Heart Shaped Vulva Stencils

This fanfiction was written for the writing community Ten out of Ten.


Title: Fair-sized Pantyhose and Croissants
Author: mattomero
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Comedy ,
fluff Rating: PG
Warnings: Shounen-ai.
Characters: Germany, Northern Italy.
Claim: September 10 - Strip me, Germany / North Italy.
Theme: 03. socks.
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

Fair-sized Pantyhose and Croissants

Germany was so used to the strange (the idiocy, mostly) of Italy that could not even surprised when she found him trying to slip a couple of tiny, white socks for women. Simply, he frowned.
"I do not understand," he complained while Feliciano, pulling hard, "but to put a child forever!"
Ludwig could not help but raise her eyes, pushing the boy down on the bed and try to file away the socks, trying to give the calves a human - or at least different from that of two sausages close all & rsquo ; unlikely in a pair of tights.
"Ger ...?"
ignored him and for a time 'was silent, her cheeks red as tomatoes, while trying not to think of the slender legs that was slowly discovering, veiled leather d & rsquo ; goose just cool morning air.
"Stupid." Sentences, a solemn When he had finished. "If you really want a pair of socks," he continued, staring at a point at random in a corner at random, "you to buy the right size."
's face Feliciano was profuse in a ' expression raised, and yet radiant - as when he found himself in front of a steaming bowl of macaroni.
"Ah, luckily," exulted with a huge smile. "You know, I thought I wanted to do things the other night perverted right now that I have not even had breakfast! Ah, think of France this morning ... "
Germany, without the word perverted, turned pale. He bit his lip quivering with indignation, and yet unable to hurt one hair.
... and I brought some croissants! But I resisted because I wanted to get dressed first e. .. "He thought
socks, Ludwig, and all'allettante prospect of using them to gag.
... understand? I was not good?! But now I get so hungry eat two, in fact, three pizza! Indeed, we four, or ... "He thought
of gag seriously, Ludwig - maybe even tie it - but then gave up the idea: his reputation as a sex maniac was already too widespread so that he could afford to provide further evidence on your own.
... and then, we have breakfast together? Perhaps the croissants are still warm! "
"..."
And he, resigned but not exactly annoyed by the proposal, agreed to stand still for a while ', while Italy's account of what he had to have spaghetti the night before, to succeed falling asleep.

final note: the
Me I'm laughing in his sleeve. XD
I had written for the third or fourth, but I had left it there, waiting to finish the others. Well, the others I have not yet finished - for a couple I have not a clear idea ... - But I read it again and I thought "Publish! Must publish. "
You know what? I did not remember having stuck to the spaghetti at the end ... it was a surprise for me too. XD
For the next, expect the return of sexy! Feliciano * hearts * nini-nini-

Ironing Board Lever Broke

what I smoked, seriously? I take time

Today I had a strange dream, it seemed that he had written Stephen King or someone like that, well, I'm scared. Apart from that, lately, before falling asleep I remember always that damn Cat and I do not know why, maybe I'm a little 'smoke too. It terrifies me to die, do not know why ç__ç
However, apart from Cheshire, my dream is truly terrifying. I lived in a school like Hogwarts, but I was not me, I was a strange girl - and eventually I was also Rose Weasley, but only at the end - and that school was a kind of presence, a presence that he wanted to go bad living, had the soul of the boys. This happened every few years and I dreamed of - yes, in my dream - things that had happened fifty years earlier, as had happened. He was a boy the center of it all, the presence inspired him to kill a lot of people and then committed suicide in a dream and saw that he committed suicide, just saw that the presence - which was sort of a stone statue, which I never saw in his face - was coming. He was in a kind of forest of metal, metal, and took a branch was opened by the arm and in that moment I dreamed of waking from a dream, and always in the dream, I went to do research, but I could not find anything . The thing is that I thought I was the girl who was influencing the presence, for I could feel their presence, but I was not, because at that moment I see a guy I know named Dorian - I do not know how I know, I just know - that is to do the same thing that had the boy in my dream and then I run all the way to stop him and at that moment, I find the diaries of people who were alive when these things had happened years earlier and then I go to tell him that Dorian has to stop, I know how to end it all, but it's too late for him is already open and the arm is bleeding to death and I can not do anything. At the moment I wake up.
Now, dear writer of my dream, WHAT HAVE YOU SMOKED? Really, this morning I woke up scared and I was also afraid to open my eyes. E 'was awful and I still carry on that feeling, as if I were still in the dream. The horrible thing is that tonight then pulled by a wind storm and I must have thrown everything in the dream ç__ç
No, okay, no matter.
Maybe Dad, in this or next week, brings me back to see Alice in The Wonderland, oooh. I had asked him to go and see Paranormal Activity, but have since been removed from the cinema I suggested
to see us and he said Alice Siiiii. I know that his promises are a bit 'as this month, a bit' and it rains a bit '
the sun comes out and does not decide anything, but I want to hope. yes, I know I've already seen, but I need to see it again, I want to review it and propose
at all until someone tells me yes.
And I seriously going to jump in all the holes that from now on will be on the road, sooner or later
find the right one. I want my Wonderland. It 'was not always so, since
child. I had a tremendous fear of Wonderland, but we wanted to go, as I wanted to go to Hogwarts
. Yes, today I smoked something I, too, probably.

xoxo, El
(ah, the meeting was today, I waited an hour and a half it started to cool and then, when it started, I left. U_u I'm a genius)

Sample Of A Church Program

Written for the writing community Mezza_tabella .

Title: Stardust flavored
Fandom: Letter Bee (Tegami Bachi).
Torque: Gauche Suede / Lag Seeing.
Prompt: 28. Tears.
Rating: PG .
Summary: But know sugar.
Warnings: Shounen-ai (free interpretation), shotacon (?).
Notes: Vaguely nonsense, shounen-ai ... but just to see us know, eh. Shotacon XD, that big word! XD
Link to set: So long, crybaby .

Stardust flavored

(I can not say no to you)
shouldn ' t let you conquer me Completely
Evanescence - Good enough

faint star climbs canoe on the perpetual darkness of Litus Campbell, throwing what little light on their paradoxical picture.

(The first) paradox (which surely will notice the observer) is at the mercy of that happy little face desperately - that cheek rubbing against his plan - for days when he was to to have his life in his hands.
Equally paradoxical is (albeit in a gentle and harmonious blend of shapes and volumes), as her sobbing against his shoulder might be reassuring, for they tell you what important to him.
(Close the elegant - and so broken and sad and the moon - composition of a frame, paradoxical as the content): his tears, which fall randomly between the lips.
could have a thousand flavors.
may be bitter, with a pinch of salt.
Pinch as were spices, burn like peppers and more, perhaps.
know Instead of sugar .

It is like the sudden urge to wrap it again.

Notes:
do not know. XD
Say "Shotacon" makes me feel like a pervert, I agree, but basically there is nothing ... you know ... carnal here. Only these are thoughts that: thoughts. Needless to say, I
amoadorovenero Gauche, and I regret not being able to represent it as it is - or as I believe it to be. However, in my mind he is , and maybe one day I can pull it out from there.
Lag ... is dipped nell'angst fluff or angst filled with fluff, I have not yet well understood. XD But there still remains a cupid, even when not actually present. * Nods *

Lab One Diffusion Ad Osmosis

I take my time.
I decided now. I take time to see if quell'aereoplanino paper should be thrown out or not. I take time to decide whether to stop or groped forward. I know that maybe I am making a mess at all, for a paper airplane, but to me it means much more.
I tore the sheet of poetry. I do not know if you remember, a few months ago I wrote a poem. Today I tore the paper into little pieces and I threw it away while fixing the camera. I have not had the courage to delete it from the pc, but I tried to throw it out of my life. What a stupid thing, like I could do something like that. I also tried to throw away the toy airplane paper, but did not succeeded. I have it on your desk right now and sometimes I look at it. I would ignore it, I would not have to do with him, I would like a lot of things. But it scares me to think that we are thinking just that. I would like to throw it. I wish I had never taken a crush.
I take time, maybe it's better that way. I have to think, I understand what's happening. Some time ago I would have thought you could only imagine to throw something that had to do with him. But time goes by and I change my mind at times.
I take time, maybe it's better that way.