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Fratello, What Is Sex?"Fratello, fratello!" Lovino Vargas groaned softly as his brother's high-pitched voice broke through his carefully constructed concentration. The careful concentration that had taken the elder Vargas brother over an hour to build, much to his irritation. He had an upcoming test the following week, and the younger male had shattered his much needed focus in less than a millisecond! It was in moments such as this when Lovino found himself wishing murder was legal.
"What do you want, Feliciano?" The younger of the pair was bouncing anxiously on the balls of his feet by now, completely oblivious to the death glare he was currently receiving from
Lonliness taste better with hot chocolateGilbert placed the single bulb on the little tree in his room, making sure the little, red circle didn't tip it over. "There! Now that's what I call a Christmas tree!" He crowed to himself, a half-hearted smile on his face before it disappeared as he stared forlornly at the parody of a Charlie Brown tree. Who was he trying to kid? A small tree with just a bulb on it. At least Charlie Brown got a better tree at the end of his special. But that was how it was in most Christmas specials. An awesome tree, awesome food, and awesome friends to share it with. Of course, his 'awesome' friends had stuff to do tonight instead of hang out with the even
Super Crack Hetalia StoryOne day, Francis captured Arthur and forced him into marriage. Arthur, who had not been given a sufficient amount of rum, was extremely horrified and for once, he wished that Alfred, one of his past lovers, would save him. Suddenly, Alfred came out from nowhere in a jet plane and saved Arthur from Francis. Alfred untied Arthur and gave him an extra set of clothes so Arthur would not be forced to sky-dive in tuxedo.
Yes. Alfred thought it would be a great idea to sky drive while saving Arthur from Francis.
Alfred finished the final hamburger from his breakfast and handed Arthur a parachute with a British flag on it. He also strapped a parac
Paparazzi- Belarus StyleRussia smiled innocently in his seat as he surveyed the other nations [pretend to] listen to Britain speak. It was surprisingly quiet this meeting; already an hour in and they still hadn't degraded into complete chaos.
Of course, America being AWOL could explain that. The darn boy didn't know how to keep his mouth shut. But Russia didn't fail to notice that the Baltics and his two sisters were missing as well. Six absent nations. Seven, if you include Prussia. It was strange. Very strange indeed.
Not that Russia minded. He was entertaining himself imagining the infinite ways to make all those silly little nations scream in terror, begging f
HRExChibitalia -- MirageOne day I woke from the nicest dream of the two of us holding hands on the windy meadow where I would always paint. As soon as I blinked I found myself lying beneath a shady tree, the ghost of your warmth fleeing my hands.
In the distance I thought I heard your voice. My heart pounded; I grew excited. Gathering all the speed I could in my baggy, hindering clothes, I bounded like a youthful stallion in the direction of the sound.
As I reached the river, my pace fell. Your voice had drowned in the current.
My heart's hopeful tempo rebounded as a smell entered the air. It was the aroma of your favorite meal, warm and tantalizing as you
PrussiaxItaly Fanfic READ DESCRIPTION!
*Stranded on an Island during daytime*
"Prussia!!! Prussia!! Where are you Prussia?" (Italy is wandering around looking for Prussia on the strip of island they are stranded on)
"Oy? Right over here!" (Prussia was sunbathing with a towel wrapped around his midsection)
"Oh! I didnt see you there, I thought you got lost and eaten by a bear or something..." (Italy looks over at the other side of the island and notices a jungle)
"Oh no, I've been here the whole time. I just guess my hair and skin blended in with the color of the sand. Anyways, care to go for a swim?" (He takes off his towel and thankfully he is wearing swim trunks underneath.
Hetalia's Gorey DemiseNow, for random deaths from the song "A Gorey demise" with Hetalia characters
A Is For America
Who Drowned In A Pool
B Is For Belgium
Who Was Eaten By Ghouls
C Is For China
With Disease Of The Brain
D Is For Denmark
Derailed On A Train
E Is For England
Who Was Buried Alive
F Is For France
Who Was Stabbed Through The Eye
G Is For Germany
Who Died In The Womb
H Is For Hungary
Who Was Sealed In A Tomb
I Is For Italy
Who Lost His Front Brakes
J Is For Japan
Who Was Bitten By Snakes
K Is For Korea
Who Was Shot In The Head
L Is For latvia
Who Bled And Bled
M Is For Manoco
Who Burned To A Crisp
N Is For Norway
NorIce: A Long Way From HomeNorIce: A Long Way From Home
Warning: Norway x Iceland (Lukas x Emil), Human names used, incest, fantasy, and magic.
Magic had always existed. In the heart of every child, the sparkle in every eye, the gasp in every happy breath, and the smile on every face. Yet that is where it exists now, long ago magic was everywhere and was a lot stronger than smiles.
The scent of sage and smoke filled the cottage in the cold north, the sound of a crackling fireplace stirring the silence. Norway sat before it, poking at the logs with a metal rods, ashes flo
Italy's SurpriseFriendship is a gift don't waste it ~unknown
When I woke up that morning, I never knew my life would change especially not then
I opened my sleepy eyes to see Germany's guest room around me. I smiled, Germany's guest room was almost like my room if you think of it. I did spend the night at Germany's a lot, he never minded it.
I got out of the bed and stretched. As soon as I walked towards the door it burst open, I jumped a little as Prussia's loud yell ("THE AWESOME ONE IS HERE!") met my tired ears. I smiled as I usually did when he burst in, but this time Prussia seemed to have a dark smirk over his fac
30 Minutes In HeavenPairing: Spamano
The meeting was not even half way through yet and Lovino wanted to die in a hole. Why, you might ask? Well, there's that insane Danish nation seated on his right- yes, the one who keeps stroking that insanely large axe of his and winking at a very mortified-looking Norwegian seated across the long table. Then on his left was the small trembling nation that lived near Russia... Latvia, was it? Then opposite him was that perverted French bastard that made strange kissy-faces at everyone and anyone he could, the potato bastard who happened to be in his field of vision and next to him was the tomato bastard.
The tomato bast
And the Dreary Sky Continued to Rain
And the Dreary Sky Continued to Rain
Lovino Vargas was sure of three things in his life by now:
His life sucked.
Karma was a bitch.
And explosions were not something you wanted to be caught up in.
There was a good reason for the last line of thought. Lovino sat in a wheelchair, starring desolately through a grimy window to the grey dreary world outside. It was raining again. It always was raining. Tufts of brown hair and one lone curl peeked out from under the bandages and gauze wrapped around his head.
When did it all go wrong? He wondered. One moment he had been working diligently, and the next moment there was a tremendous amount of
Spain. Without Romano 1 What was Spain doing? He was sitting beside Italy, talking it up with him. Both of them had big smiles on their faces and were enjoying themselves. Romano, however, was not. His shoulders were hunched and his chin was resting in his hand as he watched the two joyful nations. Spain had come here to see him, not Veneziano. They had been dating for two years now and currently, he wasn't getting a speck of attention
It wasn't this bad at first. Before, Spain would pay a lot more attention to his Italian lover. But as time went on, Spain got more lenient and started paying less attention to him, and more to Veneziano. Romano didn't like
Spain. Without Romano 2 Spain stood there, mortified. He could not believe what he just heard. It took a few moments for it to sink in, but when it did, Spain broke. Tears began falling from his eyes, thought he wasn't aware of it. He was just stunned. The love of his life had broken up with him. He fell to his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks. He tried to say something, but no words would come out of his mouth.
Romano found watching Spain break unbearable. He turned his head so that he wouldn't have to watch. He still loved the silly Spaniard, with all his heart, but Spain clearly did not love him as much as he loved him. "I think you better leave.
GermanyxItaly - IntoxicatedGermany x Italy - Intoxicated
Germany was once again annoyed to find that he could not concentrate on his work. Normally, he would give his workload his full attention and finish it in quick succession, and then he would concentrate on even more work. He liked being productive; it made him feel useful when he managed to complete his paperwork on time and get praised for it. Lately though, he wasn't being very productive. No, this one thought had been swimming around in his mind for a while, washing away any other thoughts. This thought was Italy. Of course he'd thought of Italy before; he usually wondered such things as whether or not he was
Alfred the Ghost Hunter: Chapter 2Chapter 2: Groups
Arthur was very annoyed, to say the absolute least. They had exams starting on Monday and the Brit had been pulled away from studying in the library by Kiku asking for help (The Japanese teen figured Alfred was going to make him come anyway, so he might as well just enlist his aid in carrying supplies.) The blond has hesitantly agreed, and was lead to Kiku's dorm where Heracles was waiting. The study partner and the cat lover were told to stand and wait outside his room while Kiku retrieved something from his room. When he returned, the two had heavy bags shoved at them and told they were going to Alfred infamous ghost hunt
I wonder if you're enjoying
the curvature of her back.
The spine, a row of ossified crowns
crowded and curved around that defining neural superhighway;
that extension cord,
adventurously connecting the visceral
to the peripheral.
The horseshoe crab vertebrae
scuttle to break through skin at your touch;
a defining shiver.
I see your hands
around the rounded hills of her shoulders.
Scapulae jutting out with the extremity of the bend,
like a chicken's wings.
And the bands of these dorsal muscles
stand up like wings,
cast shadows in the dimples of the pelvis that she lifts;
that will fold o
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