Valse de l'Adieu

~franpol ship dynamics~

at first they be like

but then they be like

Ahh thank you ;v; It’s been a while since I drew a request and this is super messy tbh but I really liked the idea of a fralietpol ballet AU. I know this isn’t exactly what you asked for OTL.

APH Poland: The decline of the aristocracy?

A scene based on a Polish movie/ book “Nights and days”

Also my first time with digital painting

It was commissioned by a friend, if any of you is interested in paying me money pm me/ send me an ask

Summary: Everyone’s favourite fashionable duo goes on a search for new clothes, and ends up having a series of unexpected adventures.

Relationships: France & Poland, France/England, Lithuania/Poland, Poland & Belarus, Lithuania & Belarus

Rating: General Audiences

Poland gets a bit of a break and a short trip to Paris with some of his artistic friends; he likes the city a good deal!

which part of 19th century you mean?

whatever,

let’s have them all!!

(also listen mxmtoon’s cliche, it has cute frapol vibe for those headcanons i have)

Feliks arrives in Paris right after november uprising to meet Chopin. At one of Fryśka’s (Chopin) concerts Francis sees a beautiful but harsh-looking boy who looks only at Chopin with soft glim in eyes. [they meet at Chopin’s concerts Francis flirting wit Poland and Feliks after few meetings gives him softer looks] 

They reunite again at Fryderyk’s funeral. France can see his silent tears. There are no sobs, no chocking, ‘one probably have thought, the boy haven’t felt a thing, have thought the tears are fake and badly done’. All he said after comforting Delfina, George, Adam and others was ‘I’m moving out of Paris.’ France is extremely surprised how steady yet broken his voice felt. 

France surprises them both even more when his voice cracks after nod, while saying ‘I’ll miss you.’  ‘They will miss you’ He corrects himself after the moment. He surprises himself how he cared.

[here we have cute scene in 1888 where Feliks shares with Ignacy Jan Paderewski, as Francis spots him at Jan’s first big concert. Francis thinks he has hallucinations. He tries to catch him but Feliks disappears. Francis never mentions this to Poland so he has no idea if it was true to these day]

Feliks out and away really comes back to Paris with his brilliant heart Maria Skłodowska also known as Marie Curie and he takes studies with her. Łukasiewicz and Bonnefoy briefly reunite when Poland and Maria sit in cafe, drinking to take a break from their cycling session or rather when they end this break (idk how to phrase it, whatever).

Francis gasps when he sees how darker Feliks made tension in the air, even as he gently smiled, softly hummed, sometimes laughed a little with tender look as his dear girl was speaking, he spread dark energy, somber tense in the air was felt only by someone as poised as Francis was in this century. He wondered if he was in the age of peace he would still sense it.

Then he laughed at himself. There was never age of peace. 

The scent of anxiety stunk. His own anxiety. The feel of power, he realized, surprised, felt like being called for the audience by the king, himself. Not knowing how to react. It felt like fright. 

Bonnefoy had no idea how Poland did it. But he knew he didn’t like it. He knew about twenty years ago or something Poland lost another uprising, but- There was no possibility that’s what made him be like this. There just wasn’t.

When Skłodowska and Łukasiewicz go out of the buliding says softly ‘hi’ and Feliks blinked and said ‘hello’. They stare at each other a bit in complete silence, ‘till Maria waves her hand before Poland’s face (she’s unimpressed) and asks ‘Maybe you’ll introduce me him?’ with one arm on the hip (completely unimpressed). 

‘Marysia, that’s… Francis Bonnefoy, France.’ Poland softly introduced him. 

He stood in silence, his gut squishing trying to look into those witty eyes but the intense of the stare felt like too much alongside stubborn glance Polish boy was giving him. (or more like stabbing with it right through his midriff) He understood how Feliks was spreading this aura. With brilliant her alongside it must’ve felt like his golden age. Her exquisiteness almost made him fall to his knees. He felt it. He couldn’t imagine what this girl has done to Poland when they first met. 

‘He’s uglier and less impressive than I thought.’ She proclaimed which offended very much. He was just about to teach her some respect to elders when he heard a laugh. And, oh dear God, what a laugh. 

aph france doesn’t practise piano, properly, alone, like much at all though he can knock out a tune decently in public