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‘I watched empires rise and fall long before the first of your kingdoms crawled out of the dirt!’
- A.D. 1842 - @historical-hetalia-week day five…
Britannia Prima
My first submission for the Historial Hetalia Week 2021! I’ve never participated in an event like this and am super pumped to share my ideas with you all. Thanks so much to the @historical-hetalia-week team for organizing this event! (I’ve tagged this to the best of my ability, please forgive me if I’ve done something improperly and let me know how I can fix it!)
Title: Britannia Prima
Summary: The Roman Empire arrives in the soggy northern reaches of his emperor’s domain and meets the young boy he’s been hunting for decades.
CONTENT WARNINGS:
Brief but distressing physical roughness with a child (who in this case is also an immortal eldritch being/far older than any adult human)
Some vulgar language.
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Londinium, Britannia, Roman Empire
4th Century, C.E.
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It was raining when he arrived in Londinium. Of course it was. It was always raining in these gods—God—forsaken parts. The very edge of the earth, or so they said. Julius stalked up towards the villa as though he himself were a storm cloud descending to punish the landscape, ignoring how the mud splattered onto his calves and the hem of his tunic. He’d travelled all the way from Hispania as soon as he’d received word from the praetorian prefect, and the long journey through the tidal waves of spring had done nothing for his mood.
We found him. That was all the message had said. Him. That detail was news. No surprise, really, there had always been more males than females, when all the lands of the world were accounted for. Julius had already met one of her brats, after all: a son, already making his turns into manhood. But then, he’d seen her pregnant. Now, decades later, there was only left to see what kind of bastard she had produced.
He did not have to knock at the front door, for which he was grateful. As soon as he was over the threshold he threw off his hood, showering cold rain down onto the tiles.
“Where?” He asked, and the servant sent to receive him kept a demure look on the ground.
“In the cubiculum,” he reported, carefully extricating Julius from his cloak and offering him a linen towel for his hair. Julius ignored it, brushing off his hair with a hand and slinging the water to the ground. Without a further word, the Roman marched out of the fauces and through the atrium, where on both levels, there were not a few servants, soldiers, and other assembled house members waiting like buzzards to dissect whatever scraps they’d be able to hear from their perches. Julius ignored them, and hardly waited for the guardsmen to raise their spears before he entered the cubiculum.
“Master Romulus,” greeted the prefect, sounding at once relieved and terrified to see the empire, “I’m glad to see you’ve made it through the storm unscathed.” Julius ignored him.
Jesus Christ and all his disciples, it was a boy. Not a child, hardly more than a woodland wisp like the ones the barbarians spoke of, it was an infant. Decades of searching, Julius fumed to himself, decades. For this. The child was facing away from him, staring out the window into the rain, flanked on either side by guards and a tired-looking Breton nanny. The torchlight caught on his tangled mop of hair, which was far lighter in color than his mother’s, and made it seem as though the strands themselves had caught flame. So light of hair. There is no way he is mine.
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What do you think England's relationship with Hong Kong is like?
hmmm good question! this is how i think it would’ve been during the Victorian era: from England’s perspective, I see him positioning himself as HK’s “”benefactor”” (laden with all the ironies and caveats of empire), if that makes sense? (China’s perspective would of course, be completely different.) I don’t really see a parental dynamic the way I analogise Arthur and Alfred’s relationship. The closest analogy I can think of as to how England sees it is like a wealthy patron who funds a younger person’s education—those kinds of 19th century dynamics. I guess I’m thinking of the cultural dimension of the British empire here? The way I see it, HK as a teenager being ‘educated’ in the British schooling system in the 19th century is also about instilling certain concepts, ideas and world views too. The aspect of history that I’m trying to incorporate is the historical dynamic of how HK existed within the larger empire—intended as an important port city that further facilitated trade and commercial links across the British empire’s other colonies, as well as the cultural influence and legacy British rule had on HK. Victoria’s reign was an era where the concept of Westernisation was uncritically assumed to be synonymous with modernisation and progress by a lot of people: therefore, in terms of global imperial dynamics, the narrative was that the older, formerly powerful empires Qing China had become stagnant and therefore, its value systems and way of life were outdated etcetera.
From HK’s perspective, I think he sort of tries to make the best of the situation (he doesn’t have much leverage, between Arthur and Yao, whom are from his perspective, the old world empires with all the cards, even if the latter has been shorn of a lot of prestige after the Opium Wars) and that means sometimes going along with some things. But I do think the end result of all of this is him growing into his own distinct person with a unique way of seeing things, and in some ways he has a perspective of two (and more) different cultural worldviews from it. On this level, this is where I think he has some things in common with Eleanor/Zee (NZ); both being distinctly read as not-English and having to navigate that cultural terrain. I also pretty much can see them both going to university in the 1800s (I already headcanon Zee being educated at the first women’s college at Oxford, whereas I don’t see Alfred, Matthew or Jack/Australia going to university then, at least not until they decide to take it up after WWII).
my 2021 resolution is to have no more shame and post alfred f jones on main
My soul guards…that smash my enemies into pieces…(didn’t have time for Ice sorry) yeah…happy new year🌋
idk what their ship name is but i want it to be a thing
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Can you draw China in Ming Dynasty Era clothing?
how about two chinas for the price of one?
I've been thinking a lot lately about how the main difference between Alfred and Matt is ambition and it's relationship with faith.
Alfred wants the world. He did on some level want the industrial and economic power that propelled him to the status of power. He resisted it, but he longed for the military might that all but forced his inheritance of the slipping British Empire. He longed for it. Maybe more for the respect at first, the ability to look Arthur in the eye as a man and equal, and only reluctantly for the ability to shape the world but he wanted it all the same. And he has faith he'll have it and that he deserves it. He believes with every ounce of himself that his way, his values, his path was the best one. Not only for him but for anyone around him. First the Americas, and then the world. There are doubts that whisper in his ear that sound like the roaring flames of hell and they nag at his conscience but they disapears under the barrage of success that he desired. He is God's chosen country. Icarus flew too close to the sun, and tumbled into the sea on broken wings when sun-warmed wax melted away. But Alfred swallowed the sun itself, took it into his hands and surpassed all other nations when he became that first nuclear power. He has utter faith that the entire world will dance to the tune he chooses.
Matt has little ambition. If he has any, it is only to survive, to avoid being swallowed whole by the competing empires that gave him breath and the brother he's bound too. He was the second son of the British Empire, Arthur's most dependable child. The First Dominion of Empire. Sounds so grand, like he's so in line with Arthur. It should be that he had faith in imperial dreams, in that world upon which the sun did not set upon his family and an ambition to serve it and prop it up in all things. But there is little of it there. He is the abandoned son of the French Empire. He has no faith in loyalty or in safety or love nor in any ambition too it. Except that innate need to survive. And Matt, well he is the North. Here, survival means warmth. Not the fires of nuclear power but of warmth and community and fire. Matthew's utter devotion to his Father and his family is given without so much expectation as hope that it will be returned when the brink is near and he needs help.
Matt looks softer, kinder than his brother, but he has that same sort of sharp ambition to him under it all. It's so much smaller as he has little faith in anything he gives being returned, but his one small need demands he give anyway. The North American brothers are much the same. It's just Alfred is so much louder and less desperate and more honest than Matt.
Family Christmas Dinner - for the sixth day of @winterhell-hetaliaevent !
In Norway there are really only three different types of dinner you can have on Christmas Eve; ribbe (pork), pinnekjøtt (mutton), or lutefisk (fish). Ribbe and pinnekjøtt is by faaaar the most popular dishes, and everyone will agruse that what their family use is the best meal. However, everyone agrees that lutefisk is the worst! Except those few who eat it - my family use lutefisk and everyone will look at me with disgust when I tell them.
Lutefisk is actually said to be the oldest prepared dish in Norway. It’s dried cod, which is soaked and then put in lye, soaked again, and then baked in the oven and served with baconbits, potatoes, butter, and optionally potato-lefse.
(The tapestry on the wall is a traditional åkle, with a design from my home-town)
Merry Christmas to all celebrating today!!
I hope everybody has a great day and a happy holiday!! ❄️✨
Aren’t we all blessed hws America got the old English human name ‘Alfred’ even though it was kind of a rare name at the time and not something stupid from his Puritan days like Thou-Shall-Not-Commit-Adultery Jones or Sorry-for-sin or Fly-fornication yo these sepratists really be insane while naming their kids.
Mayhaps regency Scotland(sideburns!).....🏴 ? Or baroque nyo russia? Completely separate on silhouette but so iconic. Aneeways ur art is great!
Very handsome...
As soon as I see that jacket again in the first episode I WILL burst into tears like a big ol baby ;A;
Congratulations on your exams!!!! Some 1910s Canada if you're still taking requests? Either way I just wanted to say your historical art is so detailed and lovely and I really admire your blog!
Sir!!
I am very funny
Reuploaded cause I fucked up the first time ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ still learning how to renavigate the old tumbles haha
God Jul Hilsen Finland ❤️ (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
This is just a quick little sketch I made before I leave for home tomorrow, can’t wait to see my family !!
PS: I won`t post any new drawings for a while, I am gonna spend time with my family and work on uni projects, see you next year!
