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i'm fr about to create a little coalition of hetalia austria enjoyers on tumblr and i don't think anyone can stop me
Sorry for the delay, finally here's the prompts for SpAus Week 2024! You can find a text version of this post here. Prompts are free to use forever, even after the week is over ^^ Late submissions are also alright, of course :3
I hope the prompts will be of inspiration, have fun!!~ C:
who cares? you're correct.
you know, i actually do think roderich could get down with some psychedelic rock
Cuddles
(Because I'm feeling self indulgent and touch-starved, take this for my day 1 piece :3) @spaus-week
He had been sitting there for hours, writing, rewriting, dotting the staff paper over and over to achieve something. But what? There was no point to it, he would only ever look at this piece and see a failure. This composition would never be perfect as it was. Maybe it was time to reconsider the sounds of the modern day, maybe even return to that era of structure and style that didn't fit much more than the art he wanted to create. Maybe he needed to give it up for now, laying down and accepting defeat, but what good would that be?
Then, bursting through the door, his beloved spaniard came to provide him with something to eat. Roderich had set Antonio on a fetch quest a while ago, feeling pangs of hunger in his fragile stomach. So, dutiful as he was to most everything else, Antonio took no less than an hour to return.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to take so long!" The spaniard sighed, exhausted. "I felt stupid walking into those buildings and looking around and buying nothing. Nobody had what you wanted!"
"Felt?" Roderich scoffed.
"Aw, don't be like that." Antonio approached from behind, and Roderich let him. Good, this was a game, he thought. "I've been around the entire city looking for your very specific desserts, and all for what reward?" His hands snaked around the Austrian's body, holding him softly and swaying to the beats of his own heart. "The least I deserve is a kiss, no?"
"Hm, true..." Roderich took his own hands from the staff paper, inevitably relaxing into the sways of his own beloved. "But first, how about you take me away from here. I'm getting tired, and I'd like to rest."
"Rest how?" That could have meant anything from going out to eat to forsaking all dignity to sleeping.
"You decide. I'm so tired, I can't think straight." And those words were what damned Roderich to the act of being loved.
"Alright, I see." Antonio lifted the pianist, smiling in that stupid way he always did. He carried the man like a bride or a princess, letting him acquaint himself with the lack of control slowly. Most have known Roderich was prone to overthinking, but Antonio also knew that revoking the right to do anything would help him stop thinking so much. "No preference between the couch and the bed?"
"The bed sounds nice." Roderich muttered. He found himself incapable of struggling. Why would he, though?
"Bed it is." Antonio pressed a kiss to his lover's forehead, then carried both himself and the other to their shared bed. The pastry was even taken along, even in spite of the 'no food in bed' policy they instated. Comfort was inevitably prioritized over the efforts, and as it turned out, lying down and accepting that he had been defeated was far from pointless.
Written in the Stars
(And now for my trademark! A bit of angst after a sweet moment.) @spaus-week
Antonio was a simple man who had one simple habit between duties on the starship. He would come once more to this corridor, staring through this window, the pulse of the engines outside humming. Antonio couldn't help but stare and be one with the universe. It felt like his very core would sing along to this song. Whatever song the stars seemed to sing, anyways. The song reminded him of a certain performer he had met on a distant planet.
The song was gentle and sweet, just as the flowery dialect it had been composed for. Antonio thought he would win the lottery before he could see that man again, but fate had put in a good word for him.
The man who composed it, a self proclaimed conservationist, was traveling with them. He was opting to use anything except the fare that would have been charged to take him on a comfortable journey. He thought about what it was like to live so carefully, but not only did he refuse to honor that thought, it had been interrupted by a few words from the door.
"What's so enticing out there? Nothing new, right? I've already looked." That voice. Those words. Antonio nearly didn't understand them. He was so entranced. "Hello? Can you hear me? You seem like you might as well be lost out there." Ah, what he'd give to be lost in that voice forever.
"Sorry, Rodrigo." Antonio grinned as he looked in the composer's direction. "I've been looking at the stars. They're so pretty!" Much like the visitor he now gazed upon. "You may have looked, but have you seen them yet?"
"I don't see them often, and in all honesty, I suppose I need to take a better look." Roderich stood by his fellow man. "They inspire a lot of my work. Dangerous, overwhelming, but pretty." The composer had a strangely serene look on his face. Pale as the moon of earth, eyes shimmering in a color almost like the void of space had been lit up in flame, those same eyes reflecting the light that those distant stars had been emitting for ages longer than any man had existed.
"Wow..." Antonio sighed, but he didn't look out the window. His own green eyes were fixated on the features of this strange man. He looked so put together, but like a mess the more he was paid attention to. A truly remarkable and vulnerable artist, one of the last of his kind by trade. Antonio hadn't seen music on things with strings and keys before meeting Roderich.
To meet someone so connected to the past in this age of the stars was incredible.
"I need to-" Antonio caught himself. "Could I get to know you better?" His own tanned face was surprisingly flooded with enthusiastic blush.
"Anton, was it?" Roderich asked. "I'd love that. You seem like you enjoy art. I know of a nice gallery you may enjoy, it holds some pretty extravagant exhibits."
"Well, I guess that's that!" He didn't bother to correct him. "I'll meet up with you sometime later, maybe after our ship makes it through the system after this one?" Antonio offered.
"Do you promise?"
And then Roderich woke from his slumber, a bed of beautiful yet modest luxury beneath his aching joints. He remembered that man so fondly, having met him some more times before that ship had made its final journey.
In spite of his promises, poor Anton hasn't been heard from in a while. The artist, the conservationist, the composer and musician, wrote a song in his name. Roderich had a hope that somewhere, somehow, Antonio would hear it. Their time together was as short and sweet as the song's cry for forgiveness. A curse to lady luck and a promise to see him again, even though extreme means.
Roderich wanted to be wrong. But even in spite of their bond, the tragic ending of this symphony was already written in the stars.
Austria putting Liech's hair in tiny braids
Frog
(Because I couldn't figure out what else to do, I just put them in a silly situation. Also, sorry it's late!) @spaus-week
A staredown in the middle of the garden. The morning dew still wet on the tips of grass outside. Small beady eyes like water droplets on an alien body, both gazing up at the terrified giant before it. There was many a reason this small frog should be afraid of this man. So many reasons that this situation shouldn't be so ridiculous.
And yet, here they are, acting as if Roderich was small and this frog was the largest threat known to man. His eyes were wide with a cautionary glare, occasionally twitching to observe his surroundings. Why was he so afraid of these little things? He didn't know. He didn't really care either! He wanted it gone before it could jump up onto his frame and topple him with the sheer force of disgust.
Antonio walked outside, witnessing Roderich frozen in fear over the outdoors in general. "Uh, Rodrigo?" He asked into the air.
"There's a gross thing in the grass and it won't move." Roderich muttered, slow and steady. "You know I hate being outside with all of these things! I don't think I can do this, it's too much."
"Will you ever stop fearing the outdoors?" Antonio stepped forward, scaring the frog away in the process. He put an arm around Roderich, proud of the man for not running away like the last time he was surprised by a small and slimy animal. "I mean, really? You've survived a lot."
"Well that doesn't mean I enjoy it." Roderich scoffed. He grasped at the shirt he wore, thinking it was far to casual to be outside in. Such simple things were meant to be worn as pajamas, if at all. Or maybe he was old fashioned that way.
Antonio was clearly more comfortable in the t-shirt and shorts, his grin as wide as ever as he leaned in to give Roderich a small kiss. "You're too cute. Maybe keep this up and I'll be entertained while I work outside?"
"Ugh! You're insufferable." He could have been worse, but instead, he moved to return the kiss on the cheek.
"There's my princess." Antonio smirked, toying with his lover's feelings.
"I'm going inside." Roderich rolled his eyes and turned around.
"No wait, I was kidding! Please come back." Antonio pleaded. He really did want his lover to come garden with him, but he knew this was a possibility. Still, it was a little sad!
"No thank you. I'll bring you a drink soon." Roderich couldn't help but smile, the last laugh falling into his demeanor despite the slightest ridicule he'd faced before.
Crown and Cover
(Figured I'd use a couple prompts for this one. Enjoy me challenging myself not to use dialogue (unspoken words) and also writing a neat little story.) @spaus-week
Antonio was the most famously brilliant knight in this land. He could see the weakness in any style of fighting and deal with them accordingly. He wielded so many weapons in his lifetime, choosing currently to hold his favorite axe. Antonio was as fearsome as the way his king maneuvered his way through the bureaucratic process.
What a beautiful process it was to witness, all because he got to witness his king.
Antonio was devout to the crown. His life's work had been all for the one who ruled this handsome land. His love had been poured out for the sake of this great ruler many times. So now, standing aside for the umpteenth time, there was not a lot to say. He had already said it all.
He watched his lovely king, his Rodrigo, bargaining with the nobles of a place he didn't bother to memorize. He watched carefully, examining each flourish that the royal hands made. He watched his king play viciously through his game of chess, making moves so genius that the other party didn't realize they were being systematically punished for every action. Antonio craved the ability to speak to his king, but the guard was not to speak in dealings such as these, nor was he to speak of it at all.
King Roderich had told him specifically to stay quiet. He wanted to test his beloved knight's devotion. So far, it proved true.
Antonio could have said something about the way those nobles felt so confident in their position. Roderich could have led them on himself, made them believe that he was truly planning something else. But, both had learned new ways of thinking from the other. The crown glinted in the light, and his cover stood over him in a show of dominance.
By the time the nobles realized they had been ensnared, the king was staring impatiently into their souls, as his knight eyed the jugular. With a simple glare, both motioned for the immediate resolution of this issue. The nobles would comply, gritting their teeth and signing their right to operate under no supervision away. Finally, when they left, the King and his favorite guard could relax.
Antonio fell into Roderich's waiting hand, the king having now turned to face his beloved soldier. The words went unspoken, the time went slowly, and the crown was slowly draped over by his cover's body. Roderich pushed up a little on the heavy armor, but it was no use. Antonio lifted himself anyways, listening to every word that was never said, just like he always would.
so still on that mermay train, right, i said i wanted to draw tonio next as a mer-creature, right, and i thought a leviathan design would do sO HERE WE ARE, RIGHT ?
scenario is def a uhhhhh Roddi's a nobleman and his boat was capsized and and and big leviathan king Tonio was like oh pretty human! -saves him- but like doesn't wanna scare him so he's 🧍but jokes on him bcs Roddi's a certified monsterfucker so
Roderich : I can take him
X : In a fight, right?
Roderich :
X : IN A FIGHT, RIGHT?
some close-ups! but like.
i drew Roderich so babygirl and for WHAT
public disclaimer x100 i HC Roderich / Austria with longer hair so i'm like THE only artist in our small spaaus corner who'd draw him like this, i believe, thank u very much !! 💜💛💖
I'M ALIIIIVEEEE and i finished the silly lil spaaus mermay art!!! having an idea to draw the reverse with human roddi x humongous sea serpent mercreature tonio ?
as an excuse for size difference + monsterfucker trope you see
and it IS mermay after all so .. .. .. . !!!!
POV: you're about to get mansplained the financial market
did that austria chart by @j-ellyfish though honestly a lot of this goes without saying i think he has hella variation in moods. like he's a little this, a little that, a little mean, and a little soft, and trying his hardest to appear dignified if nothing else. hence so much pointing to chaste nerd i suppose lmao.
You and the characters in your lockscreen wallpaper fight god.
Austria is so pretty and I love him so much. (Affectionately)
i just encountered you maybe 2 minutes ago and i would already sail a boat with you because this is so very based
switz fandom let me in
what do you mean it was recently revealed that Prussia and Austria (of Hetalia) are cousins????
Both of them should only be allowed in any kitchen to clean the dishes. (Even though their cultures have great dishes.)
@ hetalia-aushun-week with prompt "You know the stove is on fire, right?"
"I wish every day was like this."
He looked at her as she walked besides him with their arms linked together while they made their way up the mountain. Hungary was true beauty. She seemed happy, cheerfully talking about anything and everything she saw. Erzsébet had been asking him to take her out here and show her his lands.
When she had first asked for them to get some time away from his capital city, get away from both of their duties for a little while, he had told her he would rearrange his schedule which he was ashamed to admit he never intended to do. There were so many things that needed attention.
Later she asked him again if they could go somewhere together and he simple told her he wasn’t able to get away from his work. His empire and bosses demanding so much of his time. Roderich remembers not being able to read the emotion on her face as she quietly left his office. Maybe his beloved Ungarn hadn’t shown any emotion for him to read the papers on his desk.
Austria had seen little of her after that. It wasn’t necessarily that his wife seemed to avoid him, but she didn't take part in any social event if she could manage it and between their daily plans, it became very difficult to find time to see the one another.
Again Erzsébet saved him. This time not in combat, but in his troubles about how to get closer to her. His wife walked into his office and told him she wanted to get away from the palace and spend some time as a married couple. One difference was that she told him she wanted to explore the land, she didn’t ask him. The big difference was that while again he couldn’t read any emotion on her face, now he didn’t see any in her eyes and her eyes had always held so much feelings.
“Alright.” He had quickly agreed. And this time he had cleared his schedule, and hers, despite the humans complaining about all kinds of things. The Austrian nation simply let them talk while he was going to ignore them for some days.
If he did all the things they were telling him to do, he wouldn’t get away and he was sure he would lose his wife. Roderich would surely lose the love of Erzsebet.
Here they were, walking up the path of one of his mountains and she smiled at him. Truly smiled and he could see the utter joy in his wife’s eyes.
“I wish every day was like this.” He softly told her. He really wanted to see her happy, she was the most beautiful and simply herself when she was allowed to just be happy.
When Hungary looked at him with her eyes wide in surprise he felt sick.
She looked at him like he promised her there would be more days, many more, like this.
He actually just confessed to her this day was unlikely to have a repeat and she didn’t understand it just yet.
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For @aushunweek2022.