#fraliet

Rating: E Pairing: France/Lithuania, background/implied Prussia/Lithuania Length: 4.4k words Warnings/Tags: Non-Con, Napoleonic Wars-era, oral sex, anti-Napoleon sentiment Summary:

Francis was drawing him up by his shoulder, and lightly holding Tolys’s chin between his thumb and forefingers. “Lithuania, I presume?” he asked, in French. Tolys nodded, taking a moment to remember the language of Ivan’s court and hoping that his accent did not betray how little he enjoyed practicing the foreign tongue. “If it please you, sir, Vilnius welcomes you,” he managed to say without any stuttering, which seemed to satisfy Francis greatly. “It does please me,” he said, with a chime of amusement in his tone. He used the light grip on Tolys’ chin to turn his head and kiss his cheek, and then the other. His lips were soft, windbitten, and lingered and Tolys could feel the curve of his smile against his skin.

June 1812. Lithuania comes under new management.

they officially met in 1790. easy date to remember for both of them because of the happenings around that time.

it started with both of them having pretty high respect for each other. a bit of admiration, too. passing advice, and compliments. you know, one nation to another.

after meeting, they didn’t see each other at all for about a century. when they did see each other, it was just a glimpse. they both shared their own pitiful glance, and moved along.

another century passes, and francis seeks tolys out after hearing word that he has been hanging around arthur.

francis would visit during tolys’ outsourcing. originally when they caught up, it was pretty hard for both of them. memories, and all.

alfred overheard their talks occasionally, and the first time he realized the extent of some of their history, he would go out of his way to do small things for them. of course, francis figured it out. tolys didn’t want to look the gift horse in the eye, though he did feel guilty for taking up alfred’s time.

come modern times, francis is offering advice to anyone who needs it. he helped feliciano out multiple times, tries to guide alfred along, hangs with gilbert, or afonso, and has even taken tolys under his wing too.

they don’t speak constantly, but if they are ever nearby, they’ll go out for dinner, and have a nice chat.

francis feels bad for tolys, among some others. francis knows he isn’t perfect, but he doesn’t have a low opinion on himself. he thinks he is still in a really good place.

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.

characters/pairing: nyo!france/nyo!lithuania. YUP. summary: it’s a poem!  France glorying in love with Lithuania while she stays at her house for a bit -- possibly right after Poland did... -- in the 1800s.  Sort of exploring some ideas from way back here, and the idea of Liet duelling with the sword at the slightest provocation and despite her precarious state as a nation/a mortal at the time. words: 216  Inspired by prompts from @hetaliawritersdiscord​ (which I’m a very lax and timid member of) OTP (which i mean… nyo!FraLiet isn’t exactly, but it’s a ship I do enjoy a great deal…) month. 

There are women who are poems, and women who are blades. Lady Victory, Let me but hymn your praises a little!

read on on ao3 because I guarantee tumblr will eat the formatting

Lithuania: How would you describe yourself?