rang in a loud and constant rhythm and let him in wonder why Ludwig stood up all of a sudden and left the room.

That was the moment he noticed the bell for the first time and heard the heavy footsteps through the hall to the door and a very irritated Ludwig saying “Yes, yes, I am coming, stop that. It’s your own fault, if you don’t take any key w…” as soon as the sound of the opening entrance filled the room for a second the sentence of Ludwig died down. There was absolute silence before Feliciano heard an all to known and famous voice filling it:

“Hey West. What’s up? Don’t look at me like that. It’s almost like you have seen a ghost. Tehe, sorry for not contacting you the whole time. I had to leave for a while after those certain happenings, you see? Actually it was really a good time, I hang around at Spain’s, celebrated a little on Malle (nickname for Majorca) for some years. We haven’t seen each other since then, so I thought to myself ´Well, Gilbo, you had enough party, maybe you should look if everything is okay at home´ and so I came. Now what is it? Don’t you want to give your lovely brother a little hug?”  

 During those words Feliciano made it to the round arch that built the entrance of the living room and peeked to the front door. Indeed there was a person that looked exact the same as Gilbert, probably even was him, with wide opened arms and that typical wide and confident smile of his. Ludwig on the other hand didn’t looked too happy. His appearance was enveloped in a dark aura and that certain vein was pulsing dangerously on his head. The one that Feliciano knew all too well from moments when he did something so wrong it almost made Ludwig freak out. But this time, there was no self-control to keep him calm after those sleepless nights and the Italian was really happy he wasn’t the one standing before the angry German, although he highly doubted that Ludwig would’ve ever punched him as hard and merciless as he did with his brother now.

 Only moments later Gilbert laid on the couch with Berlin cooling his bleeding nose and the big bulge on the others fore head. The capital city, once a part of Gilbert’s household, knew too well that those bruises were just a long period of pain the Prussian will go through after the rest of the cities returned.

 “And you ass celebrated the whole time we were worrying about you and thought you are dead. I am surprised that Väterchen let you escape with just one punch and stay alive.”

 “Dwaw, if that isn’t cute. You were worried. You missed me. Especially you, am I right, Cölln?”, it was the wrong answer at the wrong time to wrong person. Berlin shoved two of the ice cubes into each of Gilbert’s nose holes and left the room after leaving the open ice back spilled on the white haired man’s intimate zone. The city never really forgave what happened back then, even if those fights were mere childish fights.

None the less Berlin left the room and a pain filled yet smiling Gilbert, who yelled after him:

“Can’t wait till evening, when we will settle this in your bed.”

“There is no way in hell I will let you sleep in my bed, Prussia.”

 “You wi~ill. We will meet at the big world time clock. ”,Gilbert laughed.

 And oh how much he hated to admit it, there was something true and dangerous in those last words. If Gilbert wanted something, he would get it, no matter what.

  

During that conversation Ludwig left the scenery and locked himself into his book room to continue his research. What nerve this guy had to suddenly appear after all this years. What did he think he was? When the wall fell all waited for their families to come over, all were lovey dovey and happy. They could hug and kiss each other. Siblings were back together, parents and their children, friends gone for so long glomped each other to the ground. But when the wall fell, nobody was there to meet Ludwig. There was no Gilbert. There were no brothers of the Federal Republic of Germany anymore. There was only Germany. Only Ludwig. Reunited and still incomplete.

AND NOW he came back, probably because he felt lonely again, or had no money to spend anymore, and told him that he had vacation all the time in which not only Ludwig but also all the cities thought he was lost, dead, gone forever. This guy had no feeling for responsibility at all.

And now back to the book. What does it said?

 ´[…]Gegen die revolutionären Truppen Frankreichs fanden beide deutschen Großmächte im Ersten Koalitionskrieg zu einem Zweckbündnis. Dieses als Pillnitzer Beistandspakt bezeichnete Bündnis vom Februar 1792 hatte freilich nicht den Schutz von Reichsrechten zum Ziel, sondern man erhoffte sich reiche Beute beziehungsweise gönnte dem anderen nicht einen eventuellen alleinigen Sieg. Die Chance die anderen Reichsstände hinter sich zu bringen verspielte Kaiser Franz II., der am 5. Juli 1792 in ungewohnter Eile und Einmütigkeit zum Kaiser gewählt wurde, durch den Umstand, dass er das österreichische Staatsgebiet unbedingt vergrößern wollte, notfalls auf Kosten anderer Reichsmitglieder[…]´

 Ludwig tried hard to concentrate on the text before him, but neither seemed that shitty book nor its information to help him to find out anything about his past.

And to make matters worse, there were loud, really loud “talks and discussion” audible in the house. Multiple voices seemed to fight about something, which indicates that the other cities had returned and most likely discussed with Gilbert about his irresponsible and senseless behaviour. A sound of something breaking was heard. Geez, and how they swore while arguing. Good that Feliciano wasn’t there to hear them. That is the least the boy needs, learning German cuss words.

Wait.

Where was the Italian? He wasn’t with Ludwig. According to this evidence he must be…

The blond rose immediately from his seat and threw the book aside. It fell on its back side, showing its cover upside with a golden inscription: The Holy Roman Empire.

Ludwig ran for the door, forgetting that it was locked so he ran against it what didn’t help his mood to improve at all. After unlocking it his feet carried him fast to the kitchen where he finally found the brunette sitting on the table between the arguing cities and Gilbert. All the talk was in German, but even a deaf AND blind person could make out that they didn’t use the most proper language.

 “OH reunited my ass, you know?! You think you can come back and act all happy after leaving us here?!”

 “Hey, come one, it’s not like…”

 “She is right, it is. What have you thought? I mean, you know what we felt hearing that you fell in the war?”

 “Does it wonder you guys? This bleached monkey was always the kind of person who thought he could decide over things like he wants.”

 “Hey, why are you complaining? You weren’t even a part of my household, you belonged to the Holy Roman Empire.”, Gilbert hit his hand onto the table next to Feliciano. Hard enough to make the table sigh with a crackle and Feliciano wince.

 “Yeah, right. To that little bastard, who never showed up or seemed to care in any way and suddenly disappeared. And you showed up one day with that boy and said ´That is Germany, he will be your country from now on´. That was totally an act of I- am-not-part-of-you. “

 “At least I brought a leader who cared for you.”

 “Yeah, one that was not only good to his cities, but also better to yours than you were. You know, fuck it. We should kick your stupid ass of awesomeness for each time each of us mourned for you and throw you out. Why don’t you just pi…”

 “SHUT UP!!!”

 Everything went silent and they all looked to the resource of the angry scream. They all knew the voice and they all knew that it wasn’t a good sign, if that voice was mad. There in the door frame stood a Ludwig, his features strained with rage and large rings beneath his eyes from the loss of sleep, which just underlined his expression.

He opened the voice and thundered loud and dangerous enough to even make his dogs, which rested calmly and unimpressed by the fight in their kitchen corner, run away and hide somewhere. And seeing the faces of some of the cities, they wished they could be one of those dogs now and simply ran.

 

“I told you more than once before that there is no swearing in my house!!! NO screaming! NO fighting! And NO throwing of things! NOW HURRY UP! You will be all, and I mean ALL be silent! Clean up that mess you made! And if there is something you have to talk about, do it calmly. If you want to fight like barbarians, go out of my house and my yard and fight there!”

“Right, West. Show them, who is the boss here.”

 “And you, Gilbert“ his voice was low now and seemed even more dangerous” if you think you can show up here after all this years and think that we will welcome you with a celebration, then you are wrong. If you don’t come up with a good excuse till tomorrow morning, you can pack your things again and leave!”

 The last part was far louder than it should be. And it wasn’t supposed to be said by Ludwig having little tears in his eye corners. Almost shocked about his own outburst he looked around in the room and met as much traumatized faces. He can’t quite remember the last time when his brother’s facial features slipped so much and openly into something close to fear like now. At last his eyes fixed on the stiff form of Feliciano who looked so surprised about that reaction that he didn’t dare to move the slightest bit. Ludwig could see in the hazel eyes that the brunette feared to be the next to be screamed at. The blond turned around murmuring something about going for a walk with the dogs. He had lost his self-control, and that shouldn’t have happened. Not at all. With a little whistle he called for his precious pets and left, taking his coat absently while passing the hat stand and a careful closed front door silenced the only clear sound that appeared to fill the quiet house, the hackling of the dogs. Germany left.

He went out into a hard and cold pouring rain. Maybe just to cool himself down.

The cities and two remaining countries looked at each other. The last time he freaked out like that was a long long long time ago.

“And now?”, Gilbert was the first to break the silence, but his voice was awkwardly soft and unsteady that it rather belonged to a young boy who waited for his punishment after being screamed at by his father.

 “I…I don’t know.”, answered Berlin.

 And it was the only answer that was given. Silently the cities did like they were told and started to clean what was broken. Did Ludwig thought they had broken the glass with full intention? In the heat of the fight? Saarbrücken carried it in her hand when she stepped back and onto the Retrievers tail, which whined out loud and startle her so much she let the glass fall down. Okay they had sworn a little too much and okay they shouldn’t have done it around Feliciano, too. And yes, he had every right to be angry at them and Gilbert, but that he was ready to throw his brother out?  Something wasn’t right. Also Prussia saw that, his disappointed pose and his face indicating the want to cry clearly told so.

“I go get him.”

 Feliciano jumped up and left without even hearing the words that it wasn’t necessary and that Ludwig will return sooner or later before catching a cold. He ran through the rain without knowing to where he was running, but he had always found the blond before so hopefully this time won’t be different. His track took him far into the nearby park and he felt like he had run for an hour or so when his eyes caught the scenery visible from the outlook he was currently standing on. No Ludwig so far but an amazing gaze onto a blinking world between the grey clouds of the mild fog.

While that Ludwig returned home, like the cities tried to tell his brunette friend. He didn’t take an umbrella and so he was wet from the head to the toes despite his coat. Not to mention how the dogs looked.

 “Feeling better, Väterchen?”

“Yeah a little. Where is Prussia?”

 “He is in the bathroom, taking a bath right now.”

 “Tch, not even an hour here and already…”

 “Isn’t Italy with you?”

 “Why should he be with me?”

 “After you fre…after you lost your self control a little and went away, he came after you.”

 “You are kidding me. Don’t tell me he still out there in the rain.”

“I fear so, he hasn’t returned so far. But maybe he will…”

 But Ludwig left already, this time he took an umbrella and a coat with him and ran into the rain, focused on where to search for the Italian. He didn’t notice the German Shepherd following him and not the city calling for them.

 “Großartig, na toll.”

 He just wanted a little time out and is confronted with problems right the moment he comes home. And where should he look anyway. The Italian knew a little of the surrounding here, but not every place. He could be far away by now and Ludwig had no idea what to do then. His finding skills which he had trained by searching for Roderich each time the man went lost would help at least a little.

Ludwig was lost in his thoughts when he almost fell over the shepherd, who followed him unnoticed till now, suddenly went crazy happy and past the blond right before him to run into the direction of the old outlook. Ludwig was a little startled but decided to follow the animal, because either the dog had found the Italian he loved so much or something to eat. Fortunately it was the first option.

Feliciano sat there on a bench and looked at the town beneath, seemly deep in thoughts, too. A coat around his shoulder made him look up and hazel eyes meet sky blue ones.

 “Explain me on a logical base why you are sitting out here in the rain without any kind of protection against it.”, the blond said, sitting next to the other man holding the umbrella over him. His voice sounded soft and not as rational as it usually was or at least tried to be.

 “I slipped and hurt my ankle. I made it only till here. Sorry for causing trouble, Germany. Don’t be angry.”

 “I am not. Show me your ankle. “, the blond replied and kneeled down. He freed the foot from the shoe and the sock the brunette was wearing and examined everything. Each time Feliciano flinched, the blue eyes fixed on him for a second and returned back to their work afterwards.

 “You haven’t even brought an umbrella with you.”

 “I had. But it flew away, and when I tried to catch it, I slipped.”

 “And your coat? Wait, let me guess: You got stuck on something with it and while trying to free you, your umbrella flew away and when you tried to run after it you forgot your coat and tore it by the sudden pull, but the umbrella was more important and so you left the rests where they are and ran after the said umbrella to catch it and fell.”

 “Actually…”

 “Yeah?”

 “…I forgot it at home.”

 “…really…”

 “Yep, but that is also a nice story you had.”, Feliciano said with a grin.

 Ludwig’s hand met his face and he sighed. But he pressed the umbrella into Feliciano’s hand and turned around to offer him his back without any other comment.

“Get up, I will carry you home.”

 The brunette waited a moment but took the offer and made himself comfortable on the broad back of the blond. And so they went home in restful silence.

“Ludwig?”, also the voice of the Italian was rather quiet and calm now.

 “Hm?”

 “Do you like the weather here? D-don’t misunderstand me; I think it’s really beautiful myself… somehow. But people always say that the weather here is always so grey and rainy and cold and makes you depressed and…so on.”

 “I can’t decide what kind weather comes here and when. It comes from our position in the graticule and the relief of the continent and it also not that bad. It’s neither too cold nor too warm and that’s good instance for so many plants to grow. Such instances gives us a good [...]”, Feliciano nodded silently to everything into Ludwig’s neck at every sentence the blond said.

 “It’s simply home, Feliciano.”, the German suddenly said and made the man on his back look up.” You see, it’s simply with what I have grown up so far. The wet and cold weather is a part of me and it always will. It also feels like it always was. Even if it doesn’t make me always happy, it has something special. Each moment the sun is shining and the weather is dry, it’s for me like the raining seasons for countries that are arid the most time of the year. And every time I just stand in the cold rain and let the water roll over me, I remember that this is the place where I came from and where I belong and I also remember that how the rain stops at any moment and the sun comes threw in the weather, so it will happen in my life. It’s a part of me. The weather is me, like the vegetation and the fauna and the cities and all inhabitants are.”

 The brunette smiled into the others neck and thanked him for telling him this. Ludwig was confused but he didn’t request for any further explanation. Instead he asked something else:

 “Let me ask you now something, okay? Tell me, if you really want me so badly to remember. If you really want me to know what was back then, why don’t you simply tell me then? It would be so much easier if you would give some hints, some more obvious ones.”

The Italian felt silent. Ludwig could feel the other smile disappear on his skin as the other seemed to think how to answer properly. How unlike Feliciano.

 “You would lie to me.”, the Italian answered

“What...why should I?”

 “Because you like me and if I tell you, you would lie that you can remember everything sooner or later. Maybe you will go threw some books to get to know a little more and make some things up and say you know everything… just to make me happy.”

“Italy, I told you already that…”

“I want to hear it from your mouth when you remember I want you to tell me that you remember and what and when it was and I want to hear what you felt at those times. All I want to do is agree with you in that moment. Please keep on searching. I am thankful you try to do that.”

 “Hn. Na schön.”

“Thank you. And stop doing your search at the most impossible times.”

 “Italy. I could find it faster that way.”

 “No, you just get more and more tired. You can’t control yourself anymore and you worry me and your cities. And if you brother sees you like that, he will worry, too. I want to share the bed with you again, but I can’t if you always stay up till late night and then fall asleep over your desk. I promise I sleep naked again if you want!”

 “Huh, as you wish.”

 “And don’t be angry at your brother. He surely has his reasons for leaving.”

“Oi, also extra wishes?”

 “I would be happy to find out that Lovino is still alive and also came back to me after I thought he is dead for so long.”

 Ludwig sighed defeated. He didn’t answer Feliciano but both knew that the brunette had won.

When they arrived at home, they could hear loud voices from the inside and Ludwig feared they were fighting again. Entering, the blond went immediately to the kitchen without even letting his friend down. But he wasn’t prepared that the loud voices were actually singing. In the room the cities and Gilbert stood there arm in arm in a half circle, singing strange mixes of German and English and traditional and more modern songs, drinking and actually celebrating the return of Ludwig’s brother. Gilbert had still damp hair and only a towel around his waist indicating that he just came out of the tub.

In the middle of the half circle Munich and Stuttgart were dancing some traditional dances, which didn’t fit to the song mixes yet had something suiting to them.

Ludwig smiled.

That was something his brother always could do better than him; animating people to do stupid things. Or simply having fun.

“Shall we party with them?”

 “Later Feliciano. I am sure that there is still some warm water. So we will take a bath first and then care for your ankle. And then we can join.”, and with that he turned around and left for his bathroom with the brunette.

 “Do you want to go first? You were out in the rain two times.”

 “No you were as long out there. And besides I said ´we´, didn’t I?”, he smirked, more than sure that he made his friend blush even without seeing him in that position.

The time ran. As promised, Ludwig and Feliciano joined the party and they celebrated into the night. Nobody was sure how something happened, for example who of them started to grill meat…in the house or how the cow came in. But they had fun and even Ludwig let himself be animated to dance on the table with his brother. Soon a hand full of the cities joined them up there and danced with them. It wasn’t clear, why they sang the “Moskau”-song from “Dschingis Khan”, but they definitely took the line “Wir tanzen auf dem Tisch bis der Tisch zusammen bricht” too literally.

Now, after a broken table, a half burned kitchen and the help of all of them to get that cow out of the house, Ludwig and Gilbert were the only one remaining in the kitchen, sitting on bar chairs at the little bar counter they had there.

“My my. I didn’t know you can be that awesome, West. I am glad to see you have still life in your bones. “, the white head exclaimed, throwing an arm around Ludwig.

 “Yeah…yeah…” was the answer from the one leaning, no almost laying on the counter. He was sure he defiantly drank too much.“ I am glad to see you alive, too.”

“Oh come on. You can’t be seriously angry at me because of that. I mean I am back now, right?”

 “Why did everyone had to greet a family to meet back then, but I stood there alone waiting with open arms for nothing.”

 Gilbert fell silent and removed his arm from the others shoulder.

  “You want an explanation why I fled? Okay, here you have it. Because I knew what would happen. And you knew and still know as well. I knew who’s slave I would be after loosing. I didn’t want to end up like those Russia already had. I didn’t want to be the one hurting my children. And I didn’t want to die, because you shouldn’t be left alone like the first time. My cities, my children, they were better of f without me. So I gave you as many of them as possible to support you but not burden you too heavy and left the rest at other countries for caring for them. After the defeat I was a captive for a while, but somehow I managed to flee and hide. The price I had to pay for that was to give myself up. I was at many places before I found some refuge under Spain’s wings. And I am not Prussia anymore. I am only Gilbert now. But if it helps you, I always kept in touch with the news to see how you are. Happy?”

 Ludwig said nothing. He remained in his pose, eyes closed and hidden by his bangs which hang low now after the dancing. Then a little movement. He shook his head in denial.

 “Fine. Let me at least stay for this night.”, Gilbert rose from his seat and went into the direction of the exit, “you should go to bed, too. Your little love is surely waiting for you.”

  But before he left the room a hand stopped him in his track and turned him around. Two strong arms wrapped around his form and pulled him close to his brother’s frame. Damn, did this guy got even larger since the last time they saw?

“I am not happy, because I couldn’t say hello properly.”

 “Oi Ludwig. Stop being sentimental.”

 “I am glad you are back, I am glad to have you back. No, you are not just Gilbert now. You are Germany like me. And there is a lot of work you have to do, if you want to stay.”

 “Na, there is no work too hard for me. So and now?”, he said with a lazy yet curious tone in his voice. By now Gilbert had already started to hug back, though he would deny it if you would ask him later on.

 “Wilkommen zuhause, Bruder.”, said Ludwig with a tightening embrace.

 “Danke.”, was the silent reply.

 The family was reunited at last.





TBC....

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Translation of the book:

Both great German powers decided to sign a contract for a special purpose alliance to defend themselves against the revolutionary troops. The purpose of that contract wasn’t the protection of the empire’s laws, but for the purpose to get a big yield and to not let the other get the most part of it. But the emperor Franz II lost his chance to leave all the other parts of the empire behind by trying to expand the Austrian territory at any cost. He was voted to be emperor in a fast unusually fast and consentaneous act.

The used dog races here are:
Ludwig = German Sheperd
Feliciano = Volpino Italiano
Kiku = KaiKen
Roderich = Austrian Black and Tan Hound










Again, they are wolves but inspired by dog races which originate in the country (or not XD).

US/Alfred: Labrador
Canada/Matthew: Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever
Russia/Ivan: A little Samojede, but mainly wonderful sibirian wolf.. He doesn't need much additionally, Just a great white fur color.
China/Wang Yao: Chinese Crested Dog
England/Arthur: English Cocker Spaniel
France/Francis: Braque français













Suggestions for other charas welcome.



The inspiring dog breeds:

Prussia: Prussia/Gilbert, the fawned albino bitch.

Yeah, you read correct: Bitch. Because that self-centred, self-loving, over-manly bastard cost me a lot of nerves making him. I had 5, I repeat, FIVE base sketches (three on PC, the two other on paper), but he never wanted to be created. Finally we could find a compromise about him being created by making a sixth sketch that hopefully brings out his overgrown ego. I messed up the perspective play, sorry for that, but at least I could finish him.
But what do I expect of a guy, who calls himself “Your highest Holiness”…..

What so ever, here he is and I refuse to change him. No dog race used, because he didn’t like any.

Hungary: Mudi. It's really interesting to see how much bigger long fur can make a body than the actual hairless one is. Her "naked" sketch was so much smaller XD.
Yeah, I usually do a ground sketch with a naked animal to get the anatomy right before I "hair" them.

Estonia: Estonian Hound

Ukraine: South-russian Owtscharka.
The breed and its pony are the reason why I broke my rule to never ever give wolves a human "hair style".

Belarus: Russian Laika. I am so sorry for her strange look, but I did my best to change it and just made it worse O left it how it came out the first time. She still looks creepy.

Latvia: No race. Unfortunality someone from Latvia told me too late that they actual have a breed originating there: The Latvian Half-Wolf.

Poland: Chart Polski

Lithuania: Lithuanian Hound
















AND A SPECIAL ADDITION XDDD

Mother Africa:



ATTENTION: This is a wolf with a design inspired by an African Wild Dog, not an African Wild Dog itself !!!!

Because I belong to those who believe that the cradle of human kind lays in Africa. There is so far no African chara in APH except Egypt, but I thought if the great cultures of the History are mentioned as charas (Roma, Germaine, old Greece, old Egypt and such), then why not an old mother, our old and wise and kind hearted mother Africa. And because it had to suit into the whole, she is wolfynized, too, despite not having a human form yet.

Hamburg:





This is the wolfynized form of the personification of the city Hamburg, which is located in Germany and my home town XDD
Szme drew her human version. You will know her from the "Love Sick" fanfic.

Oh and to the picture, Hamburg is a harbor city, though not directly located at an ocean. It's known for the river Elbe (in the BG), the old land with it's fruit trees (the apple tree) and for all that comes with fish (obviously the fish in her mouth).
She must adore Seychelles for her fishing abilities XDDDDD
And excuse the VERY VERY BAD shadows on the ground and the wolf. They are supposed to be shadows from the tree, but look like simple dots.




SPECIAL THANKS TO ALL OF YOU WHO HELPED ME WITH THE FINDING OF SUITING BREEDS !!!! MANY HUGS TO YOU 
:D



South Italy/Lovino and Spain/Antonio: The inspiring dog-breed for Lovino is the same as for his brother Feliciano: The Volpino Italiano. For Antonio I used the Cao da Serra da Estrela.

Finland/Tino and Sweden/Berwald: Dog breeds of inspiration were the Finnish Spitz and the Jämthund. Gosh how I love that dog breed.
Anyway, I almost forgot their sweet little Hana-tamago. *looks at berwalds design* *lays face into hands* I will never be able to draw or paint him again.

Denmark and Norway: The Danish Boarhound (great dane?) and the Lundehund (english name is?). Yesh, the Lundehind has 6 toes, that's why I gave Norway also six XD Geez, again two designs I can't ever draw again

Greece/Heracles and Turkey/Sadiq:
Even as wolves they fight the whole time. I guess they need it, like Feli needs his pasta
And no worries, I would say, this is mainly play fight...they are males after all, you know, showing off and stuff *wants to use a certain term, but does not, since children are also reading this*

Their colors were inspired by the Greek dog-breed Alopekis and the Turkish Deltari ilir....or was it the Kagal?
To be honest, I don`t remember anymore Stupid me XD


Special: Gilbert's first appearance as an alpha (or better country), where little Hamburg saw him the first time.

Inspired by the "Sanctuary!" score of the Humpback of Notre Dame.

Little MSN sketch color toned with OC











Taiwan, Hong Kong and Korea: Taiwan Dog, just slightly Shar Pei and the Jindo. Nothing much to say, except that I love how Taiwan came out. And that I got at least a little of Korea's cheerfulness and Hong Kong's mysteria.


Swiss/Vash and his little sister Liechtenstein: St. Bernard for both of them. And yes, their tails are cut short. Equal to the hair cut scene X3 Dedicated to Laphy on dA , thanks for your help, dear X3



Cuba and Seychelles: Basenji and the Havanese. Yay for smoking wolves *drop* Dedicated to Setsu-sama on dA, thanks for your help X3


Egypt/Gupta Muhammad and Belgium: The Egyptian wolf itself and the Belgian Shepherd.
The fabric around Egypt neck is a kind of cape he can pull of his head. It's also sad the the ribbon of Belgium's head band is on the other side...btw, she curled around Egypt's hind legs. The last two of a long series of APH charas ^^ Following are the specials, like Grandpa Rome, Germania etc. (Chibitalia and HRE included) XD

Sealand/Peter and Iceland: Iceland Dog inspired me for Iceland. Peter is just a normal wolf pup. He is cute like he is and don't need any special dog races to inspire his design XDDD  YAY, perspective fail, Oh I am so great at failing lately. Btw, I don't pair them up. They just played like an adult wolf plays with the pack pups and well, let's say I caught them off guard. Iceland is not amused.











Greece and Japan cuddling....


Following are the specials, like Grandpa Rome, Germania etc. (Chibitalia and HRE included) XD

Thanks to all people, who gave me a suggestion for a dog breed *huggles*

Comissions for Hetalia wolves open.
I decided to open my commissions for the Hetalia wolves here.
I am sure, it won't be as wanted as if a good human artist offered them, but I try none the less. XD
I would make requests but time and money is rare for me, so I can just do it as that.
 

You can ask for:
- a hetalia country to be wolfynized if it isn't by now
- a city to be wolfynized (like hamburg)
- any of the existing wolfynized charas you want to see in any kind of scene (and genre?)

My prices are very low and please consider that I have to change it from $ to €, which means, I loose some money.
Pay- Method is Paypal. Contact me either on dA or with an email to trades.nishi@yahoo.de
The prices and rules are the same as in my journal.

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(Feel free to purchase other kind of arts, too XDD)