#germany gonna pay Poland one way or the other it would seem

[beardedmrbean]

WARSAW, Poland -- A project to develop small nuclear power reactors in Poland is moving forward, with a cooperation agreement between the Polish energy giant ORLEN and two U.S. government financial institutions signed Monday.

Poland is turning toward renewable and noncarbon energy, away from its past reliance on its own coal. Moscow's invasion of Ukraine has also accelerated Poland's drive to cut its dependence on Russian oil and gas.

In a ceremony at the U.S. ambassador’s residence in Warsaw, the U.S. EXIM Bank signed a letter of interest in lending up to $3 billion and the U.S International Development Finance Corporation signed a letter of interest to lend up to $1 billion to the ORLEN Synthos Green Energy project for developing some 20 small BWRX-300 modular reactors designed by GE Hitachi Nuclear Energy.

U.S. Ambassador Mark Brzezinski stressed that Russia's aggression against Ukraine almost 14 months ago reinforced the need to turn toward safe and reliable energy sources.

At a later news conference, Poland's Prime Minister Mateusz Morawiecki said that Poland needed a “cheap, clean and reliable energy source” like the SMR reactors, which will produce emission-free energy and be a driving force for the economy for decades to come.

Coal mining is among Poland's largest employers, providing some 80,000 jobs and supplying some 70% of the country's energy, and Morawiecki said that industry will continue to guarantee power security. He stressed, however, that global climate concerns and European Union regulations are calling for a shift to renewable and clean energy, which the nuclear reactors plan is helping to advance.

PKN ORLEN president, Daniel Obajtek said Poland's first BWRX-300 reactor should be launched in 2029 and will be the world's second, after a similar one becomes operational in Darlington, Canada.

He stressed that “there is no stopping of energy transformation” in the world and the oil and gas giant — 49.9% owned by the Polish state — is planning 320 billion zlotys ($75 billion) of investments.

In February, Poland's government and the U.S. Westinghouse Electric Company signed a deal for pre-design cooperation on the central European nation’s first large nuclear power plant, using the American company’s technology. Construction on the plant is to begin in 2026 and it should start supplying the energy grid in 2032.

#nunyas news #germany gonna pay Poland one way or the other it would seem

[softchenlele]

dreams and roses; a woozi scenario

style: bulletpoint

genre: slightly supernatural fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1,7k

main author: kitty

a/n: this was absolutely unplanned but it sparked in my head today so im writing it before i forget!!!

it’s summer and seventeen, being young boys yearning for adventure, decided to have a camping slash road trip in europe

so there they are, going around europe from poland to spain

setting out camp and having fun around the bonfire

one day as they travel between germany and france they decide to stop in a small town to stock up on food and necessities and basically spend the day here

as vernon and seungkwan were coming back from the market they hear children talking about a witch in the woods?

the exact same woods they’re camping next to

the kids were talking about visiting her sometime

vernon was kinda intrigued by the children’s babbling and seungkwan thought witch seeking could be a good team building adventure

so guess what they talk about over lunch?

yep

get in losers, we’re going to find a witch!!

they ask the kids how to find “miss witch”

“she said you gotta follow the nature’s flow!!”

uhhh ok thats very vague

but then jeonghan points out that there’s a small river flowing from the forest down to the valley and the children just smile knowingly

following the river upstream it is.

as they hike up the woods, chattering playfully and playing with each other, jihoon can’t help but wonder what they will find, if they even find something

fifteen minutes later, to his surprise, they actually do find something

they end up in a clearing in the middle of the woods

the river comes from over a five meter cliff, pooling into a little lake below

and next to the lake is a cottage, not built for more than two people but so well maintained that it almost looks like someone lives here

seungcheol and soonyoung circle the house, checking if there’s anyone, while the others play a bit in the lake

jihoon just walks around, taking in the scenery. that place just radiates peace and serenity, a kind of otherworldly calm

and is it just him or are the flowers peeking at him somehow...?

no no no jihoon wtf it’s time to cut down on coffee and sleep whole nights you’re imagining things about flowers now

but it’s really intriguing to him

since they found no one, the boys go back to their camp, having seen no witch but having spent a nice afternoon

jihoon can’t really sleep so he sneaks out of his tent and goes back to the river, following the stream quietly to the clearing, watching the moon

but then

he sees someone on a rock next to the lake??

the long hair lets him think it’s a woman, she’s just dipping her feet in the water

he freezes in place

he really didn’t think there would be someone??

“hey, didn’t i tell you kids not to come at night? your parents will worry”

did she speak to him? he didn’t show himself though

after a few beats of silence, she turns her head and stares straight at him and jihoon gulps

“you’re... not a child”

thx captain obvious now are u gonna turn me into a frog??

he’s positively freaking out by now but still silent

she stands up, and he swears he sees a gust of wind drying her feet, what the heck

she puts her sandals back on and hops off the rock, walking towards him

she asks for his name, but the only thing he can stutter back is are you a witch?

and then she laughs, a crystalline sound echoing off the water

“no, god no, do i look like one? if i were one you’d be cursed already!!”

but then jihoon thinks that maybe he has, seeing how he’s rooted in place and can’t seem to take his eyes off her

“i’m y/n, and i’m a fairy, not a witch!”

at that he just chokes on air. she doesn’t even look like she’s lying

he tells her his name and she looks at him curiously before asking why he’s here

“that’s a bit,,, difficult to explain? i came here with my friends this afternoon and there was no one??”

“i know that. but why did you come back?”

how did she know???

he explains how he wanted to see this place again

how he’s a singer, writing songs for his group, and how the clearing struck something in him

she nods and whistles a few notes to something behind him

“what are you doing??”

“i’m thanking the birds for warning me of your presence!”

at this point jihoon is entirely lost. are all europeans like that?? what the heck is up with this one???

“you what???”

“i thanked the sparrows. they told me twice today that i had guests, unfortunately i was with the foxes the first time”

is she crazy

“wait hold up. have you lost your mind?? what is this all about???”

she definitely is

she lives alone in the forest, talking to birds and spending days with foxes?? what kind of person does that??!

she doesn’t answer and grabs his hand, leading him in the forest. she stops in front of a burrow, where a family of foxes can be seen.

his jaw almost drops right to the floor

the mother looks sick and the babies are small and sickly thin

she’s been taking care of them

he starts to review his judgement of her

maybe she’s a biologist a bit too caught up into her fantasy

but when she touches the mother fox’s nose and her fingertip glows, he’s back at square one: total incomprehension

“she’s doing good. she’s almost healed!! and she says that the human, you, is allowed to touch her babies!”

he doesn’t even try to think and extends a trembling hand to one of the baby foxes and pets it

y/n and the mother fox are watching him intently and after some time, he withdraws his hand

y/n then bids goodbye to the foxes and brings him back to the clearing

he’s about sure by now that she’s the real deal

a real, live fairy

she asks if he wants to stay some more. he looks a bit shaken internally so she suggests her number one calming activity: stargazing

which he accepts immediately because to be honest he could use some chill

they climb up a tree and she starts pointing stars to him, but he’s not paying attention

“are you always this welcoming to strangers?”

“are you always this accepting to the idea of superatural”, she quips back, more to make him react than anything.

he thinks about it for a second

“to be honest, i’m pretty sure i’m dreaming right now. this is the oddest night of my life but it doesn’t feel wrong or false, so there’s only that option left”

“maybe it’s not.” and on that she climbs down the tree, surprising jihoon, but he’s still quick to follow her

he really doesn’t want to lose sight of the biggest mystery of that night

she goes inside the cottage and he stays on the doorstep, marveling at all the books, potted plants and little pouches of various seeds and flowers

they look like the lavender pouch his mom brought back from a trip once, which she put among his clothes to give them a nice flowery scent

y/n comes back with a piece of raw blue stone he recognizes as something like kyanite, held by a fine silver chain tied around it

“maybe if you come back with a souvenir, you’ll understand it’s not a dream. this is a lucky charm, it will help you focus when you need it and turn the odds in your favor. for a creative person, this is great, isn’t it?”

she smiles at him and he lets her drop the jewel into his hands, gingerly letting out a small “thanks” in return

he didn’t know what to think

she looks at an old clock and remarks how late it has gotten

he didn’t feel time pass either but he knows he should get back to the guys, so he tells her he needs to leave

she nods and goes right past him to the white rose plant along the wall, plucks a flower bud, and whispers some words jihoon can’t quite catch to it

it slowly blooms between her fingers, her fingertips starting to glow white again, and he’s simply mesmerized

she turns back to him and tucks it in one of the button holes of his shirt, smiling softly

“this is just a gift from me to you. hopefully, you’ll figure out how it works soon”

he says goodbye and his mind is empty during the way down

he really doesn’t know what happened

the next day, he acts like nothing happened, hides the forever blooming rose and pretends he bought the kyanite necklace earlier

jihoon was just laying on his bed, fidgeting with a blue stone necklace when the murmuring started again

he had a rough day at the studio, his lyrics just wouldn’t come out

and every time it happened the flower y/n gave him would murmur like it was trying to speak

he grabbed his notebook and thought back to that evening

his pen flew over the pages like it was natural

and before he knew it his song was here in his hands

it ended up being their title track

a story about unforgettable nights and a dream-like, eerie girl

he’s really proud of it

but the flower kept on whispering from time to time, he didn’t know why

one day where the flower was particularly chatty (?), he put it to his ear

what heard caught him completely off guard 

it was the voice of the person he met that night

y/n’s

it was mixed with children’s voices, he figured the kids did go visit her in the end

he waited for the children to leave and then called her name once tentatively

a few seconds later, the same crystalline laugh answered him

“it took you long enough! but i’m glad you didn’t throw the rose away!”

he couldn’t believe it

she had given him a fairy phone???

a chuckle escaped his lips at her response

“i did!! of course, i do have a cell phone, but where would have the fun been in me just giving you my number?”

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[gospacegay]

LRTIHEW: Part Twenty Eight

The title stands for “Longest Rusame Thing I Have Ever Written”.

First Chapter: https://gospacegay.tumblr.com/post/165808913233/lrtihew-part-one

Previous Chapter: https://gospacegay.tumblr.com/post/166626709503/lrtihew-twenty-seven

There is swearing, fluff, smut, insanity, and lord knows what else

With no crimes left to accuse Russia of, the other nations cleared out of the room quickly at the end of the meeting. Only a few stragglers and Germany were left behind. Northern Italy looked nervous as America chatted to the ever serious German. “Mister America, you will not be bombing anyone will you?” the bubbly Italian asked suddenly.

“God no. You're too cute.” Alfred assured quickly, patting the shorter Italian on the shoulder. “Good. Ludwig was saying the same thing the other day when we were –” “That is not a professional topic for this place, Feliciano.” Germany cut off his happy cohort awkwardly. Not that Ivan cared. The odd pair had been figuratively married since WW2, and anyone with a brain knew it.

Out of cigarettes, Ivan started packing up his own things. The initial purpose of the meeting, arranging reparations of one kind or another, had failed completely. Neither Russia or China were willing to pay a single coin for anything outside of their own borders. No one was surprised by this result.

“Hey. It's not illegal to smile.” Alfred teased sitting across the table. Ivan ignored him, methodically putting papers and pens away. “Hey. Hey! Let's do something. I haven't seen you for like... a month.” the younger nation pestered stubbornly. Russia looked up, smirked and resumed his task. Alfred huffed, using his arms as cushions on the table. Laying his head down, brilliant blue eyes studied Ivan.

Suitcase finally locked shut, Ivan stood. The case was yanked away quickly. “Give that back. I'm not in the mood for nonsense.” Russia snapped. “Come and get it! Or are you too slow?” Alfred teased, waving the case about like it was sports equipment instead of national security papers. Ivan wasn't too slow. He was fast, and agile, and incredibly clever. No had the right to accuse him of less than royalty and perfection.

“Return the suit case.” Ivan threatened, narrowing his eyes dangerously. Alfred laughed, not taking the situation seriously. “Gotta catch me first!” he taunted, running out of the room. Ivan chased him through the building, not caring who he knocked over or tripped. This was Poland after all, hardly even a country to the powerful Russian.

Out of the building, the pair bolted across a busy cross walk. Crashing through a cafe, tables and people were shoved aside mercilessly. Weaving alleyways, Ivan wanted to choke his prey. The honey blonde was cornered, with only a fire escape ladder several feet above him. Confident in his victory, Russia approached with a maniacal grin. “There is nowhere to run, little rabbit.” he teased, drawing closer. Alfred eyed the ladder above him, smirking. There was no way America could ever make the jump. The younger nation lunged, briefcase handle held in his teeth.

Wow. He made the jump after all. Ivan stood there dumbly, genuinely impressed. As Alfred scrambled up the old fire escape ladder, Ivan searched frantically to something to climb on. The Russian president would be completely infuriated if those papers were lost. There was an half full dumpster, but the lid was missing. No thanks. A small car was parked by the alley exit. It looked more than sturdy. Racing over to the vehicle, Ivan looked both ways down the sleepy residential street. No one was around. Rubbing gloved hands together, Ivan took a deep breath and started dragging the powder blue car.

Were he stronger, he would lift the entire thing over his head. He did such amazing feats of strength with impunity in his youth. These days, he took better care of his body. Another back injury would be terrible. Dragging the car would have to suffice.

Finally climbing the ladder from the top of the car, Ivan slipped onto the flat gravel roof. “Give me back my suitcase.” Ivan ordered, panting ruining his intimidating image. Alfred was just laying a few feet away, looking quite winded himself. Pouncing on the American, Ivan pinned him down by the wrists. “You gonna torture me?” Alfred sneered, not resisting much. “Yes, in the worst way.” the ash blond threatened gravely, peeling off dirty leather gloves.

“You wouldn't! You bastard! Don't you – Ohmigod! Noooo!” Alfred squealed as he was tickled without remorse. Ivan grinned and attacked vulnerable ribs, making the tanned nation convulse with laughter. “Please! I'm going to piss myself!” Alfred giggled, trying to roll away. The larger Russian parked himself on one of Alfred's legs, sitting on it with full weight. The assault ended, with the pair just staring at each other flushed and smiling. The crushing depression from earlier had vanished, replaced by impulsive joy.

Ivan lay on top and licked Alfred's cheek, snuggled close. The need for touch was so addictive lately. “Eww! I'm not candy!” Alfred whined, wiping his face with his formal blazer sleeve. Ivan hummed and made himself comfortable against his companion's shoulder. A strong heart beat could be heard, a calm rhythm between them. They lay in comfortable silence, watching the sun low in the sky. Streaks of pastel color were beginning to appear, announcing the end of the day.

“Thank you for defending my honor, Alik.” Ivan murmured, content. Alfred grunted, adjusting the arm he was resting his head on. “You saved my life, I wish to repay you.” Ivan continued, heart fluttering strangely. “It's... It's okay. You don't have to.” Alfred insisted with a slight stammer. Ignoring this, Russia propped himself up on his elbows. Crawling forward slightly, he craned over that adorable freckled face. After a second of hesitation, Ivan kissed him.

Lips clashed as Ivan tried to consume the man beneath him. Alfred gave into the notions quickly, pulling Ivan closer by the shoulders. For a moment of blissful eternity, they were united in writhing lust. Breaking the kiss, Ivan gasped for air. His body was hot and aching, now parked between America's legs. Over a century of moral discipline melted away as Ivan pressed his lower half against Alfred eagerly. The friction felt great on his straining cock, even through binding fabric. The handsome blond beneath gave a breathy sigh, wrapping strong legs around Ivan. Seeing Alfred's own eager erection pressing against tight slacks made the Russian shiver from excitement.

Intent on ravishing Alfred right here, Ivan's hands wandered to the ornate belt keeping those damn pants on. America's warm hands stopped him in a steel grip. “Vanya, stop.” Alfred grunted, looking pained. Reluctantly, Russia obeyed while rutting his hips slightly. “Let me show you my appreciation.” Ivan purred, flirting shamelessly with amorous violet eyes.

“I get that. I really do. But we don't have condoms, or lube, and we're kinda on the roof of a building.” America pointed out. Ivan leaned back on his knees, scowling. The fool did make sense. Ivan's carnal need to fuck Alfred into the ground had taken over it seemed. Still, something had to be done about the burgeoning issue between his legs. “Very well. Do you have a hotel room?” Ivan asked while massaging Alfred's endowment.

The younger nation pushed into the touch, biting his lip. “It's just... It's been a long time. I don't...  I'm not totally comfortable, man. I mean... oh god... You'll probably rip me in half.” Alfred panted as he was teased with soft touches. “I would not do such a thing. I care about you.” Ivan assured, already  loosening the belt. Recapturing those soft pink lips, he resumed distracting America.

Desperate for some kind of relief, Ivan freed his own erection first. The air was cold on the flushed member but he didn't care, he needed this. Alfred's own saluting cock sprung free of  loosened slacks, gripped immediately by Ivan's saliva slicked hand. Still propped above Alfred awkwardly, Ivan had to rest on the side to give his remaining arm a break. “Touch me.” Ivan ground out, slowly stroking with his hand. Alfred hissed vehement prayers as he was serviced, obeying instantly. After a moment of confusion, he too slicked his dry palm with a quick spit.

They were soon pressed together on their sides, shielding each other from the strong wind on the roof. Whimpers and sighs were lost to the alternating breeze as they rutted in primal fashion against heated grip. Masturbation was exponentially better when performed by another, it seemed. Shining pearls of precum occasionally dribbled free, lacing their fingers. Ivan shuddered and slid closer still, completely trapping Alfred with a leg. This also led to a new angle that he could thrust into that glorious semi-fisted grip.

As heat built and prickled, Ivan felt himself melting inside. He was caught by surprise as Alfred's frenetic motions stopped suddenly. The younger nation arched, crying out loudly as he came. The look of pure bliss on that beautiful caramel face was perfect. Some cum splashed on Ivan's nice coat, but he didn't care anymore. The smell of sex, combined with renewed lubrication via Alfred's own spilled seed, pushed the lustful Russian into overdrive.

Thrusting into rapid strokes, Ivan was locked in frenzied synchronicity with his companion. It all became pleasurably unbearable. “Alfred!” Ivan growled as he came, falling into sweet oblivion. Unlike Alfred, Ivan's orgasm was aimed dead on. Two large splashes of white now graced the America's expensive outer wear. Completely spent, Ivan lazily peeled off his mostly clean coat and draped it around their entwined forms. They lay there cuddled closely for a while, watching the sun set behind jagged buildings.

“I smell like gravel and porn.” Alfred grumbled, eventually forcing himself to move. Ivan eagerly licked the younger nation's member clean, tucking it back in warm slacks. The American seed tasted earthy and bitter, yet not offensive in the least. Admittedly Ivan had been rough with the fly of the pants earlier, some zipper teeth warped from tugging. Alfred groaned at the gentle treatment, eyes fluttering shut. After a moment, the American understood Ivan's expectant gaze and returned the favor.

The sensation of Ivan's flaccid cock being completely swallowed by wet American lips was a rare treasure. Were Ivan not already finished, he would definitely be fucking that tantalizing face. Tucking Ivan in, the fly and belt were refastened with deliberate care. “Mmm. I think I will play with you more often.” Ivan purred, a boneless mass of contentment. Alfred huffed a silent laugh, laying down again. “You think so huh?” he replied, all smiles.

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