#polaus

[spaceman-spaetzle]

they’re so t4t to me

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Polar: Hey, babe?

Eclipse: Yes?

Polar: I love you.

Eclipse, two seconds away from turning into a puddle: I want to marry you.

[cyb3rn1t3]

It's been a while since I've drawn hetalia fanart. I ship Polaus btw.

Also trying to work on that ugly ass cartoony art style of mine

[cheriiyaya]

@yusrasyang the polau to my kabuli <333

Edit: the biryani bestie to my polau pookie

[doomspiral]

want to hear ur take on this.. which pair do u think gives off the most 'mlm wlw hostility' vibes?

Is it funny if i say polhun where you understand feliks is a lesbian and erzi is a dude

And my partner comes in to say polaus so i leave u with that

[sagirahmed11]

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Porata ,

Red Tea ,

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Paurute ,

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Polau Rice ,

Gosto / Meat / Beaf ,

Sosa

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[spaceman-spaetzle]

💚💙💖

HELLO friend. welcome to my ted talk

💚 what’s a ship you secretly like?

i don’t really know if it’s a secret at this point but i think auspol/polaus is very 90s sitcom coded with an added mix of This Is Kind of Awkward given the lore in nationverse at least. they can snark at each other or snark against someone together and i support them. catty fellas.

💙 ship you used to have as an otp

I used to love noreng and write it a lot! they still have a soft spot for me but i don’t write norway often these days and i am too chicken to write arsehurt

💖 ship that needs more love

platonic lietbela. tolys is tired and tasha probably comes uninvited to babysit his dogs or smth as she tells him to kill himself (affectionate) in the comfort of his own living room. they’re t4t friends to me and no one understands how they get along or if they even do

this was fun!! thank you 💚💚💚

[julietteverduzier]

Une machine théâtrale capable d’exprimer les conflits de Loire

Cette “machine théâtrale” est un jeu de rôle pensé comme un outil d’aide à la décision pour les collectivités territoriales des bords de Loire. 

Elle est née du travail collectif de toute une promotion lors d’un séminaire au sein de l’Ecole de la Nature et du Paysage questionnant la place du paysagiste par rapport aux politiques publiques et leurs institutions. 

Elle elle s’inscrit dans le sillage d’une fiction institutionnelle (portée par le POLAU), celle de l’existence d’un Parlement de Loire, au sein duquel le fleuve et tous les non-humains qu’elle abrite auraient la parole et pourraient se défendre juridiquement face aux agressions qu’ils subissent en silence.

Décaler le regard par le jeu, sortir des bureaux pour se mettre en présence et à l’écoute de tout un écosystème, faire l’effort de se mettre humblement dans la peau d’une autre personne voire d’une autre espèce, poser des gestes symboliques... voilà la proposition du “Parle Loire”.

[sailorgreywolf-german]

A little oneshot at the Congress of Vienna, featuring both PolAus and SpaAus Roderich is a little bit of an indecisive tart

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Austria felt someone coming up behind him and turned his head. He recognized Poland immediately. He slowed his step to let the man catch up to him.

He had suspected that Poland wanted to speak to him all through the preceding mass. The man had sat next to him and had caught his eye repeatedly during the quiet moments. He was far too pious to speak to him during mass, but Austria had understood their meaning.

Poland caught up with him and easily slipped his arm into the crook of Austria’s arm. He spoke casually, but Austria could hear an edge of urgency in his voice, “Dearest Roderich, do you have a moment to speak with me?”

Austria noted that he was speaking German, which was odd. He had stopped speaking it entirely since the partitions to anger Prussia by forcing him to speak Polish. He must be preparing to ask for quite the favor.

Austria was not so naïve as to imagine that it was only friendly interest. He was aware that Poland had been allied with Napoleon and France in the hope of being returned to the map. That meant that he was on the wrong side of the negotiating table. He would need a friend if he hoped to survive the Congress. Self-interest was surely his reason for seeking a meeting.

Yet, Austria enjoyed the touch on his arm. It reminded him of the warm nights that they had spent together in a newly liberated Vienna. He replied, “Of course. You didn’t have to wait until mass to ask.”

He felt Poland’s hold on him tighten ever so slightly as he answered, “I need to know that Gilbert isn’t listening. I know he is not here, since I am sure that God’s light burns him like the demon he is.”

He sounded like the words were rumbling out of his throat. It was clear that he was raging inside, even if he was as outwardly charming as he ever was. Austria decided to indulge him, “Don’t keep me in suspense, Feliks. What is on your mind?”

He felt like he knew, since Prussia had made no secret of his desire for revenge against anyone who had sided with Napoleon. His ego had reacted poorly to the humiliation of Jena and he'd been brutal in response. Poland confirmed his suspicions when he said, “I know that Gilbert is plotting to have me executed. And I know that Ivan will give him that for being such a good attack dog. He does like to follow someone else; he always has.”

He stopped walking, and their interlinked arms forced Austria to stop as well. They were still standing on the steps of the Cathedral, as everyone else filtered out around him. The church bells were still ringing behind them.

Poland turned and stepped up on a higher stair so that he could meet Austria’s eyes at the same level. He said, clearly softening his tone, “I want you to be my voice. If you defend me, they will have to listen. You can restrain Gilbert; I know you can.”

Austria had already intended to not allow Prussia and Russia to have their designs on redrawing the map. But, he wanted to hear what Poland ask explicitly for his support.

The soft sunlight was playing across Poland’s face, reminding him how handsome the man was. Austria kept himself as even keeled as possible as he said, “Many people want many things from these negotiations.”

He saw a slight shift in Poland’s expression, like a brilliant idea had crossed his mind. He reached out and touched Austria’s cheek softly as he said, “Do you remember that I once saved you when Sadik had you surrounded?”

Austria felt a blush rising in his cheeks, ruining his detached façade. He didn’t need to be reminded of that day or the nights that had followed it, the way he had let his savior charm him into bed.

He nodded and Poland immediately made it worse by stroking his cheek and saying, “You must remember that night. Roderich, dear, all I am asking is that you speak against Gilbert.”

Austria cleared his throat to avoid thinking about how hot his cheeks were and said, “Feliks, you don’t need to-“

He was going to say that Poland need not do this entire act because he had every intention of defending him. But Poland continued, “You would have my gratitude, and I assure you that is worth a lot.”

His implication made Austria's face feel hot. He was about to bring a response to his lips when he felt a presence next to him. An arm snaked around his waist possessively.

Spain growled at Poland as he emerged from the crowd, “What do you think you are doing?”

Austria felt how tight his hold was on his waist, and he did not appreciate it. It felt deeply possessive in a way that Spain was not entitled to. Poland scoffed, “I’m having a conversation. Isn’t that what we are all here to do?”

Austria could feel the waves of resentment pouring off of Spain, and he found them supremely puzzling. It felt like his old jealousy. How strange it was to feel it again so long after their annulment.

Spain growled, “I think you’re here to get what you can despite supporting that man.”

He didn’t say Napoleon’s name, and Austria suspected that he could not bring it to his lips. That much he understood; the war had caused Spain agony, and his wounds were still healing. He had seen the angry red marks the night before and kissed them comfortingly. But Spain’s anger seemed more personal than political.

Poland rolled his eyes like the entire conversation was deeply tedious. He was convincingly unaffected for a man who was clearly harboring fears about Prussian vengeance. It was a trait that Austria had always found deeply fascinating, the way he played the composed aristocrat even when his existence was at stake.

He’d been much the same at the partitions, snide and glamorous even while Prussia licked his lips like a predator. Austria had remembered thinking at the time, We are much the same. The moment we fail as actors, they will devour us.

Poland took Austria’s hand and said, “We’ll speak again later,” before pressing the fingers to his lips softly. Spain’s displeasure was palpable, and Austria could not decide if he should be flattered by Poland’s affection or by Spain’s jealousy or possibly by both. He had never thought that he would be standing between them, not since he had lost Spain to the annulment and Poland to the partitions.

Poland flashed him one more charming smile before adding, “when we can be alone.”

Spain growled in the back of his throat as he watched Poland vanish into the crowd. Only once he was gone did Austria round on Spain, “Antonio, what do you think you are doing?” The other man responded immediately, “I am protecting you. He just wanted to manipulate you into supporting his claims because he knows you have an important seat at the table.”

The words didn’t feel like lies, but they did feel like they were the wrong explanation. Venting some of his frustration, Austria said, “Is that really all it is?”

He glanced at Spain and saw the man’s tan forehead furrow. He sounded genuinely confused as he said, “What do you mean?”

Austria turned so that he was facing Spain face-to-face and said, “I know that I was sober last night. But it seems to have somehow slipped my notice that we got a dispensation for our annulment and got married again.”

Spain’s cheeks went red as he seemed to understand and he started to struggle for words. Austria continued, lest he be interrupted before he could make his point, “Because it seems like inviting you into my bed again for a single night has convinced you that you can act exactly as you did when we were married. Furthermore, who are you to criticize anyone for being selfish? Aren’t you here to get help with your col-“

“Rodrigo, please.” The surprisingly earnest tone combined with a soft touch on his cheek stopped Austria in his tracks. He noticed that Spain had discretely taken one step up on the stairs so that their eyes could meet at the same height.

Those beautiful green eyes. Austria had thought that they had lost their power over him years ago. Damn him and his lovely eyes.

Spain took the end of the diatribe as a chance to make a point of his own, “I am sorry if I overreacted. Last night I remembered how much I have missed you.”

He put both of his hands to Austria’s face, “I forgot how well we fit together, and I don’t want to let you slip away again.”

Austria wanted to stay mad at him, but the feeling was already evaporating. He sighed and said, “You are acting like a fool.”

He knew it did not sound all that stern, and Spain knew him well enough to hear it. A little satisfied smirk crossed his lips as he said, “As long as being a fool keeps me in your bed, I do not mind.”

He leaned forward and kissed Austria on the forehead. Austria smiled in spite on himself; he had missed Spain’s attentions more than he thought.

He had one last point to make, “It might. But you will have to reconcile yourself with the idea that I am going to speak to Feliks.” A muscle twitched in Spain’s jaw, but he managed to swallow his response and only said, "Of course, as long as he stays out of your bed."

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[sagirahmed11]

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POL-AUS 3:1!

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