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new year? OMG!

Well, today is the last day of the year. The last one, you realize? I do not know, it scares me to think so. Also think that tomorrow will be in January 2010. Duemilaedieci. A two-digit year. It's already been ten years since 2000 and I ... I have not even seen. In 2010 I was sixteen. I just two more years of adolescence and ... ohmiodio. I'm growing up really. I realized just now. I'm getting bigger. Before I was a teenager, next year I was sixteen. I never thought of my sixteen years, as if they could ever be! And then seventeen. Seventeen, eighteen a year earlier. I never thought about all this, I never thought that one day there would be 2010 and I have over 16 years. Not so much for sixteen years, for goodness sake. 'S only ... Time passes more quickly than I thought possible, that's all.
However, today I want to do my riassuntino duemilaenove, why yes. Because in the end was a special year, we all know (L)

So So So. Taking my schemetto last year, let's see '.
What the hell I learned in 2009?

- friends are often those around you . that people close to you, they are often less than those you are away.
- that friendship exists despite all . because there are people who are fantastic and special, and perhaps they are already whistling ears (L)
- that sometimes, small steps are the best . because it does not overdo it, but the nice thing is walk slowly.
- that the world goes on and time passes . because the world does not stop, despite everything, and this is a good thing.
- that, in the end, there is no harm in dreaming. because in the end, a dream takes us further from the truth.
- that there are things I can not explain . because I always find an explanation, not an obligation.
- there's nothing wrong with seeing everything pink. the important thing is changing his glasses when necessary.
- I I'm not crazy . otherwise are just normal (L)

What I remember of 2009?

- 's meeting with my cousin \u0026lt;3 (8/16/2009) : because we were two of the evil genie who planned it and why it was amazing (L) although it came to the conclusion of not being able to eat ice cream.
- 's meeting with my twin \u0026lt;3 (28/11/2009): because yes, it was one of the most beautiful days of my life (L) because we made a lots of photos and because gaga ullalah u_u
- Nevio cneo the rock fest (05/11/2009) , because despite everything, it was nice (L) because I felt a teenager, too.
- the classmate with him (09/12/2009 - 21/12/2009) because yes, there is also need to write it?
- my crush \u0026lt;3 by because I want to keep her close and I want to bring in 2010.
- the good times spent with R (L) because I realized that she is my friend, a friend indeed, despite everything.
- the puzzle of 2000 pieces (30/12/2009) : because I put a piece * w * and there is no money in the fun yesterday.
- the happy moments. because I want u_u

in 2010 and here is the long awaited moment vaaaai.
Good intentions for 2010!

- (improvement in school) , because mathematics is used, but no.
- (go forward without looking back) , not thinking 'oh, but I could do that!', Without any of this.
- (calm down when I'm next to him) , because it seems to be going focus.
- (write and finish my stories) , because yes, they now also the birthday soon.
- (stop me come too many ideas) , because they are dangerous.
- (depress stop random) , because I'm an idiot.
- (with better graphics) , why yes.
- (do not ask me why my mom are hysterical) now is useless.

eeeee, special supplement to the viewers, the count of good intentions met last year! * Goes
to get it back again *

"Take a decent rating in all subjects. Why is fine, UNLESS YOU do not sucks, but neither is it a good mark and I hope to get a top grade to the next version of Greek.

· be promoted, but it seems obvious. No one wants to stay here

· Ending my suspended a thousand stories, because they go on for over a month and I'm not done yet. And I got to a twelve chapters. The other must be a hundred and I was three ... so, better hurry.

· read those damn books I bought , because it is a sin. Ok, I devoured in three seconds "The Tales of Beedle the Bard, but I have yet to read" Lolita, "" bride "and" forbidden words ".

· be more patient , because I seem to be too edgy. I must be calm and patient, without any silly to get angry.

· Be less timid, because it's idiotic be anxious for trivial.

· update my repertoire, because they are right, I feel music for old people. But it's not my fault if I do not like singers neomelodici? "

well, finished u_u

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eliatheas @ 2009-12-26T12: 03:00

Yesterday was Christmas, d'oh.
And I am forgot to wish it to half the world population. Well, it's okay.

Happy Boxing Day.
count?

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i want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask

1. In less than a week is Christmas and I still have to buy gifts.
2. are definitely rocketed, but because of the cold.
3. It's cold and freezes, but there's even a bit 'of snow. I want neeeeeve ç___ç know that I have never seen snow? be ', now you know. I
4. mathematics is * when *
5. emotion I put in wikipedia Latin and understand something I enjoyed. I'm an idiot. It 's always the fault of the cold.
6. I saw that on Wikipedia there is a page dedicated to all Latin phrases. I went to the jujube broth, are happy too * w * I'm doing a culture, oggliea.
7. I got a thing for Undisclosed Desires and I belong to you, Muse. I love them, love them * w * I do not feel much at least forty-eight hours. I'm writing an original
8. very original * and then collapsed over the world *
9. I already made the poster of the original.
10. I finished reading The Picture of Dorian Gray and I have been icy for a couple of days. Then I dreamed again of Dorian Gray all old and wrinkly with a knife in the heart, near the portrait. I am afraid I do.
11. I reread old journals of medium and so I laughed a page and the other as well. Goddess, how I was ridiculous.
12. Tomorrow is my last day of school, then Tuesday is the show at the Palais des Sports. Tuesday
13. do not know if I can get the dress that I bought because it is too cold. But I do not care, I'll put the same.
14. sucks with Christmas presents, I believe that my classmates were horrified when they see their gifts.
15. I found my phone. I had left in the jacket, lit. In 24 hours no one has tried, I feel lonely ç___ç
16. I did two songs with the wall of the Muse and I'm above chart a bang!
17. My pc connects and disconnects all the more.
18. I put the tray in order of the books the other day and now is again upside down. Miiii, who ordered that.
19. I still cold.
20. My hands are frozen so that I can not even press the keys on the keyboard.
21. And nothing I'm really broken this time of writing nonsense.

xoxo, El

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OMG, again?

1. I took the plunge: to continue to do lists unnecessary, as you can happily note.
2. I did the test and I think it went well. The guy was nice and ... fun, come on. This was not bad at all.
3. hate my Italian teacher. We all know that the questions that I made were worth much more than you are, we all know. They are modest, but when it is true is true. We know that. And he put me on six school report. Sei. Six of the hours that I spent in bed when I was sick the night and the next day I went to school, however, for the question of geography. SEI. But not kill him, eh?
4. I got to the greek version 7 +, which is not so bad, come on.
5. I want to kill u_u
6. I had an argument with my mother because I wanted pizza and she finally bought me the Buitoni frozen pizza. But ...!
7. The school report, apart from Italian, it was not bad at all. All more than seven, except that mathematics continues to be a 5 and then Italian, and geography of the above.
8. A. I would call, but I would not bother you. I'm afraid to disturb the people, it's scary.
9. I want someone to embrace tightly. I want to eat
10. the more crap crap.
11. My mom arranged my room this morning and now I can not find anything.
12. Yesterday I saw Jennifer's Body. What a stupid thing, oh.
13. are in withdrawal from the show. E 'concern.
14. I want to talk to people. Even with those in my class that I can not stand. I guess I need to canc.
15. I dreamed again Dorian Gray. Rinchiudetemi. It 's my subconscious telling me that I must see the movie. But rinchiudetemi same.
16. I got a thing for 'All I Want for Christmas Is You'. He sang for three days, together with the English Christmas songs I learned in sixth grade.
17. I'm happy, even if it seem.
18. I wish it was already Christmas. I would like a lot of things, really.
19. Tomorrow I'll be bored to death, but I shall stand to the satisfaction of taking mental insults GS
20. Nothing. I want to go to school, I decided u_u

xoxo, El

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twenty stupid things

... some thing?

1. I set with The Vampire Diaries. I have seen all the episodes in one day. I'm reading the e-book. I fear itself.
2. Tuesday I have the Trinity test and are terrified. I can not speak English because I'm doing?
3. I like writing and I have an idea for an original.
4. My greek phrases do not make sense. I can not learn the aorist. I do not know because obviously I hate to skin.
5. However, Latin is too much. I did it in two seconds, even phrases from Italian. I begin to scare me.
6. Tomorrow mathematics could question me, but is the week of the student, so no, we just have to convince her.
7. For tomorrow I have to learn by heart 'A Silvia' until verse 31, but I learned it all because I'm an idiot.
8. Tomorrow will not come to school because he has the exam. I will be alone in the bank. The teacher will ask me to go read The Betrothed next to him. Chilling.
9. I bought one of those shirts that you bring with stockings underneath. Green. With striped stockings green, blue and black. I felt pretty yesterday. I'm going to wear for the party that will institute the meeting of 22.
10. Soon it's Christmas and I feel like a normal family, though it is an impossibility.
11. least ten books I'm reading at the same time.
12. I fastened with Rritratto of Dorian Gray. The other night I dreamed of Dorian Gray. I do not know what he did, I do not remember, but it was chilling. I fixed too.
13. I want to have real friends. I'm tired of virtual life .
14. I'm writing a lot of unrelated things just because you write something serious and continuous, probably would fall into melodramatic.
15. And in the end, I feel a bit 'happy anyway.
16. I do not want to go to school tomorrow, but we'll have to go for strength.
17. Soon there will be talks and I'll still 5 in mathematics.
18. I changed the layout because I was new and because I prefer the simple things, thank you.
19. I see it. I dare not imagine what could happen during the Christmas holidays, if only for two days so I am.
20. And no, I'm tired.

xoxo, El

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Title: Allow me
Author: mattomero
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters / Couple : Germany / North Italy.
Rating: PG
Prompt: 7. Let
Word Count: 401
Warnings: Shounen-ai .
Disclaimer: The characters described here belong author, Hidekazu Himaruya.

Notes:
1. The characters created by Himaruya are merely personifications of the various nations of the world, if it may offend you ... look for another reading. XD
2. Again these characters possess its name "human" but, in the case of Italy (split into two characters by the author, South Italy and North Italy - to emphasize how many centuries for our two "sides" have remained divided ), there is more of a name to which you can refer to. Northern Italy is shown by Himaruya (and soul of Hetalia) as Venice Italy, while his real name is Feliciano Vargas.

Allow me

"I do not think it's time to stop?"

Germany's voice comes softer, beneath the layers of sheets and blankets his bed.
"Not yet," he says, just as muffled grunt.
other side of the barricade soft, Ludwig began to be weary of this hide and capricious.
"It's late," warns him, severe, "You must hurry."
"Let the Right."
German, interdict, is silent for a moment, without really understanding the meaning of that whisper.
"What ...?"
Without warning, Feliciano pulls down the wall of cotton and flannel in pastel colors, with surprise that that effect is unaware of being able to create, and their hands are already touching , could hardly do otherwise.
"In your mind." He whispers sweet that he could die. "Let the Right."

Ludwig not responding - is still trying to decode his words and savor the sound - but happy smiles, and his thoughts about , become confused and rather strange, warm and shy and are reduced to a useless pulp, stumbling and producing a sound Wallop! echoing in a distant corner of his mind.
Suddenly, you'd think that that's one morning with absolutely no sense, as well as the request of Venice, and the beauty is that he can not say or do anything to prevent that, as usual, that silly send him any jelly in the mental faculties remained.
And in fact all that mutters, little decoration, is: "Italy ...?".

For once, no screens and no explanation from pouring out of himself, Germany feels stupid at least double what the other nation may seem, while you observe the fingers - the mirror symmetry of her - and suddenly aware that that hand is so small that its might just swallow it. Italy

But, again perky and cheerful, more than ever, does not allow him to continue with these speculations.
"Two heads are better than a set by myself!" This slogan suggests that, happy as a clam and for no apparent reason.

Or rather, there is a reason - and Ludwig suspected his identity.
Since it is able to understand, in a sense, the simplest words that hide behind the artifact speech that Feliciano has only tried to reach out.
is likely to mean, more or less, something like There'm here, you know? It's about time you knew it. You are not alone, I mean.

Yes .. something.

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Title: Work of Art
Author: mattomero
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters / Couple : Germany / North Italy.
Rating: PG
Prompt: 2. Disarm you with a smile
Word Count: 312
Warnings: Shounen-ai .
Disclaimer: The characters described here belong to the author, Hidekazu Himaruya.

Notes:
1. The characters created by Himaruya are merely personifications of the various nations of the world, if it may offend you ... look for another reading. XD
2. Again these characters possess its name "human" but, in the case of Italy (split into two characters by the author, South Italy and North Italy - to emphasize how many centuries for our two "sides" have remained divided ), there is more of a name to which you can refer to. Northern Italy is shown by Himaruya (and soul of Hetalia) as Italy Venetian, while his real name is Feliciano Vargas.

Work of Art

Incredible how the watch face to think of God, Mother Nature or whoever for them because everyone is guilty of the guilt of it is created, it is , managed to create a masterpiece. A triumph of stupidity and stuff "kawaii" as could be said Kiku.
A true work of art, no matter what is said by those unbelievers who do not know.

Here's why.

Feliciano is a complete incompetent, unreliable every point of view, idiot, coward and morbidly attached to his pasta.
short, not fight, can not distinguish a hand grenade from his safe, he can not tie his shoes or to extricate herself out of trouble when he goes to nestle. The only things he does well are: boil water for macaroni, manufacture white flags and cut and run in the decisive moments.
But ... the fact remains that he who prepares the dough is the best.
And no one would ever think of white flags custom .
Not to mention that flight or flight, is still a perfect runner.

But what makes it truly is a masterpiece that. That smile.
It is not the perfect white teeth, or the fullness of the lips, or the harmony of her features, when that expression shape. Is that what
smile has the power to convince him to do anything for him to forget his nonsense and insults directed at his beloved sausage, forced him to restrain himself, whenever he would like to tell him (other ) four; surprises him in the most unlikely, leaving him with his mouth open, defenseless. What More importantly, it makes a sort of gelatinous human paradox - so vulnerable, and at the same time a hundred times stronger.

So, who knows - maybe if Ludwig relents and runs again to save at every opportunity, despite everything, he knows that this masterpiece of a smile is his reward.

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Title: Costume
Author: mattomero
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters / Couple : Germany / North Italy (implied), South Italy / North Italy (onesided).
Rating: PG13
Prompt: 3. Wear the empty class
Word Count: 222
Warnings: Shounen-ai , set in the postwar period.
Disclaimer: The characters described here belong to the author, Hidekazu Himaruya.

Notes:
1. The characters created by Himaruya are merely personifications of the various nations of the world, if it may offend ... look for another reading. XD
2. Again these characters possess its name "human" but, in the case of Italy (split into two characters by the author, South Italy and North Italy - to emphasize how many centuries for our two "sides" have remained divided ), there is more of a name to which you can refer to. Northern Italy is shown by Himaruya (and soul of Hetalia) as Italy Venetian, while his real name is Feliciano Vargas.
3. The title should be understood as "costume / dress scene - But this is, of course, at the discretion of the reader.

Costume

The smiling face of happiness is like a Sunday suit, worn occasionally and carefully placed in the closet after use. That kind of frill in which one holds to seem more beautiful, happy, confident.

(Sorridi. ..?)

But it is also the outfit that has worked hard to Lovino long time before he could get it, touch it and enjoy it.

(Rehearse?)

Feliciano's smile is a beautiful dress you hide under a veil of plastic to prevent dust from the ruins, one made of fine fabrics and delicate, so fragile that you always fear to crease or tear over nothing - and Lovino struggled too because that smile, already so little real, fade and fade away under his nose.

(I know.)

But there is something wrong.
He pretends not to notice - his brother would open yet another tear in my heart, if she found was not a good actor - but there's something wrong at all.

(I know why you do it.)

The new smile Feliciano know yet.
is tenuous. Immature.

(It's his fault , no?)

see him every day, so forced and fake, it hurts so much.

(It's his fault.)

Lovino And realize not being able to get the pretty dress coveted and desired, but only the pale phantom who wears it.

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Title: Love of War
Author: mattomero
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters / Couple : Germany / North Italy (implied), America, South Italy.
Rating: PG
Prompt: 1. Slow like honey
Word Count: 848
Warnings: Shounen-ai , set in the postwar period.
Disclaimer: The characters described here belong author, Hidekazu Himaruya.

Notes:
1. The characters created by Himaruya are merely personifications of the various nations of the world, if it may offend you ... look for another reading. XD
2. Again these characters possess its name "human" but, in the case of Italy (split into two characters by the author, South Italy and North Italy - to emphasize how many centuries for our two "sides" have remained divided ), there is more of a name to which you can refer to. Northern Italy is shown by Himaruya (and also in the anime of Hetalia) as Venice Italy, while his real name is Feliciano Vargas.
3. The fanfiction is the title track to the # 22 album containing the soundtrack of the animated film Howl's Moving Castle (Howl's Moving Castle ).

Love of War

Alfred Vargas paused in the doorway, breathing in the strange quiet that reigned there.
In fact, should have been in his room to prepare for the luggage - the war is over, finished his task in the boot, it was time to return - but could not really calm down.
feel a sense of disquiet among those walls.
Solitude. Tetra, pervasive loneliness.

*

felt her sighs. The sobbing without tears.
Every single word was a spirit of sadness and resignation.

"This war has left you so destroyed?" He asked.
"It's not that. Is that ... I miss her. "
" Missing? The war? The love so much to miss them? "

Feliciano answered him in one way.

"Yes . But it's not that I'm missing the war. "

and then disappear. Material remains there, but his eyes went out, slowly, as the flame of a candle without wax to be consumed.
He spent his days sitting on the veranda, a prisoner of last summer languor, which they exchanged for lighter vapor clouds, the distant light of a full day and the sunset that slowly slips along the walls and compact, like maple syrup.
In that strange air, suffocating and cloying, Feliciano seemed increasingly like a bug is fixed in a drop of amber. Hoodwinked by his own honey bee. When the evening

dissolve the spell and refreshes the mind, making the resumption time to rush, the young Italian was gone in a dusty ravine any of the big house and decorated with cracks and drafts.

But he could not understand.
is not the war I'm missing.
could not understand. *

In the afternoon, his figure appeared out of nowhere when it was surrounded by the quiet villa.
dark brown hair just touched by the rays of the setting sun. The sad eyes, underneath a bit '- so - angry.

"You know when you leave a person, although you want to stay close? When you are forced to separate because, although it is your whole world, you know you're doing something wrong and can not or will not give you listening? "

Alfred said the boy - like a strange vision, the dream fading a late afternoon, his voice seemed to vibrate for the first time - and nodded.
"Yes, I have this."
Now he understood. Now beginning to understand .

"These endless battles have brought death and despair in many countries, yet kept us close. So, yes, sometimes I even miss the war, the constant threat of terror at the front of the ... the knowledge that they could die at every step. "

And there she saw. From that something different that had seen its angry eyes, the same and yet different from the empty ones she saw every day looking out to the veranda.

"Lovin ...?" stammered, feeling foolish for not having noticed before. "You too, then ...?"

"No, you misunderstood." I interrupted. "My brother, he is that she's ... love. I that does not fail - you will understand, I've never agreed with the alliance. But I see him like this ... and I feel nostalgia for that period, when Feliciano was still himself and damned-eating potatoes had the power to make him smile. As it stands now ... It is as if he were dead. "

Their little world of amber and honey bitter silent, and the wind decided to run away from the leaves of orange trees in the garden.

Alfred expectations; Romano sat down, tired and angry, on the steps of the veranda.

"Do you think angry with me?"
"Why are you that you have them separated? No, I do not think. "He narrowed his eyes, stretching his legs on the steps. "Happiness is not in a position to blame anyone. And he knows, who was in the wrong. "

He took off his glasses, resting his elbows on his knees.

"You say it's just sad, then?" He tried, in spite of everything, did not like being the cause of the sorrow of others.
"Of course it is. Me too. "Lovin cleared his throat, putting his shoulder to one of the pillars of wood. "I would have him."

A slight sigh burst from her lips.

"How do you identify with so much in him?" He asked.
The back of the dark young man stiffened, the U.S. realized that he had touched a sore point, as far as I would have done without.
If nothing else, they said, was a kind of key still hurt him as well.

"Everyone can happen to miss something important." Lovino finally answered.
"Or someone," Alfred would suggest.
The other gave no sign of having heard. He was rather astonished at the contemplation of the last glow bright green foliage in the garden.
forking of new glasses and just sigh, the young man stood up, determined to finish the bag to return home as soon as possible - but his plans had to wait.

"And you? You really are not superficial than it seems? "

Alfred closed his eyes, mind, a green much like the one from which Roman seemed to be so attracted.

"Really . Yes, really ... less than it seems. "

Verde. Something gl'insinuò doubt that he, maybe ...

"Lovin? For if you know someone with green eyes? "
" Eh? "

And the guilty and amazed expression on his face said it all.

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Title: Remind me of Those Days
Author: mattomero
Fandom: Hetalia
couple Axis Powers: Germany / North Italy
Rating: PG
Prompt: 6. I kept your tie
Word Count: 316
Warnings: Shounen-ai ; assumes that HRE is nothing but the party girl of Germany.
Disclaimer: The characters described here belong to 'Author, Hidekazu Himaruya.

Notes:
1. The characters created by Himaruya are merely personifications of the various nations of the world, if it may offend you ... look for another reading. XD
2. Again these characters possess its name "human" but, in the case of Italy (split into two characters by the author, South Italy and North Italy - to emphasize how many centuries for our two "sides" have remained divided ), there is more of a name to which you can refer to. Northern Italy is shown by Himaruya (and soul of Hetalia) as Italy Venetian, while his real name is Feliciano Vargas.

Remind me of Those Days

Feliciano does not remember exactly how it is done, in the closet. But
bristles rather than untrimmed and very worn that auction of wooden remember very well.

So, stretch your hands and make that object - that should not belong to him, as it is in the house of Ludwig - has never been so automatic.
reminds us, of course I remember.
His fingers nor wise texture, rough where the wood is chipped, smooth at the points where the time and wear have had a greater effect. The mind works
memories, linked them together with colored ribbons of simple melodies and unknown, the scent of flowers and dreams of green fields that hope.
course I remember.
There have been times when the stick was a natural extension of his hands, small, shy and cheeky if necessary. But one day long ago, he decided to part with it, because he could help to keep it in your heart. That put mop.
not a withered rose in a book, not a letter of which retain the odor, not a precious jewel or a shoe from Cinderella, no. A wretched mop.

That still does not know, happy as ever is in the German utility, after so many years.

"Germany ...?"

seem ages ago.

"Why is he here?"

are no past centuries?

"because it served to remind me of you."

The words seem almost to have been dug out of the mouth with a pair of tongs, but his sincerity is disarming. Most muscular man - Italy now knows - is and remains a naive kid from the ways a bit 'rough, but simple. And, wonder among the wonders, he also manages to be sweet in its own way.

"But what may serve you now, if I'm here?"

Oh, it is likely that if you're wondering, too.
Maybe it's just because it is a good memory.
Or maybe it's because they are still afraid of having to live only in memories.

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Title: Midnight waltz
Author: mattomero
Fandom: Hetalia
couple Axis Powers: Germany / North Italy
Rating: PG13
Prompt: 5. The ballroom at midnight
Word Count: 336
Warnings: Shounen-ai , set during the World Wars
Disclaimer: The characters described here belong to the author, Hidekazu Himaruya

Notes:
1. The characters created by Himaruya are merely personifications of the various nations of the world if it can offend ... look for another reading. XD
2. Again these characters possess its name "human" but, in the case of Italy (split into two characters by the author, South Italy and North Italy - to emphasize how many centuries for our two "sides" have remained divided ), there is more of a name to which you can refer to. Northern Italy is shown by Himaruya (and soul of Hetalia) as Italy Venetian, while his real name is Feliciano Vargas.

Midnight waltz

The world is plunged into an abyss of madness.

And he is not just a terrified boy, whom the madness and the thunder of guns were stolen sleep. It's just an Italian
any, helpless, awake in the night like many others, frightened the living room empty, with bare feet on cold floor.

"Enough!"

never been accustomed to this music.
the kind that steals your soul, you devour my mind, keeps you from thinking about anything else - Blows away the most tender memories of Austrian piano that played for him, he bursts into his quiet and forces him to keep his eyes open - and he did not take it anymore.

"Stop!"

is tired of fast pirouettes of gunpowder that gets fired halfway between heaven and earth. Tired
dell'assordante minuet of machine guns, tired of the impromptu dance of the soldiers, like a childish game, end all down to earth.

"Stop! Stop it! "

Feliciano never wanted this.
was content to have regained the confidence of Ludwig and to live with him again.
There was nothing else.

"Stop!"

did not need anything else.

"Italy!"


Germany is back. It is incredibly pale and does not seem strong and untouchable as always has been - and there is one hole in the left sleeve of his uniform, so innocently streaked with red - but is back .
is there. For a breath.

"Italy," calling him. Feliciano only now realizes he's still in a corner of the room, crouched on the cold tile floor, barefoot and shivering.
"Another nightmare?" Ludwig wants to know, while his waxen face and tried overlap of just rosy cheeks and divided slowly fades, giving way to the black tank top from the air so well. Italy
shakes his head, feeling the tears emerge with arrogance and the cold turned into a gentle warmth.
"Italy
...?" And the floor is already returned to be a soft bed, when you leave to drown in the warm comfort of his arms.

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Title: Fireworks
Author: mattomero
Fandom: Hetalia
couple Axis Powers: Germany / North Italy
Rating: PG
Prompt: 4. Under this artificial light
Word Count: 177
Warnings: Shounen-ai ; set during the World Wars
Disclaimer: The characters described here belong to the author, Hidekazu Himaruya

Notes:
1. The characters created by Himaruya are merely personifications of the various nations of the world, if it may offend you ... look for another reading. XD
2. Again these characters possess its name "human" but, in the case of Italy (split into two characters by the author, South Italy and North Italy - to emphasize how many centuries for our two "sides" have remained divided ), there is more than a name which can be reference. Northern Italy is shown by Himaruya (and soul of Hetalia) as Italy Venetian, while his real name is Feliciano Vargas.

Fireworks

The sky in the distance, lights up a dull glow, which is extinguished in a matter of seconds.
Like a star that gives way to their sisters, like a flower, with terrible and seductive, that blossoms suddenly into the black of the night and fades on the horizon, falling on the same earth that generated it.
"Q-those are fireworks, v-it? "
Feliciano's voice is a whisper that (too) hoarse, almost dominated by the roar of the lights and the screams are heard from the field. Ludwig turns, holding the gun firmly to the side.
"Do not be silly, Ital-" In a whisper, his words die and vocal cords are refusing to continue.
Italy tremble in his uniform worn and dirty ground and blood, screaming, her eyes in the dark.
eyes of those who refuse to see .
And his mind closes them, eyes , Reprising a veil, while the hand is shaking and that of Venice, palm to palm, fingers between toes. He would not want to go along, really.
... And what else could be ...?" But
protect it, yes.

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1. Slow like honey

2. Disarm you with a smile

3. Wear the empty class

4. Under this artificial light

5. The ballroom at midnight

6. I kept your tie

7. Let

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Nature, Foreground, Big Picture, and Shape

 

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Present Tense - Legnese

Sì, sono viva.
Magari scriverò post a short apology et explanations and the like.
I do not know what will interest the world, though.

half are locked at home, but had wanted to escape and feeling vaguely creative in how I managed to scribble something. E 'out something a bit' nonsense, but at least is a step to continue the table diecisudieci . Ollleeeee!

Author: blackfriday83
Beta Reader: -
Genre: general nonsense
Rating: 14+
Avvertimenti: -
Personaggi: Emer, Thyst
Claim: Emer, Thyst
Tema: 13. Chocolate Brown
Introduzione/Note/Whatevs: ahhh boh. Correggibile, come al solito.

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