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I was talking with @duckandfunactivities and they inspired me to draw some good ol’ PolUkr cause it is a sweet and underrated ship and I love it so here have these two sweeties cuddling in a rye field instead of working cause that’s what sweeties do

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Poland: Oczywiście! (Of course!) There are a lot of places, where we can spend like holidays, but mountains in summer are the totally best! Ehm… not only in summer… Ukraine: In Ukraine the most popular are The Carpathian Mountains, but they are not only Ukrainian, but also Polish. Also in Poland are popular Tatry… I love so called “game” in mountains, when you see how mobile operator changes from Ukrainian into Polish on Ukrainian part or inside out… Poland: Last time I found like Romanian one.. 

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Poland: Just hug her… *just don’t know what to do with crying girls*

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Hmm... (for the meme!) How about Ukraine + D8 and Poland + A2? (I have no idea)

Feliks looks like he would love to be somewhere else.

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She is sooooo cute.

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Dawn of The Old Gods by Crumble90

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Pixiv ID: 49049263 Member: 瓷柒

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不死鳥 Pixiv ID: 48819101 Member: b玉

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Nadejdzie świt, opadną mgły, w kraju zdradziecko sprzedanym. Lecz gdzieś na wietrze wzleci w powietrze ptak, który orłem jest zwany.

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Dawn will come, fogs will drop in treacherously sold country. But somewhere on wind to air will fly up a bird called eagle.

Horytnica-kraj zdradzony

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落書きログ Pixiv ID: 46862151 Member: 椀

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Feliks <> Yekaterina (if that makes sense?)

(You know how I said platonic PolUkr is like my life right now? Here’s further proof. I probably screwed up the characters but I tried. It’s late and I wanted to write badass Feliks. Yep. It’s also all written on my iPod’s tiny keyboard so I apologize for the length, lack of things, and any typo. Please do tell what you think….?)

"Feliks, it’s all okay, really…" The Ukrainian woman reached out only to have her fingers brush softly over the man’s shoulder as he kept his pace. He was mere centimeters out of reach and she was already rushing to keep up, which was hard after a day of shopping and walking all ending in her back burning as it ached. Though the Polish man kept his green gaze forward, hands in fists as he angrily pushed through the crowd in search of a man who had moments before insulted his friend. Something he would not stand for.

He stopped for a moment, one hand on his hip as he caught man leaning back against the wall of a small little shop, a half burning cigarette burning between his lips. Feliks wrinkled his nose in disgust, deciding to press forward until he was standing directly in front of the other man, who only arched a brow at his presence. Thin, chapped lips parted around the cancerous stuck between his lips as he took a look up and down at the feminine male in front of him. Feliks noted how disgusting he looked, pale flesh, sunken eyes, greasy hair that was slicked under one of those so called fedoras, ripped jeans where they shouldn’t be ripped, an old cracking leather jacket and tennis shoes that seemed like they should have been tossed out long ago. He was a mess, but he was also bigger by looks of it. Neither scared the Pole, however.

"What do you want-"

"Don’t speak to me, you’ll be listening instead." The words came more like a hiss, dripping with such a venom it would surprise most any nation had they been present. Very few had heard him speak like that before, and all of them had broken away to go separate paths over twenty years ago. "I like, know what you said to Yekaterina, and I want you to know it’s totally not okay. You can’t talk to a lady like that, her eyes are up, and she’s not yours to touch." His lip curled in a sneer as he glared up to the taller man, if looks could kill the smoker would have been dead long before then. "And if she tells you no, that gives you absolutely no right to insult her for any reason, including her weight-"

Before he could finish, the man reached forward, letting the cigarette fall to the pavement as he moved, and his hand seized the blonde’s collar. He easily flipped them around and raised him against the brick wall, frowning. Gloved hands dug into the pale, flaking flesh that was held around his neck as Feliks attempted to claw himself free.

"How about you shut up. Or is this an invitation to take her place later?"

"Or….are you giving me a totally great reason…to kick your ass?" The words were choked between gasps of air, thumbs pressing down against his windpipe. The man just grinned, a quiet chuckle spilling from disgusting lips as he shook his head.

"That’s cute. You think you stand a chance-" he was cut off, hands dropping suddenly as a boot met his groin, allowing the blonde to drop, gasp for air, and right himself just as he saw movement from the people around them, the familiar flicker of blue and yellow, and the shining rhinestones in crested in a new headband he’d gotten just hours earlier for his friend. He knew she was watching and he simply grinned, folding his arms over his chest.

His gaze fell down to the man who was kneeling down now, crumpled over in pain, hands holding what little there was, Feliks mused. He took that moment to deliver a kick to the mans side, pushing him over and planting his foot down on the other’s back. He leaned to rest his elbow on his knee, just to keep his voice quiet.

"Let’s not like…make too much more of a fuss, right? Right. Don’t talk to women like that, especially her." He gave a rough shove down with his boot before straightening up, making his way quickly over to the Ukrainian waiting at the edge of the fray, her hands up covering her mouth and eyes wide, holding back tears. Feliks reached, took her hand, and dragged her off.

"Feliks-?"

"Don’t worry. Let’s go get some dinner instead, yeah? He won’t be bothering you anymore, I promise."

"No, Feliks….I…thank you." He words were quiet and he took the moment to glance back at her, seeing her smile to him greatfully. He returned the smile before looking on, pulling her over to a restaurant and heading for the door.

"Anything for a fab friend like you, Kat."

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Source

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I should polish my sketches more often

The feather on the hat represented that the wearer is single

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by 遙霞