Author's note: Tumblr request (amylerajie): « Not ship related, but what about something with Poland? They were quite rivals, back in the time, wanting to be Antemurale Christianitatis ». Since I wrote this without power I couldn't do any research to find a specific reference, so instead I used the fact that these two characters really go against the traditional ideas we have of what makes a man and what makes a woman, especially in a historical setting, to show their friendship but also sort of where they diverge. I'd like to think that it's what really keeps them together, knowing that since they're different they have to stick together that much more even if they don't necessarily agree.
Until that day
"Do you think I'm weird?" Feliks asks and Erzsi looks up at that.
"What do you mean?" They're sitting in his room, the Hungarian having come with a group of officials to speak with the Polish king and nobles.
"Cuz I like dresses and stuff– do you think I'm weird?"
Erzsi shrugs. "Francis normally dresses like a woman, wears his hair like one too, and they say to our north some of the others still dress as women."
Feliks mulls that over before pronouncing, "I don't think you're weird because you wear men's clothing. I only don't like that I don't know what kind of a Christian you are."
"What do you mean?"
"You spent a lot of time with him," Feliks whispers– he means Sadık, "and I don't know if he messed with your head or something. You're not a very good Christian woman; you don't do women-things."
The Hungarian rolls her eyes, looking out the window. Artüras was outside currently being half-dragged around by Erzsi's horse. "I don't want to be a woman," she finally moans.
"Well I don't want to have to watch people die," her Polish friend gets in rather flippantly, "but that's life."
"I want to fight battles," Erzsi continues, ignoring Feliks; he'd start listening to her eventually. "I want men to respect me. I want to be in charge of myself, not taking orders from Roderich or anyone else for the rest of my life."
"Take Toris back to Hungary with you then," the boy interrupts. "He's real easy to push around, trust me."
"Have you even heard a single thing I've said?" and Erzsi turns to find Feliks having changed from a dress to the proper attire for a Polish nobleman. The man smiles, very much aware of how handsome he looks.
"One day," he states rather dramatically, as if whatever he was about to say was divined from on high, "the world will be ready for people like you and me. Until that day–" and here he pauses to pull several items from the trunk at the end of the bed including a bottle of wine "–let's drink!" The Hungarian laughs.