#aushunweek2021

[artistocrazy]

My last (belated) submission for @aushun-week, Day 7 - Free Prompt

How Hima probably intended AusHun to be interpreted

What Hima really gave us

[feliciohno]

aushun day 1 - "Sometimes, I still wonder how it ended up this way." |Dance| @aushun-week

i dont think they wanted to split up when they were told to and i think it caused a strange rupture in their relationship

[paperuniverse]

Aushun Week Day 7: Free Day

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I’m still working on my day 5 and 6 but I really wanted to share this background I made for my phone of them :)

[kiwisbocetos]

Day 3: Anniversary/Marriage || @aushun-week || I remember seeing a video of this pairing with I Could Get Used to This by The Veronicas that made me like them so I thought it fitting!

[fireandiceland]

Can't live with(out) you

Summary: My contribution to AusHun Week 2021: Day 1 (June 7): prompt quote “Sometimes, I still wonder how it ended up this way.” @aushun-week

Life could be so easy for Roderich and Erzsébet, if it wasn't for those damn thing called feelings.

Characters: Austria (Roderich Edelstein) & Hungary (Erzsébet Héderváry)

Content warning: this prompt was my excuse to write smut so please be aware of explicit sexual content, dom/sub undertones (?)

Word count: ~3.7k

“Hey, Roderich?“

“Hm?“

“Sometimes, I still wonder how it ended up this way.“

Roderich stopped unbuttoning his white dress shirt and looked up at Erzsébet. She closed the bedroom door behind her and slipped off her ballerinas before sitting down on the edge of the mattress. He gave her a curious look and frowned.

“Well, as far as I remember, initially it had been you who proposed this... arrangement.”

Erzsébet shrugged and leaned back, her upper body propped up by her elbows so she still got to watch him. Her layered sundress rode up to reveal her legs up to her knees.“Still.”

She started swinging her feet happily while Roderich stood in his place like her words had him paralysed. She let her gaze wander from his face down his chest, where the last two buttons of his dress shirt waited to be opened.

Erzsébet cocked her head. “Sometimes I can't believe you actually agreed..”

Read on AO3

[prussianfranzliszt]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Austria/Hungary (Hetalia) Characters: Austria (Hetalia), Hungary (Hetalia), Background France, Background Poland Additional Tags: Historical Hetalia, Alternate Universe - Human, 1920s, Jazz - Freeform, Opera, Red Vienna, Erich Wolfgang Korngold, Assorted 20th-Century Viennese Literati, Jewish Roderich, Interfaith Relationships, Hitler mention, Historical References, see notes, AushunWeek2021 Series: Part 1 of AusHun Week 2021 Summary:

Vienna, 1927.

"Alright, it's not funny, but when was the last time a woman made it in the newspaper for taking her husband's last name?" Though for a time Roderich insisted that she shouldn't have done it, the look on his face when he first saw "ERZSI EDELSTEIN" on the posters outside the Theater an der Wien told her that it meant more to him than he let on. Or: A conductor and an opera singer walk into a bar.

Written for AusHun Week 2021, Day 1: Dance.

Side note: This story takes place on a specific date. Let me know if you figure it out! (Hint: Look at the newspaper headlines.)

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[tea-with-cinnamontoast]

so uh im late for this but its okay </3

my school has been asking us to do some last few classes thing and i could only muster a short oneshot for @aushun-week

Anyway,

Title: The Memories of the Ballroom

Prompt: uh the freeday one (day 7)

Roderich was walking towards the dinner room, wanting to eat for the night, when he passed the ballroom. He looked at the door, the doorknob full of memories as he opened it. The faint smell of what it used to be, the scent of wine and chocolate pastries, he missed all of them. Parties were a bit of a stressful thing, but it didn't stop them from creating memories.

He wanted to get out, and yet he couldn't. Roderich wanted to go back to the past where he had been happy with his wife. He could hear the classical music of the ball, people and couples dancing together throughout the night. He turned the lights on and was hit with nostalgia.

---

The year was 1867.

Roderich and Elizabeta had just gotten married and yet, they had been in love for years. The ballroom was filled with cheers, the smell of wine and pastries covered the whole room, an orchestra playing tunes in the background. The couple stood by the corner, enjoying the silence as they watched the party.

"Oui! There they are, the star of the show!" a blond man approached them. "Come, Arthur, let us bid them congrats!" the man brought a bushy eyebrow-ed man who was grumbling as his french man pulled him over.

"Hello, Francis, Arthur." Elizabeta nodded to each other. Arthur straightened up and bowed.

"Elizabeta." He turned to Roderich. "Roderich. Congratulations on your marriage."

Francis whined. "Mon chéri, you do not have to be so formal." that earned a glare from the other. "But, yes yes, congrats to you two, hope this marriage lasts long." Roderich slightly winced on that.

"Please do not call me 'my dear'," the englishman grumbled as the two walked away.

It was one of the many congratulations they had gotten that night. Full of easiness in the air, without any care in the world. The couple locked eyes, with Elizabeta staring into beautiful lavender eyes, and Roderich deep inside his wife's emerald eyes. The blushed slightly when they realized they were staring. The song turned slow and it was the perfect melody to waltz to.

Roderich held Elizabeta's hand and softly pulled her into the middle of the ballroom. He bowed and kissed her hands.

"May I have this dance?"

"Why, it'll be my pleasure."

Roderich held her close as they danced, admiring each other lovingly as they twirled. The world went silent and nothing mattered to them except each other. Elizabeta's dress spun gracefully around her, the white and snowy flower bloomed around her. The two spent the night dancing. As Roderich held Elizabeta's hips and twirled her up, all she felt was happiness.

Nothing mattered. The world dissolved into blurs. It was only them and their marvelous significant other.

---

It had been hours after the dance and the party had finally dispersed. No more chattering nor congratulations, just the two of them in their enormous mansion.

"Eliza, dear, come. I have a gift for you, my love."

Elizabeta giggled as she walked towards the piano where Roderich was sitting. "What is the gift, dearest Roddy?" the musician blushed at the nickname. He started playing the piano.

It was the best song she had heard of all time. The melodies that he played were perfect and sewed delicately, with emotions wraping them to make an extraordinary sound of music. Elizabeta watched as her husband played with all his feelings, his heart pouring into the song as if it was his last performance. The concentration of the man somehow made it better, in her opinion.

When the song finished, he looked at her.

"Do you like it?" he rubbed the back of his head.

"Liked it? I loved it!" Elizabeta wrapped her arms around him as they kissed.

The sweet, romantic kiss they shared was deep and passionate, full of love. It was a kiss only lovers that had been in love for years can share. A meaningful kissed to show that this was all real.

The night went on quickly as they shared the bed together.

---

It had been a month since their marriage, and it had been ethereal. The cuddles, the kisses, the delicate touch of each other's hand had all simply become even more special. Although tonight, Elizabeta wanted to do something different.

As they were getting ready for bed, Elizabeta decided to sit by the balcony and gaze at the stars. Roderich noticed this and checked her outside, sitting beside her as they silently watch and observed the blessings of the night sky. They shone clearly tonight and it became even more of an astonishing sight.

"Aren't the stars beautiful tonight?" Elizabeta pondered.

"Yes, they are shining bright today. Simply wonderous."

"It really is an astonishing sight, isn't it? My, it's been years since I've seen the light of the night sky twinkle brightly like this."

"Mhm."

And with that they admired silently, watching as the stars smiled brightly on them. The night was beautiful and so is the love between these two.

---

"Papa, papa!" Roderich heard a child call.

He snapped back to reality, inside the old ballroom, and saw a small boy with golden braided hair tug on his shirt. Roderich pulled him up and carried him, giving him ticklish belly kisses.

"My dear Hans, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to go eat dinner so I waited for you. Papa didn't come so I searched for papa and found you here."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Hans. Papa was just... thinking."

"It's okay papa! Let's go and eat!'

Roderich let the little child drag him out. Sometimes he wanted to be with her again. But sometimes, he's grateful for the present, his (adopted) son, and the love he had felt for her. Even though it hadn't eroded over time.

[orbitinghetalia]

“No!” The woman shouted as she stormed out of the oversized ballroom, knowing her new husband would follow her. He never went after her when she stormed out during a fight before their marriage, but now he had no choice. His boss, their bosses, would demand it of him to keep the new union together.

“Don’t leave like that.” Roderich told her and she could tell he was angry with her just by the tone of his voice. “If you leave that way during an official event you will humiliate us both.”

She sighed, turning to face the man she married. “Do all our dances have to be perfect and by these rules? I want to dance the way we did before.” And she thought about the slow, sweet dances in the middle of the forest that were danced without music and neither of them knew the steps to. The way they used to dance when they still knew how to dance together.

“It can’t be that way again. It would bring shame to our union. We are the Dual Monarchy.”

Left alone again, the brunette wondered if Gilbert had been right about what her married life would be like.

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Late submission for the event on @aushun-week.

Day 1 prompts: dance II with a bit of “Sometimes, I still wonder how it ended up this way.”

[yudonomi-stuff]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Austria/Hungary (Hetalia) Characters: Austria (Hetalia), Hungary (Hetalia) Additional Tags: AushunWeek2021, Alternate History, 1930s, Historical References Series: Part 1 of AusHun Week 2021 Summary:

In which Austria and Hungary get engaged again.

Written for @aushun-week 2021, Day 2: “Think of it as a new beginning.”

[kiwisbocetos]

Day 1: Dance || @aushun-week || She must have fun waltzing to his piano music and he must love watching her enjoy it!

[artistocrazy]

The Fraiser AU makes an appearance again this @aushun-week, because I couldn’t get this idea out of my head ON TOP OF the dumb fluffy fic I wrote for today 🙃 (based on this scene)

So yes, I double-dipped today 🤷

Fun fact - Austria is a country where you have to pump your own gas if you have a car. There are no gas station attendants. And I am fine with the implication that Roderich is such a little prince he gets someone else to do it for him, or he’s such a disaster that he might risk setting the station on fire. Either way, it’s safer for Lud to pump his gas 🙃

[artistocrazy]

Day 1 of @aushun-week

We’re back, folks! It’s the annual time for me to lose my mind over this ship 😂

Enjoy some fluff where Rod admits to when he became a simp

[paperuniverse]

Aushun Week Day 4: “It’s cold, take my scarf.”

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Austria is a gentlemen, but this time he was the one to forget his scarf.

[artistocrazy]

@aushun-week 2021

Day 3: Marriage

To appease polite society, they are forced to share the most chaste kiss possible for their very public wedding in 1867

Fic’s on AO3 titled Chattel, playing off of the Foolish Pawns universe but this fic is definitely different from what I have planned.

[paperuniverse]

Aushun Week Day 1: Dance

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These two love dancing to slow songs together.

[artistocrazy]

“Which jar did you open this time?”

“The last jar of peach preserves from the summer”

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Day 2 - Strength

If you ask me, Roderich is the kind of man who will say physical strength has never really been anything important to him but will have a little ego trip if he opens a jar by himself