#spausweek2025

[furararanenene]

wip log: spaus week

long time no art and bcs i've been HARD at work...

2 more pieces to go which i'll be done with soon tee hee

cannot wait to share these and a certain piece is a special collaboration with a certain someone wink wonk !!

[sleeplessduckdragon]

Hetalia House of SpAus 18+ Discord is now up!

Do you love the pairing of Spain and Austria? So do we!

With the help of the amazing @fafayayarhen the new Discord is now all set up!

Please join us in talking about headcanons, canon, posting fanwork, recs, wips, and finding roleplaying partners!

(P. S. If you're interacting with this post, you probably know me on Ao3 as Andy_Braginsky)

Welcome to 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐀𝐮𝐬, a community server dedicated for to the ship of Spain x Austria from the series Hetalia. Here, be it sharing fanw

[vinsmoke-lover]

Love Letter

Written for @spaus-week

Day 5: Promises/"There are not enough stars in the sky to line the extension of my love, nor the longing for your image, when we're apart."

Words: 220

Summary: A love letter from Spain to Austria, written some time after the War of Spanish Succession.

Cariño,

My heart aches the longer we are apart. It seems my love for you has only grown since the war. There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t give to be back in your arms, to hold you, to hear your sweet voice whisper “Ich liebe dich.” My body yearns for your touch like a flower yearns for the sunlight. 

Being with France isn’t quite the fairytale he wants it to be. The “Country of Love” will never love me the way you did, and I will never love another as I loved, and still love, you. There are not enough stars in the sky to line the extension of my love, nor the longing for your image, when we’re apart. I swear to you, mi amor, that I will find my way back into your arms. One day, perhaps in a world where we no longer have to hide our love, where our marriage isn’t a political arrangement, I will be with you again. 

I need you, Cariño, like I need the air I breathe. If it would make you mine again, I would reopen this old wound and serve my heart to you on a silver platter. We will be together again, I promise you this, no matter how many centuries it takes. Te amo.

Antonio Fernández Carriedo

Note: The line about Spain reopening an old wound is a reference to a headcanon of mine that he was the one whose heart the French pirate François l'Olonnais cut out and ate.

[sleeplessduckdragon]

My Heart is No Longer in My Chest

Written for Spaus Week 2025, Day 1: Gangsta AU/“This world is harsh, and no throbbing heart will ever change that. Farewell, my dear.”

Excerpt: Sweat beading on his temples, Roderich really wishes he could remember how he got into this position.

“Alright everyone,” the unfairly attractive instructor calls from the front of the room, his bright green headband soaking up any sweat that might drip into his eyes, “now we move into a ‘Downward Dog’. Go as deep or shallow as you want with these stretches, just remember, this is whatever’s most comfortable for you.”

Roderich has to bite back a choked sound at what is likely an unintended innuendo by the yoga teacher, feeling his arms shake as he moves from an Upward Facing Dog to the position Antonio just asked for.