#hws saxony

[eyk-hetaart]

who is he, really?

If I had the reins of Hetalia, I’d lean into the dead relative angle a lot, and also Prussia would explicitly be one of them, just the most active ghost.

[the drawing is about two years old, i don’t like it, but you can have it anyway]

bonus:

#hetalia #aph #hws #aph germany #hws germany #aph prussia #hws prussia #hws germania #hws hre #hws Bavaria #hws Saxony

[goldammerchen]

hetalia btt/bft trio + bavaria + saxony

Nonlinear – Summary of the War of Austrian Succession

also:

Main Storyline – Chibitalia

Comic Diary – Comic Diary Summary Part 7 (some comics about the Anschluss! Swastika drawing)

Nonlinear – Liechtenstein’s Doting Older Brother Journal

Collezione (link)

tumblr post about the tweet

Bonuses

Hesse:

From Bamboo Thicket (I don't completely agree, due to hearing about strong regional identification in GER, not so few still must be around in Heta logic)

Cleaning Mr. Prussia – Germany Intro

Germany - Stop There

German nations' military uniforms - Bamboo Thicket

Even more

Who are these here?

long text by Hima that doesn't really name drop any other state but talks about the unification

edit: they are back chapter 516! finally canon sax and bavaria!

(hesse isn't there tho...)

#lets-fuck-over-rod club #lutz' bros #hws saxony #hws bavaria #hetalia manga #sr. tnddr #edit: whyyyyy the links modify the personalized url

[apersonwholikeslotus]

Since Austria and Swtizerland can't get along Liechtenstein is being forced to turn to other sources of Invitees for tea parties and such, leads to Switzerland getting home and all 13 of the German states and Prussia sitting in his dining room.

he fucking turns around and leaves again. call him when they're all gone.

#hws liechtenstein #hws austria #hws switzerland #hws prussia #ahhh ok lets see how many i can remember #hws saxony #hws lower saxony #hws saxony anhalt #hws bavaria #hws berlin #hws saarland #hws brandenburg #hws hamburg #yeah that's all i got #i cant spell whatvere it is holstein and don't feel like googling it sorry

[hwspoland]

feliks 'was in a personal union with saxony' lukasiewicz: hey saxony isnt that bad, i really like him :))

gilbert 'has a life long rivarly with sax' beilschmidt and erzsebet 'saxony was the first one to actually defeat them in battle' hedervary: *collective groans*

#hws poland #hws prussia #hws hungary #hws saxony #thats so funny to me istg #* #saxony isnt a real word anymore

[pastacat48]

Saxony, tearing up: You wanna know one of the worst pains you can experience?

Bavaria: No Independence.

Saxony: Getting hurt by someone you've told and explained your pain to...

Bavaria: ...That sucks too.

#hetalia #hws hetalia #hetalia world stars #hws #hws bavaria #hws saxony

[sailorgreywolf-german]

Correspondence

This is for the first day of @hwsrarepairweek2022

The theme is Writer/Artist.

Plot: Saxony reunites with a former lover after the first World War and returns some old art.

Characters: Saxony (OC) and Poland

Ship: Saxony/Poland

Word Count: 1.3K

The gallery was bright with the curtains all open, and it was exceptional for seeing the color in all the paintings. Saxony knew he was overly proud of his collection, but he had created many of the pieces himself and been exacting in collecting others. They were by the great masters and he knew how to judge a piece of work. 

Perhaps it was self-indulgent to maintain his own expensive collection when there was such significant economic stress in the country. But he had lived through so many changes of time, and he knew that it would pass eventually. Art was eternal, and it would continue whether the economy was blooming or floundering. 

Saxony was standing in the gallery looking at a particularly striking seascape. It was not the most technically perfect, but that did not matter. It was off the coast of Gdansk, and the connection to his dear husband was enough to make it one of the more precious pieces in his collection. 

He heard the sound of footsteps on the marble. Footsteps he was very much expecting. He turned to see Poland walking across the gallery. He looked well, very well. For a man who had been at the center of a war, he looked remarkably good. He was handsome and fit as ever, as though the war had barely left a mark on him.

 Poland only stopped when he was right next to him. He looked at the painting and said, “I know this view.” 

Saxony heard the warmth in his voice, like the view gave him nostalgia. Poland said, with the smirk turning the corner of his mouth, “And I think I also know the artist.” 

He gave Saxony a knowing glance that made it very clear what he meant. Saxony smiled back as he said, “I am sure that you do.” 

There was something about seeing Poland in the warm sunlight that always made his heart race. It was like looking at an angel, as snide and self-centered and flawed as that angel could be. If he had a camera, he would capture the sight so that he could always look at it. But he also found photography to be more vulgar than a painting, so it was better without. 

He saw the way that Poland rolled his eyes before he said, “It is not that at all. Your work is all beautiful. I know because you have a signature; I can see how much love goes into your work.” 

Apparently oblivious to Saxony staring, Poland said, “I think I am standing right next to him.” Saxony was certainly flattered that his old lover could recognize his art so easily.

He felt a modest warmth in his cheeks as he answered, “I’m sure you can tell because it is not as masterful as the others.” 

Saxony found himself shocked that the man was putting it so clearly. He had accepted long ago that not being aware of other’s feelings was one of Poland’s faults. He had no desire to question the newfound awareness. 

Instead, he said, “Do you want to see the paintings you came here for?” 

He meant the room that was exclusively for the pieces he painted when they were married. He had saved as many of them before the partition as he could and had been safeguarding them for more than a century from any hungry Great Power that may want to steal them. 

He had never been entirely sure if it was because of a selfish desire to maintain his own art or a certainty that Poland would be independent again. He would love to say that it was all in the spirit of love, but he was aware of how attached he was to the canvases that he labored on. 

Poland gave him a small flirtatious smile and said, “I came to see you.” 

It was shockingly sincere and Saxony was not sure what to say back. Though Poland could be easily affectionate, he was not usually so vocal about it. Saxony couldn’t shake the uncomfortable feeling that Poland must want something from him and was slowly easing him into it. 

Poland continued, “I didn’t send you letters during the war just because I wanted some paintings back.” 

It was true that he had sent letter after letter. The first one had arrived, much to Saxony’s surprise, a week after Russia had entered the war. He glanced at Poland and tried to read his expression. His eyes had the usual shine of cunning, but there was some sincere affection as well. The letters had been the same; they were long accounts of Poland’s ambitions to regain his independence and to have all of his lands back. Those ambitions lay bare had been an act of enormous trust and intimacy. 

Saxony had seen the deeply determined man that he had fallen in love with years ago in those words. He said, “I was surprised that you were able to send them at all. Tsarist agents don’t take kindly to sending letters to Germany.”

Poland scoffed with all his usual aristocratic charm. He answered, “Tsarist agents? Fools. You underestimate me, my dear, if you think that I cannot get a letter past them.” 

He looked every inch the fox that Saxony knew him to be. He smiled at the thought that none of Russia’s dominion had erased what made Poland so charming.

Poland continued to speak, “My compatriots did tell me not to send letters to an agent of the Kaiser. But they don’t know you like I do. I know you didn’t willingly join Gilbert’s empire.”

With that he touched Saxony’s face softly and said, “You would never.”

Saxony answered, “It was at the tip of a Prussian bayonet. When Dresden fell, I had no choice. Gilbert-“

Poland put a finger to his lips and said, “I know, darling. You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I understand compromising to survive.”

Saxony wanted to kiss him so badly, but he decided it was better to stay on topic. If he kissed him, he knew he would not stop, and the paintings would be utterly forgotten. He could see the way that Poland was staring at his lips as he said, “You do still want your paintings, don’t you?” 

The other man was still staring fixedly at his lips as he answered, “I want back everything that was once mine.” 

Saxony caved and allowed himself to lean down enough to equalize their height difference. Poland did the rest. The touch of his lips was hungry, like he had been starving. Saxony had not imagined how badly he had been missing the feeling. He felt himself whine slightly as Poland ran a hand over his face.

If not for the art, he would have gladly let himself continue. He pulled away and said, “Let me show you what I’ve kept.” 

Poland bit his lower lip and nodded. Saxony knew Poland had not wanted to stop, but there was at least one matter he wanted to get sorted. 

He led Poland to another room of the gallery. It was full of portraits of Poland and a couple that included Lithuania. Saxony knew how he looked, but he had been caught by a muse and the utter fascination had not let him go. He had even finalized many of his sketches after the partition. It had felt like a labor of love to reproduce the man’s face even while they were separated.

Poland looked at him for a moment and then said, “I want you to paint me again.” Saxony had guessed that Poland wanted something from him, and he was glad that it was just a portrait. He would gladly take the chance to paint the man who was always in his mind.

Poland looked around and whistled, “These have multiplied since I last saw them.”

Saxony answered, “I missed you, so I painted you.” 

He asked, “A portrait to celebrate your independence? Perhaps in uniform?” He could already see it in his mind’s eyes, the handsome victorious soldier with a general’s star. 

Poland looked so glad to hear it. He said, “I knew you’d understand. That sounds absolutely perfect.” 

He put his hand on Saxony’s face again like a reward for understanding him so well. Saxony chuckled and said, “You will have to remember that the first rule of sitting for a portrait is that you can’t touch the painter.”

Poland gave him a smoldering glance and said, “Touch me now and paint me later.”

#hwsrarepairweek22 #hws poland #hws saxony #saxpol

[immuchobligedtoyou]

Germany's brothers refer to him as "Küken," which means "chick," as in "baby chicken," how adorable is that? 😭 It's even more so if you keep in mind Prussia's fondness for little birds and his pet Gilbird.

#hetalia #hws gangsta #aph germany #aph prussia #aph hesse #aph saxony #aph bavaria #german bros #it also means 'youngest child' or 'baby of the family' lol

[j-ellyfish]

Feli's milkshake truly brings all the German boys to his yard.

#even the preunitary States apparently 👀👀👀 #hetalia #aph italy #hws italy #gangstalia #hetalia gangsta #ary spoke #aph saxony #aph bavaria #aph prussia #aph germany

[oldfritz]

here's my latest story: the bigger they are. the german empire is about to be declared and gilbert has never felt so good. huh, wonder how that goes for him?

#hws prussia #aph prussia #ponine keepin it real #also featuring my saxony and brandenburg ocs. was gonna put bavaria in here too but max was too much of a scene stealer #goddamn those incomprehensible bastards (affectionate) #my writing

[snowywolff]

Title: A Nation’s Guide to Improper Ball Etiquette

Pairing: Prussia/South Italy

Characters: Austria, Hungary, Portugal, Monaco, Saxony, Sardinia, Wales, Bulgaria, Czechia, Poland, Ukraine, North Italy, South Italy, Lithuania, Prussia

Words: 6,771

Summary: At the end of the year 1830, Austria hosts a ball for the Nations of Europe, as he does every year. Similarly, every single year, he wonders why he still bothers at all, as placing all of these incident-prone beings into a singular space, within reach of any sort of alcohol, is more or less asking for something to break. Regardless, it is an excuse for most Nations like Austria to gripe and complain, for others, like Wales, to gossip and gather blackmail material to use at a later date, and for a few, like Naples, to enjoy a lot of free food, a little bit of Schadenfreude, and maybe someone else for the night.

Notes: For the @hws-anthology

Link: AO3

#hetalia #prumano #hws prussia #hws romano #yuki's stories #it feels weird posting on tumblr again #anyway go read my experiment with way too many characters #it was nice to write some characters i otherwise dont often get to

[sere-ness-ima]

HWS Poland during the partitions: the full timeline (1795-1918) [1]

...but it will take a long time to write, so I will divide the infodump into parts. Haha, divide into parts, get it?? Because Polan–

<concering muffled noises>

...this part contains the following topics:

[1.1] Why offing Poland during the partitions is a terrible move [an essay-flavoured rant]

[1.2] What I'm going for in shaping my hetalia universe [a short boring disclaimer]

[1.3] TL;DR Feliks' timeline 1795-1918 [because I'm not a clickbait type]

The actual essays [nessays?] detailing the events and providing contexts and sources will come later, and hell am I excited for it.

[1.1] An introduction

I’ve been sitting on it for almost 10 years at this point, which is a lot of time to sacrifice to a fictional character’s fictional biography. And I’m speaking about 123 years of Poland’s geographical non-existence, which even my fellow Polish fanfiction writers often skip by unaliving him and only letting him resurrect in 1918 after regaining independence, with cool phoenix metaphors and a jazzy remix of *Poland is not lost yet*.

It's not that I hate this concept utterly, because I have even attempted to write a fic just like that once. I couldn’t resist the picture of Poland, the snobby, aristocratic, moustached, hot-headed peasant-owner from the end of the 18th century, suddenly waking up in the middle of barely-post-WW1 turmoil, with the world having changed SO MUCH since the times he last remembers that he’s like a caveman released from a block of ice in the middle of modern-day New York. Oh, yeah, and his job is to rebuild a country which he lost- wait, he losT FOR HOW LONG???

Yeah, I like the idea. It would be a fascinating comedy plot. But let’s be realistic. The clue of all my rambling is, Poland just before the partitions and just after the partitions are two completely different people, but there’s a road between them, a story of Feliks changing drastically over the 123 years, a story which is absolutely delightful, emotional, hilarious, and honestly the director of The World should get an award for it, because oh boy does Feliks’ character arc HIT HARD. (And I’m not the director here. I’m the film editor, at best. Just choosing the best scenes to bring to light based on a personal whim.)

[1.2] A disclaimer

My hetalia universe works on my own custom-made rules. I only touch canon when convenient, otherwise ignoring it completely. My rule of thumb is to make the concept of personifications as realistic as possible and to bring the “Ness Cinematic Universe” as close to a normal history textbook as possible [some people are just built different, like and subscribe if your goal is to write a history textbook of a fic too!]. I strive for historical accuracy here – but the Rule of Cool takes priority when needed, because I also strive for whatever my heart desires. All my stuff are of the “public hetalia” variety unless stated otherwise. It means the personifications and their identity are usually public knowledge and their existence is a natural phenomenon in-universe.

[1.3] HWS Poland's 19th century timeline: TL;DR

(i'm about to elaborate on each point from this list in my future posts.)

1795 – the third partition. According to their earlier agreement, Russia takes Lithuania east and Prussia takes Poland west.

1796 – Poland moves through Saxony to France… 1797 – ...and from France to Italy, where the famous Polish legions in Italy are starting to form.

1797-1814 – Poland’s Great Napoleonic Adventure :) [to be elaborated on]

1815 – the previous agreements between the partitioning sides get nullified at the congress of Vienna. Feliks has no other way but to agree on a personal union with Russia under certain conditions.

1815-1830 – he then lives a mildly peaceful life in Warsaw, but the conditions aren’t met and the tsar’s brother is unbearable.

1830-31 – Feliks revolts in Warsaw.

1831-37 – prison time (Schliesselburg fortress, Russia)

1838-1848 – Poland’s Great Emigration :) (his mental health rapidly decreasing, he moves to live in France and travels here and there around western Europe. You can insert your ship content here, though.)

1848 – Feliks revolts in Germany.

1848-1849 – Feliks revolts in Hungary.

1849-185X – prison time (Spielberg castle, Austria [nowadays Czech])

185X – 1861 – passed from Austria to Russia, he once again accepts an offer to sit calmly in Warsaw and try not to break anything. [the plot of BSA the fic happens here – for those who know :) you can also use this time for your ship content.]

1861-1863 – mildly chaos with occassional patches of prison time (Warsaw Citadel)

1863-64 – Feliks revolts in Warsaw.

1864-1866 – Poland’s Not So Great Exile To Siberia :)

1866 – Feliks revolts in Siberia.

1867-1890 – a free time slot. Show your OTP some love here. Personally I want to see him in Austria-Hungary, Prussia works too. So does going west and crying into France’s sleeve. So does prison time in Irkutsk, Siberia. Let him have a trip to China. Or Australia. Do your worst.

1891-190X – I’d love to see him in Russia around here, though, in Petersburg. At least when he’s not running wild and committing crimes.

190X-1914 – I’m currently reworking this section. The old version had him start WW1 in Prussia, in the Prussian army, then switch to the Russian side. The new one will probably have him do the exact opposite, so he’d be starting in Russian.

1914-16 – not like it matters, because he manages to fight for all the three occupants’ armies (until they notice he's jumping sides and...

1916-1918 – ...have him sit on his ass till the end of the war).

1918 – he finds his people eventually, or they find him. And the real fight starts now. :)

...see you in the next nessay, which will probably be all about the three acts of partitions and making an attempt to paint a picture of Feliks the moment his country collapses? We'll answer cool questions like:

"should the partitions be blamed on Feliks or is he helpless about his people's stupid decisions",

"was the canon partitions scene with Poland laying in the snow actually the battle of Maciejowice (1794)",

"is Austria the kind one, because you know, Hungary likes Poland"

"yeah but how can we make it pruspol" And more! Maybe I'll even add a picture to the wall of text. As a treat.

#hws poland #hetalia #historical hetalia #hws poland headcanon #ness cinematic universe #nessay #hetalia headcanons #hetalia essays #i'm finally doing it i'm finally doing it i'm finally doing it

[eyk-hetaart]

lord forgive me, I thought of another dialect joke

#hetalia #aph #hws #aph austria #hws austria #aph prussia #hws prussia #aph Bavaria #Bavaria and Saxony have canon designs! #John mulaney voice: what that’s the same joke twice #comic

[goldammerchen]

HWS Bavaria and HWS Saxony?

Twitter Source + Tumblr Post that links this tweet + Compilation about Lutz' Siblings

#516

#hws bavaria #hws saxony #lutz' bros #hws germany #hws gangster au #hws 516 #sr. tnddr #hws

[apersonwholikeslotus]

back to headcanon Ill never use:

somewhere in this hc that I daydream about a lot but will never actually do anything with William's dad is Wolter, a personification of the Saxons tribe. He and Will were very close for a long time, Will's mother had left when he was young--she was the personification of the Jutes--So it was just Wolter and William. They would go back and forth between Britain and the Mainland, they were both just Saxons. Because for a long time no one cared enough to draw a distinction between the two.

Their relationship got... tough, after the Anglo-Saxons converted to christianity, and William was now often at odds with his father as the Saxons hadn't converted yet. Especially considering how many of the missionaries to the old Saxons were Anglo-Saxon.

The Saxons wars started and Wolter went back to the mainland, William didn't go with. It was the first time he didn't go back with his father; he was fourteen said he was old enough to stay back, said he didn't want to go, he was angry with his father. The Franks were right for what they were doing.

Five years is what Wolter told William, stay out of trouble. I'll be back within five years, if I'm going to be longer I'll send word. If something happens if you need me come find me, I should be- Will waved him off. yeah, yeah, I know, I'll be fine

Now I have two 'endings' to this hc.

Wolter dies. He's killed during the Saxon wars and was replaced by another personification. William wouldn't find this out until years later, five years after he had sent word, ill be gone at least another five ten years later he got I'm sorry I've been gone so long, I promise I'm trying to end this 27 years into the Saxon wars in 799, he got the last message he would ever get from his father I'm sorry, I didn't mean to you leave you for this long. 804 Will hears about the last of the Saxon rebellions being put down. 810 he gets the official news; your father is dead.

OR

Wolter just never gets back. He thinks of his son back in Britain all the time but things change, and by the time England is united he still hasn't returned and something tells him by this point Will doesn't need him anymore. So he doesn't go back. Centuries pass, William never finds out what happens to his father. In 1609 he brings Alfred back to Britain for the first time, Wolter catches wind. An english Colony in the New World, its personified, William is bringing the child back to Europe soon. And for the first time in 800 years, he decides to go back to Britain. I'm skipping details, he gets over there he finds Will, william, rationally is like where have you been? why didn't you come back? i don't need you, i don't want you anymore etc...Skipping more details, he lets him see Alfred but thats about it. Wolter leaves, and they don't make up. Not immediately. It'll be years, the Christmas truce is what'll break them both and make them actively try. Is this version Wolter is Lower Saxony in modern day, and shows up randomly in England to embarrass his son in front of all of parliament, and likes to brag to the rest of the German states about how great his grandkids are :)

#i actually have a few thousand words of a fic that takes place in this universe #i just won't post it :p #aph saxons #hws saxons #aph lower saxony #hws lower saxony #aph england #hws england #hetalia #hetalia hc #tw: religion #tw: death mention

[hwspoland]

ok so i have a theory that germania as germania might have never been a thing?? and it was just saxony because saxony is Old As Shit and also!! they look literally the same. either that or the same reincarnation nation thingy that happened with hre and germany

#hws saxony #hws germania #*

[pastacat48]

the German states should've prepared something for Japan's visit.

(I wanted to collect all my designs for the states in one picture, so here it is!) (Yes I forgot Thuringia because I just couldn't make up a design for them, sorrie 😔)

their names and how they write tehm

#hetalia #hws hetalia #hetalia world stars #hws #hws germany #hws japan #i used a base for this but I couldn't find the original artist #german states hetalia #aph bavaria #aph saxony #aph berlin #hws prussia #aph prussia #axis powers hetalia