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do you ever feel like breaking down?

" How do you feel today?"
Route. Broken. Tired. About to fall, as if my whole life was falling down. I want to cry, even though I have wept since I came back home. As if I did not get enough. As if it never went well. As if my only friend I had just said that I act stupid I do not want to be questioned when I'm bad. As if I had a broken heart. As if my life was falling down . As if I understood something in English, but really do not understand anything, Professor.
"I feel tired. I did not sleep yesterday "
Sometimes lies are better than the truth. Cost you less.

go to Campania, bury my head in books.
will to something, at least.

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


Title: Sugar's in the air
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: 08. pants.
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

Sugar's in the air

must be something in the air of the first morning, it softens. Something like icing on a cake and almonds with candied fruit. Something like warm milk and buttery biscuits, chocolate and maybe even freshly baked.
Germany spends a few seconds motionless, trapped in the languor of a Sunday morning, undecided whether to open their eyes or not.

Then he wins .

The Idiot-eat pasta-a-free ride that he is standing, standing by the bed, with the elastic boxers rolled up to form at least three layers, while trying to hold onto a pair of pants.
Oh . That was it.
that he is gentle. With hands clasped the hem of his trousers, and that the curl upwards veee of disappointment that just curled his lips.

Germany flares, and saturated with blood sugar rises to the head.
more returns can not be any trace of eroticism in the expression of joy, but the stomach jumps and twirls and whirls like a washing machine, even if you have not washed, ie, eaten anything.
It's just that Italy is so stupidly self that becomes irresistible, and he can not do anything but rise.
Rising and get close to him and look into his eyes and with intensity and pointing out that the damned pants continue to fall for her because they are , goddammit.

Final notes:
No. Comment.
That is, for me the two of them are so, period. Uh ... I think.