Pontes et Osculati - August 2
Title: Pontes et Osculati
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Ancient Greece, Ancient Rome.
Genres: comedy, sentimental.
Rating: yellow.
Summary: fanfiction participating in the initiative "2010: a year together" CoS
issued in Rome was a lazy person for petty things. Could bear the heaviest attack, fights with Germany, which lasted for whole nights, with the bickering that old lady of Carthage. But the heat
no, could not do do.
[Ancient Greece and Rome]
Notes: - physics dealing with Greece and Rome and the pure force and weight, and elementary classical physics.
- Why Rome is an expert in Greece? Because it is undeniable that the Romans were impassable for urbanization and especially in the construction of aqueducts, arches etc-and then use the more physical practice.
- The title means Bridges and kisses (:
- The names of Greece and Rome Sonos results invented by me, because I have not found any others. _. Aspasia and Octavian (:
- The rest is licensed poetry. The fanfiction is involved in the
2010: A Year togheter issued Collection of starlight, with the prompt 169. "Surely you do not reach for physics, but you have a physical ... "
Rome was a lazy person for petty things. Could bear the heaviest attack, fights with Germany, which lasted for whole nights, with the bickering that old lady of Carthage. But the heat
no, could not bear to do.
Avoid drinking, going out in the sun, trying to stay as still as possible. But nothing. The city was a huge furnace, and even go to the theater or the circus became a torture.
So he decided to go down to the South: Greece could meet and spend time watching the beautiful sea of Sicily, perhaps under a pergola of vines.
Oh, it was great, by Jove!
Too bad that when he was reached at the magnificent residence of Aspasia found himself greeted by a dog pulcioso and flushed as he, without the woman had even deigned to come to greet him. Irritated
was in the house, making room to room, calling loudly. Nothing.
Eventually he found the balcony, sitting on an elegant chair, his back bent and his hair is completely out of place. He went
in silence and tried to touch a bare-shoulder dress had slipped and she, oddly, had not bothered to bring it up-but Aspasia suddenly turned his head and nailed him with eyes of fire.
Rome jumped back in terror: un'invasata seemed. Two deep shadows
the furrowed face, his eyes were small and little red veins going to the irises, because of fatigue, hair was ruffled by the cool breeze, completely wild and there was something in his movements that disturbed man .
-What!? - Howled her. He hated those
his mood swings, he still remembered when I was almost castrated because had made a joke about one of his sculptures.
-I wanted to ... goodbye-he stammered. She grumbled something and turned back. Octavian then had the opportunity to approach and see what he was doing.
calculations. Numbers upon numbers. Geometry. Sketches of a subspecies of the bridge which on paper looked great. Decorations everywhere and a long series of bas-reliefs showing an old myth.
-Oh, said a bridge-happy, doing to sit next to her. I-like-he said, starting to do projects with expert touch. -What do you need? - Aspasia
Quick as lightning struck him on the back of the hand with the ruler, leaving a good sign red on olive skin of Rome. These
withdrew his hand, cursing and looking grim, then snorted and said, ah! Magnificent welcome! -
angrily sat down on the opposite side of the balcony, looking for something to pass the time. The thick vines hung full of the first clusters, unripe. Octavian realized that he had not cared for nothing and that small twigs sticking out here and there. Bored
begin to come off one by one, the sound of puffs of Aspasia, who did not seem to find their way into that sort of thing.
was a small little genius, I had to admit, but the practical things were her great unknown. He could spend hours arguing treatises on philosophy and medicine, but when it came to physics and engineering seemed to fall into utter failure.
very roughly finished pruning the trellis is found many small sticks in their hands. Puffing sat down and began tossing one and then take it back, counting the times when it resumed and welcoming of these moments to an expert juggler.
counts, however, irritated the already unstable nerves of Greece, who ordered him to shut up, throwing behind a rock, with whom he still held the scrolls that would otherwise have flown away.
-Okay! Okay! - Burst Rome, closing his eyes and sighed. What would do for that one, repeated in his head, but giving a sweet tone with the little " that there .
Almost without thinking started to stack the sticks do with listless, yawning and leaning his elbow on his legs crossed and using the arm as a support for the head, hanging out of boredom.
Within minutes he had built a small bridge in miniature, which was sustained without any problems and that the summer breeze from the sea was not bothered or wobble. Pleased
grinned, proud of its engineering work. Aspasia was
made curious observer, then annoyed, then amazed. His lips were thinned and narrowed eyes, looking grim and dreary.
-envy, eh-Rome arrogant grin, getting up and approaching her.
This did not answer, but got furious and sent to air all the work, stamping their feet on the floor and saying-oh! It's not fair! -
sheets began to twirl, blown by the wind that threw light. Ottaviano smiled to himself and touched her arm, shaking her head.
-I can always help you, are here for, you know, she whispered, hugging.
were those moments in which Greece could not understand who he faced. He expected her to start teasing and derision and laughing sadistically. Instead, he was consoling and offering his help again, although he had previously rejected. The Rome
hand touched her face and wiped the few tears that had fallen out of anger, kissed her forehead and smiled.
hands were rough, dirty and callused, but liked to Greece, because they knew how to fondle anyone else.
unwittingly found himself in the arms of Octavian, lying on that table cluttered with unnecessary tools and pens, with his face ecstatic in the middle of the breasts.
sweaty and panting were lying on the mosaic showing a hunting scene, the happy expression of Rome was given to the small burst of air that could be seen between the vines. Greece sighed, staring at the ceiling in turn shoot.
They felt their breaths and the sound of the sea.
-You know, you're not sure of the scope for either physical or engineering, Aspasia, but you have a physical ...- joked Ottaviano, studying it carefully and focusing on the soft shapes of the breasts and the flat line of the abdomen .
She blushed and looked shocked, enraged punched him between the legs, which took his breath away. She could not bear to be shot, not the two-bit hick! And
mattered little whether he had at hand all over the world, was a lout and a boor would have been!
crumpling in on itself in a fetal position, with tears in his eyes, Rome held his breath. Jupiter-
What gives me strength-muttered to himself, rolling on the ground in pain, his voice slightly more acute.
-Oh! Just can invoke Zeus! - Hissing gathered his things and left.
When he returned in the evening-he had spent the whole day walking on the beach, he noticed a new structure that united the two residential blocks, a well-made bridge, on the basis of the drawing she made. He went
amazed touched the pillars and solid on the bottom, right on the foot of the first column, there was a tiny incision, " to my physical "
Aspasia was stunned, then burst out laughing. A strong and heartfelt laughter, full of joy and love. Even in fields
Octavian felt it, smiled to himself and looked at the dog who had followed him.
little to do, - he said to the animal-confidence with women are just the best-
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
The Agitator Diego Rivera
Loneliness and individuality
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Today I was thinking about one thing: on individuality within nature.
As such man is a finding. He lives alone, eats, grows and dies in that manner.
Except for nine months in his entire life living alone, independently than the other beings around him.
One man alone can survive.
can get the basics. Logically, we should exclude a type of life like ours, but a kind of primitive life easier and it would be possible to think about it. There
into their own home. We get the food and it goes on.
So individuality is inherent in man.
If a man dies no other man died as a result. We are disconnected to each other, we do not have wireless ... to biological attack.
man in need of another in only two cases: the gestation and send out the species.
-Always if we suppose a primitive way of life-
Which is odd, thinking about it.
The man suddenly need someone else comes into play when a new life, as if nature were afraid that alone could not do it and who needs help.
The solitude is broken in that time has come where the world lives.
born from the union to live in solitude.
And when we die?
Maybe that is why that man has created a paradise, the Elysian fields or, in general, an afterlife. In the other world there is always a group, the individual falls, in a sense.
Hell or Heaven, there to be with other people. Legacies.
Nh. Thoughts and had a better sense in my head. _.
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deliquescent for the icon. Today I was thinking about one thing: on individuality within nature.
As such man is a finding. He lives alone, eats, grows and dies in that manner.
Except for nine months in his entire life living alone, independently than the other beings around him.
One man alone can survive.
can get the basics. Logically, we should exclude a type of life like ours, but a kind of primitive life easier and it would be possible to think about it. There
into their own home. We get the food and it goes on.
So individuality is inherent in man.
If a man dies no other man died as a result. We are disconnected to each other, we do not have wireless ... to biological attack.
man in need of another in only two cases: the gestation and send out the species.
-Always if we suppose a primitive way of life-
Which is odd, thinking about it.
The man suddenly need someone else comes into play when a new life, as if nature were afraid that alone could not do it and who needs help.
The solitude is broken in that time has come where the world lives.
born from the union to live in solitude.
And when we die?
Maybe that is why that man has created a paradise, the Elysian fields or, in general, an afterlife. In the other world there is always a group, the individual falls, in a sense.
Hell or Heaven, there to be with other people. Legacies.
Nh. Thoughts and had a better sense in my head. _.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Can There Be A 12cm Cyst In The Kidndey
Ruber Papaver - August 30
Title: Ruber Papaver - August 30
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Ancient Rome, Ancient Greece, Etruria (OC)
Rating: yellow
Genres: sentimental comedy.
Summary: fanfiction participating in the initiative "2010: A Year Together", issued by the Collection of starlight.
[Roman Empire / Ancient Greece, Etruria (OC!)]
The first time I saw her Rome's made a strange impression
[Pre-empire]
Notes: rants: *-* oh my first story on my OTP Hetalia. Greece and Rome Grandpa Mom *-*
I imagined their first meeting and would like to specify some things (:
Credits: for the image Nighten - Gail
The first time I saw her Rome's made a strange impression on the lady's face was perfectly smooth and relaxed, despite close to the eyes arose on small wrinkles, because of which, they said, the sun was to be taken during the trip.
The tunic that brought the divinely fell on him, leaving shoulders bare and olive smooth, well-governed, from elegant bearing and real.
He saw her from afar, under an olive tree, as he turned in his mouth an ear of corn.
was beautiful, beautiful. The hair was tied in a high tail, from which descends as a cascade, so many perfect curls and dark, swaying to move his horse.
was tired, he saw how moved his hand to swat flies and passed as if the sweat on his forehead.
He stopped with his burden a little badly cut in the marble fountain, a work of art that Rome had forged with his own hands.
The boy jumped up and began to run down the hill to the River.
She looked around suspiciously and when he saw the young man smile at her oddly raised an eyebrow. Hi-le-
he said, bowing slightly head.
She looked, then without saying anything she turned angrily. That guy smelled like sheep, for the love of Artemis!
He thought that he did not understand his language, so he went even further and waved his hands full of calluses and sores.
-Oh, get away! - Snapped, stepping back and looking grim. Damn thing he wanted from her, eh?
Across the river, a handsome man with dark hair and slanted eyes and screaming was coming to take.
Rome turned and squinted, looking bad Etruria. Jupiter Capitoline glared, then pumped a visionary!
Greece gave a last glance at the boy, who seemed suddenly darker, then smiled at his friend-just landed on the muddy ground along the Tiber, and greeted him.
spoke quickly, in a language rather nasal empire that the young could not understand and it bothered him terribly. Tarquin
turned and emitting a strange sound from his nose looked down, then shook his head, decorated with small braids and grumble: "Oh, the young shepherd-laughed softly, then took his arm and motioned to Greece his friends to load the cart with her on one of the barges with which it came.
-TU! Fermo, eh! Che ti spacco il naso con queste mani!- gli urlò contro Roma, come risvegliato dal sonno. Per un attimo scordò il bel viso della donna, quel viso che lo aveva fatto cadere in tranche, e si immerse completamente nella rabbia contro quel maledettissimo etrusco.
Questi rise, di una risata sottile e quasi femminea, poi salì con un rapido balzo sulla sua piccola barca e aiutò anche Grecia, che fissava sbalordita il ragazzo.
-Che fai scappi, eh?- gli urlò questo contro, buttandosi in acqua e cercando di raggiungerlo con ampie bracciate.
Quando riuscì ad aggrapparsi ad una delle assi di legno, ghignò trionfante, rising from within.
Etruria looked stunned, and for a moment trembled. Dripping, soaked, the goat-skin which was covered with dripping, his hair down over his forehead and did not bother even to spostarseli, the proud look on and was pointed at him.
With a quick gesture broke his nose, getting his knuckles, as if nothing had turned to Greece, who was staring at them with huge hazel eyes wide open.
Rome smiled slyly and the circle of rope tied on life took a little wilted poppy, those who resisted were not very hot in summer. He had caught while the meeting went, thinking that might like.
She handed him the little rod bent beneath the petals devalued, without another word.
She blushed. Under this older woman's face made his way more childish embarrassment, as if that action was new and had the upset, as if all his wisdom could not devise an action as simple. What a man
, he thought, seeing him returned to the water, laughing and going over to large strokes the blond Tiber.
returned to their camps and met with his flock, lying under the same olive tree. Under the head
poppies, in my mind the face of that magnificent goddess and utopian idea, concerning a future that, trembling, grew sharper and distinct.
Title: Ruber Papaver - August 30
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Ancient Rome, Ancient Greece, Etruria (OC)
Rating: yellow
Genres: sentimental comedy.
Summary: fanfiction participating in the initiative "2010: A Year Together", issued by the Collection of starlight.
[Roman Empire / Ancient Greece, Etruria (OC!)]
The first time I saw her Rome's made a strange impression
[Pre-empire]
Notes: rants: *-* oh my first story on my OTP Hetalia. Greece and Rome Grandpa Mom *-*
I imagined their first meeting and would like to specify some things (:
- Romano I imagined a boy and a pastor. This story takes place long before his empire, and then I do not think represent with appearances adult would be suitable. In contrast, Greece is a woman in her 35 years, but already pretty mature.
- The seven hills were on the Tiber, which was the point of exchange between the Magna Graecia and Etruria, here is how did the OC character! of Etruria. I am genuinely inspired by the sarcophagus of the spouses to delineate the figure of Tarquin / Etrutia, while from a character point of view I thought that Roman can not stand him and because he considered it a scialacquone pumped into the minds of the Romans, the Etruscans were often combined the monarchy, which was during the Republican was more or less like the plague: The fact that he is a mystic a reference to the famous divination recognized by the Etruscans.
- Greece, for me, keeps a double identity: a higher and more refined and a more-Athens-Sparta-brisk and rude, while the first port to avoid the second Roman elevates him and admires him .
- Finally, the poppy. The ancient Romans believed that alleviating the pains of love, while the ancient Greeks was a sign of fertility.
Credits: for the image Nighten - Gail
The first time I saw her Rome's made a strange impression on the lady's face was perfectly smooth and relaxed, despite close to the eyes arose on small wrinkles, because of which, they said, the sun was to be taken during the trip.
The tunic that brought the divinely fell on him, leaving shoulders bare and olive smooth, well-governed, from elegant bearing and real.
He saw her from afar, under an olive tree, as he turned in his mouth an ear of corn.
was beautiful, beautiful. The hair was tied in a high tail, from which descends as a cascade, so many perfect curls and dark, swaying to move his horse.
was tired, he saw how moved his hand to swat flies and passed as if the sweat on his forehead.
He stopped with his burden a little badly cut in the marble fountain, a work of art that Rome had forged with his own hands.
The boy jumped up and began to run down the hill to the River.
She looked around suspiciously and when he saw the young man smile at her oddly raised an eyebrow. Hi-le-
he said, bowing slightly head.
She looked, then without saying anything she turned angrily. That guy smelled like sheep, for the love of Artemis!
He thought that he did not understand his language, so he went even further and waved his hands full of calluses and sores.
-Oh, get away! - Snapped, stepping back and looking grim. Damn thing he wanted from her, eh?
Across the river, a handsome man with dark hair and slanted eyes and screaming was coming to take.
Rome turned and squinted, looking bad Etruria. Jupiter Capitoline glared, then pumped a visionary!
Greece gave a last glance at the boy, who seemed suddenly darker, then smiled at his friend-just landed on the muddy ground along the Tiber, and greeted him.
spoke quickly, in a language rather nasal empire that the young could not understand and it bothered him terribly. Tarquin
turned and emitting a strange sound from his nose looked down, then shook his head, decorated with small braids and grumble: "Oh, the young shepherd-laughed softly, then took his arm and motioned to Greece his friends to load the cart with her on one of the barges with which it came.
-TU! Fermo, eh! Che ti spacco il naso con queste mani!- gli urlò contro Roma, come risvegliato dal sonno. Per un attimo scordò il bel viso della donna, quel viso che lo aveva fatto cadere in tranche, e si immerse completamente nella rabbia contro quel maledettissimo etrusco.
Questi rise, di una risata sottile e quasi femminea, poi salì con un rapido balzo sulla sua piccola barca e aiutò anche Grecia, che fissava sbalordita il ragazzo.
-Che fai scappi, eh?- gli urlò questo contro, buttandosi in acqua e cercando di raggiungerlo con ampie bracciate.
Quando riuscì ad aggrapparsi ad una delle assi di legno, ghignò trionfante, rising from within.
Etruria looked stunned, and for a moment trembled. Dripping, soaked, the goat-skin which was covered with dripping, his hair down over his forehead and did not bother even to spostarseli, the proud look on and was pointed at him.
With a quick gesture broke his nose, getting his knuckles, as if nothing had turned to Greece, who was staring at them with huge hazel eyes wide open.
Rome smiled slyly and the circle of rope tied on life took a little wilted poppy, those who resisted were not very hot in summer. He had caught while the meeting went, thinking that might like.
She handed him the little rod bent beneath the petals devalued, without another word.
She blushed. Under this older woman's face made his way more childish embarrassment, as if that action was new and had the upset, as if all his wisdom could not devise an action as simple. What a man
, he thought, seeing him returned to the water, laughing and going over to large strokes the blond Tiber.
returned to their camps and met with his flock, lying under the same olive tree. Under the head
poppies, in my mind the face of that magnificent goddess and utopian idea, concerning a future that, trembling, grew sharper and distinct.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Ascending Colon Cancer
Some black water can still be innocent
Title: Some black water can still be innocent
Fandom: Twilight Saga
Characters: Leah Clearwater, Jacob Black
Rating: yellow
Genres: romantic, comedy, slice of life.
Summary: 50 phrases focusing on Jacob and Leah.
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# 01 - Soul
strapparsela Leah wanted to bites from the heart, the soul that enabled her to suffer like no another, when he realized that, that nobody had a name-Jacob Black-including even that was not the only one to possess it.
# 02 - Second time
The second time I saw Leah Jacob even greeted her in the herd, or, as Paul tried to see her naked while returning woman simply said he would be someone as it would interfere in his thoughts and he would fucked.
# 44 - Terror
When he saw the body of Leah being attacked with unprecedented cruelty from one of those leeches try a different feeling, certainly not dictated by its role as a dominant Alpha: terror.
# 25 - Doctor
Leah wanted to make a child the doctor, the doctor, and seeing her face against Jake, but his bones healed too fast, you cursed can not use the same ointment mud , playing, used as a child.
# 03 - Men
strafogarsi When he saw the fire, swallowing sandwiches on rolls, Leah said that being there was never a serious man and mature-if serious and ready to take it and let it meant for her cousin, then, well, that was fine.
# 04 - Money
Jacob had never had much money in your pocket, yet he had promised that he would sooner or later hosted a dinner-the fact that she had won more or less all the bets made had nothing to do nothing when the bill arrived he realized he had forgotten his wallet at home and it was Leah, lightning, pull out the bucks.
# 05 - Prayer
" You know, a child I was always the same prayer when I saw a shooting star "Leah said one evening, to spend more time in the guard and he did not raise her head, then let out a grunt like a sarcastic laugh:" What ;? I was hoping not douse? "
# 06 - Master
furious growl Watching the rest of the pack, with his head stuck in that anger, Jacob realized that nobody would ever have been master of the heart Leah was like a dog abandoned on the highway , he said, now biting anyone tried to help.
# 07 - Waiting
In the evenings I went out Cullen from home, lying half asleep in the grass well mown, Leah was waiting for him to come out in those moments he felt an old feeling, from time ever tried for a boy, his way: concern.
# 08 - Best Friend
According to the thoughts of a best friend Leah would not have to steal your seat on the sofa of his house, nor the remote control, Jacob was both holy-every time! - And yet she could not help but see in him that glimmer of friendship that no one else had.
# 09 - Night
At night, Jake could never sleep, his thoughts turned constantly to Bella and her new status as a pregnant woman, Leah looked at him and pretended to be asleep, biting his lips with the mouth animals, felt a strange need to give him a musata and tell him to recover.
# 10 - Madness
It's crazy, it's crazy, it's crazy , Leah if continued unabated, while Jacob was thinking of suggesting another way out-and this time he would have paid him.
# 11 - Engagement
While preparing to Jake, it seems the idea of eating the "steak house" had been a genius-he looked at the engagement ring that Sam had given her now placed inside a carillon broken, fixed it a long time, then dry with a gesture he closed the box-maybe forever.
# 12 - Life
Some people say you should wait a lifetime to be taken by the prince on his white steed, Leah looked disconsolate the arrival of the cart Jake, realizing immediately that she, more that a life, would have to wait forever.
# 13 - Boredom
When Jacob was not the baby sitter at home inevitably ended Clearwater, Leah sprawled on the couch, to give chase away the boredom and discomfort.
# 14 - Indifference
The first time she decided to respond with the indifference of a statue, changing-room and avoiding it was true that Leah had the nerves of the thickness of a sheet of paper and Jake had a nasty habit of feeling MTV blaring.
# 15 - Double
One day he decided to stand up and, armed with a pillow, he rushed down the stairs, throwing him, railing, tripped and tumbled while cheerfully, cursed herself for not having stayed in his room on a comfortable bed.
# 42 - Will
The will to kill him, however, is still alive in her, incited by the perennial struggle between cat and dog that passed between them.
# 16 - Stars
Finding himself sitting on the cliff to watch the stars-that dinner had cost him too much, Leah-he never asked her what she wanted, when he saw one fall: - you finally go to an otolaryngologist and make you clean those ears, you know that the volume is really too high? - was his sarcastic response.
# 17 - Minute
A minute is a very short period of time, you always said Leah, but is also the time where a girl can fall in apnea kissing her boyfriend cousin, and is also the time it takes to implode a heart-and she knew it well.
# 18 - Limit
Jacob was able to push your patience to the limit of Leah, as she set to work, every day, to cross that limit and invent new and amazing insults against him.
# 19 - Heart-
To me you have a heart of ice-Jacob said in disgust one day, after yet another quarrel; Leah climbing them felt the tears in his eyes, that weakness which rendered powerless, looked at him furious and cried, at least I have a heart! -
# 20 - Faith
That evening, Leah went home and searched everywhere the faith of his father, found it and began to turn in your hands, just as she was a child, did not know what the other side of the reserve, a guy with guilt to devour him, did the same with that of his mother.
# 21 - Summer
A La Push had never really summer always ended or hail or rain with rain for days, so Seth had decided to invite Jacob at home "just to break away a bit ' from that little girl, "she said, laughing.
# 22 - Rain
Realizing that in fact his friend was right, Jake threw himself mumbling in the rain and came home soaked like a sparrow-changing only the size.
# 23 - Sky
Leah had spent that afternoon watching the black sky, without the slightest desire to do anything, she was alone at home, and every single thing made her think the boredom was well thought-Seth spring to go out with the "new girl".
# 24 - Black
When he opened the door he found himself in front of the china figure of Jacob, furious irritation and heard him say, he understood il piano malvagio di suo fratello -oh, se lo avrebbe fatto nero a forza di calci!
#26 - Parole
C'erano state delle volte in cui Leah si era ripromessa che avrebbe usato parole gentili con Jacob, vedendo il sorrisetto strafottente sul suo viso, però, le venivano alla bocca solo parolacce.
#27 - Uccidere
In quei momenti non ci vedeva più dalla rabbia e provava l'istinto animale -o estremamente naturale- di ucciderlo, finché una volta, non riuscendo più a resistere, gli saltò alle spalle, ruggendo ferocemente e pensando solo una cosa: “ ti ammazzo !”
# 28 - Post
Leah did not like the house of Sam-perhaps because at one time had also been his home, but he found his favorite spot by the window, where all voices were muffled, despite its super hearing, and when Jake took his place again, not available now.
# 29 - Seeing Believing
asleep exhausted on the grass, breathing more calm and relaxed, and stretched the guise bestial, Leah could not believe that the soul resided in the body of a boy-even if the occasions which turned out to be an animal were much higher than those in which it seemed to belong to the human race.
# 35 - Arms
Once he was focused on his arms, in silence, peering as he shook, almost crushing the little Nessie and found herself jealous of the attention, wanting to be close to turn from that dark skin and fragrant.
# 30 - Away
One afternoon, after yet another fight, they relaxed on the sofa broke down, breathing more rapidly because of the fight, Leah told him that he was determined from-far, far away.
# 41 - Revelation
Jake was amazed at this revelation, giggling and saying that it would be better, she started to spit on him and leave, but was too tired, they both knew, so he decided to just send him to hell and stay there.
# 50 - Road
was odd, she thought Jake, as he stared at the ceiling of his room, thinking that the way Leah would be separated from her, since she was born small herd had never thought of the idea of she separated from him-was absurd, fuck!
# 48 - Together
had cursed, screamed, fought, fought together, and now, what she did?, Took it away and give it all up, breaking away from that chain, for better or for worse, gave Jake a further point ' resting on the ground.
# 31 - Boat If
went one afternoon, slipping into Harry's old car, disappearing on the horizon like one of those boats that can be slipped into the Ocean, without being reviewed.
# 40 - Hole
And from that moment Jake realized that his chest had just created a hole, a hole incurable, that no link or Bells were able to occupy: he had just passed away the her best friend.
# 38 - Promise
Still, she joked, was able to extrapolate a final promise: that it was going to find.
# 32 - Remember
remained for a long time in a strange situation, balanced between sadness and apathy purest, drowning in memories, realizing that even the heaviest of the fighting and the worst of the insults he had given to a sacred value.
# 33 - Death
Perhaps the death of a loved one would have been better, Leah knew that Jake is in those moments you know what you must feel, that afternoon, and those following, Jake, by contrast, had no the slightest idea of what to do.
# 34 - Worst
Leah was able to forget for a moment the face of arrogant Jake: You know, moving house is always the worst and most stressful things.
# 45 - Fire
umpteenth fire before the fire, which was also present on the small Nessie, Jake realized that something was missing: the low rumble of Leah to the extreme edge of the circle, was unbearable, yes, but he missed terribly.
# 36 - Electricity
When the new house in the city was lacking electricity, Leah came back with the mind in La Push, in those nights when the rain swept away all the civilization, leaving them in that primordial dark and comforting and thought the screams of Paul, the jokes of Quil and Embry, and tears unseen Jake paid, certainly not to be seen.
# 39 - Hope
Sometimes, seeing the lights of a small car approaching the driveway of his suburban home, Leah had hoped that one of the pack come to see and when to back down and then saw them leave was aware of two things: he wanted no one should bother you-always assuming that No one had a name and a surname.
# 37 - Cells
Jacob never knew well because that afternoon we pulled into the car and began to drive non-stop to San Francisco, just all the cells of his body had ordered him.
# 43 - Easy
front of the door of the house of Leah, Jake stood still for a while ', repeating in his head what could easily turn around and return home: since when he lacks quell'acida Taming of Leah?
# 47 - Light
Leah stood behind the door, breathe slowly, hearing the perfect fast heart of his friend back there was clear as the light that neither would have made the first move.
# 49 - Mind
But the mind of two friends-enemies-mates will never be controlled and predictable: there was no time to hear the bell ring that the door was already open.
# 46 - Reply Similarly
never knew if she was the first to throw his arms about him or if he in hers: nobody cared more that answer.
Title: Some black water can still be innocent
Fandom: Twilight Saga
Characters: Leah Clearwater, Jacob Black
Rating: yellow
Genres: romantic, comedy, slice of life.
Summary: 50 phrases focusing on Jacob and Leah.
Notes: are fifty phrases inspired by the couple Jacob / Leah and participate in the community on Livejournal
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thelupinefairy # 01 - Soul
strapparsela Leah wanted to bites from the heart, the soul that enabled her to suffer like no another, when he realized that, that nobody had a name-Jacob Black-including even that was not the only one to possess it.
# 02 - Second time
The second time I saw Leah Jacob even greeted her in the herd, or, as Paul tried to see her naked while returning woman simply said he would be someone as it would interfere in his thoughts and he would fucked.
# 44 - Terror
When he saw the body of Leah being attacked with unprecedented cruelty from one of those leeches try a different feeling, certainly not dictated by its role as a dominant Alpha: terror.
# 25 - Doctor
Leah wanted to make a child the doctor, the doctor, and seeing her face against Jake, but his bones healed too fast, you cursed can not use the same ointment mud , playing, used as a child.
# 03 - Men
strafogarsi When he saw the fire, swallowing sandwiches on rolls, Leah said that being there was never a serious man and mature-if serious and ready to take it and let it meant for her cousin, then, well, that was fine.
# 04 - Money
Jacob had never had much money in your pocket, yet he had promised that he would sooner or later hosted a dinner-the fact that she had won more or less all the bets made had nothing to do nothing when the bill arrived he realized he had forgotten his wallet at home and it was Leah, lightning, pull out the bucks.
# 05 - Prayer
" You know, a child I was always the same prayer when I saw a shooting star "Leah said one evening, to spend more time in the guard and he did not raise her head, then let out a grunt like a sarcastic laugh:" What ;? I was hoping not douse? "
# 06 - Master
furious growl Watching the rest of the pack, with his head stuck in that anger, Jacob realized that nobody would ever have been master of the heart Leah was like a dog abandoned on the highway , he said, now biting anyone tried to help.
# 07 - Waiting
In the evenings I went out Cullen from home, lying half asleep in the grass well mown, Leah was waiting for him to come out in those moments he felt an old feeling, from time ever tried for a boy, his way: concern.
# 08 - Best Friend
According to the thoughts of a best friend Leah would not have to steal your seat on the sofa of his house, nor the remote control, Jacob was both holy-every time! - And yet she could not help but see in him that glimmer of friendship that no one else had.
# 09 - Night
At night, Jake could never sleep, his thoughts turned constantly to Bella and her new status as a pregnant woman, Leah looked at him and pretended to be asleep, biting his lips with the mouth animals, felt a strange need to give him a musata and tell him to recover.
# 10 - Madness
It's crazy, it's crazy, it's crazy , Leah if continued unabated, while Jacob was thinking of suggesting another way out-and this time he would have paid him.
# 11 - Engagement
While preparing to Jake, it seems the idea of eating the "steak house" had been a genius-he looked at the engagement ring that Sam had given her now placed inside a carillon broken, fixed it a long time, then dry with a gesture he closed the box-maybe forever.
# 12 - Life
Some people say you should wait a lifetime to be taken by the prince on his white steed, Leah looked disconsolate the arrival of the cart Jake, realizing immediately that she, more that a life, would have to wait forever.
# 13 - Boredom
When Jacob was not the baby sitter at home inevitably ended Clearwater, Leah sprawled on the couch, to give chase away the boredom and discomfort.
# 14 - Indifference
The first time she decided to respond with the indifference of a statue, changing-room and avoiding it was true that Leah had the nerves of the thickness of a sheet of paper and Jake had a nasty habit of feeling MTV blaring.
# 15 - Double
One day he decided to stand up and, armed with a pillow, he rushed down the stairs, throwing him, railing, tripped and tumbled while cheerfully, cursed herself for not having stayed in his room on a comfortable bed.
# 42 - Will
The will to kill him, however, is still alive in her, incited by the perennial struggle between cat and dog that passed between them.
# 16 - Stars
Finding himself sitting on the cliff to watch the stars-that dinner had cost him too much, Leah-he never asked her what she wanted, when he saw one fall: - you finally go to an otolaryngologist and make you clean those ears, you know that the volume is really too high? - was his sarcastic response.
# 17 - Minute
A minute is a very short period of time, you always said Leah, but is also the time where a girl can fall in apnea kissing her boyfriend cousin, and is also the time it takes to implode a heart-and she knew it well.
# 18 - Limit
Jacob was able to push your patience to the limit of Leah, as she set to work, every day, to cross that limit and invent new and amazing insults against him.
# 19 - Heart-
To me you have a heart of ice-Jacob said in disgust one day, after yet another quarrel; Leah climbing them felt the tears in his eyes, that weakness which rendered powerless, looked at him furious and cried, at least I have a heart! -
# 20 - Faith
That evening, Leah went home and searched everywhere the faith of his father, found it and began to turn in your hands, just as she was a child, did not know what the other side of the reserve, a guy with guilt to devour him, did the same with that of his mother.
# 21 - Summer
A La Push had never really summer always ended or hail or rain with rain for days, so Seth had decided to invite Jacob at home "just to break away a bit ' from that little girl, "she said, laughing.
# 22 - Rain
Realizing that in fact his friend was right, Jake threw himself mumbling in the rain and came home soaked like a sparrow-changing only the size.
# 23 - Sky
Leah had spent that afternoon watching the black sky, without the slightest desire to do anything, she was alone at home, and every single thing made her think the boredom was well thought-Seth spring to go out with the "new girl".
# 24 - Black
When he opened the door he found himself in front of the china figure of Jacob, furious irritation and heard him say, he understood il piano malvagio di suo fratello -oh, se lo avrebbe fatto nero a forza di calci!
#26 - Parole
C'erano state delle volte in cui Leah si era ripromessa che avrebbe usato parole gentili con Jacob, vedendo il sorrisetto strafottente sul suo viso, però, le venivano alla bocca solo parolacce.
#27 - Uccidere
In quei momenti non ci vedeva più dalla rabbia e provava l'istinto animale -o estremamente naturale- di ucciderlo, finché una volta, non riuscendo più a resistere, gli saltò alle spalle, ruggendo ferocemente e pensando solo una cosa: “ ti ammazzo !”
# 28 - Post
Leah did not like the house of Sam-perhaps because at one time had also been his home, but he found his favorite spot by the window, where all voices were muffled, despite its super hearing, and when Jake took his place again, not available now.
# 29 - Seeing Believing
asleep exhausted on the grass, breathing more calm and relaxed, and stretched the guise bestial, Leah could not believe that the soul resided in the body of a boy-even if the occasions which turned out to be an animal were much higher than those in which it seemed to belong to the human race.
# 35 - Arms
Once he was focused on his arms, in silence, peering as he shook, almost crushing the little Nessie and found herself jealous of the attention, wanting to be close to turn from that dark skin and fragrant.
# 30 - Away
One afternoon, after yet another fight, they relaxed on the sofa broke down, breathing more rapidly because of the fight, Leah told him that he was determined from-far, far away.
# 41 - Revelation
Jake was amazed at this revelation, giggling and saying that it would be better, she started to spit on him and leave, but was too tired, they both knew, so he decided to just send him to hell and stay there.
# 50 - Road
was odd, she thought Jake, as he stared at the ceiling of his room, thinking that the way Leah would be separated from her, since she was born small herd had never thought of the idea of she separated from him-was absurd, fuck!
# 48 - Together
had cursed, screamed, fought, fought together, and now, what she did?, Took it away and give it all up, breaking away from that chain, for better or for worse, gave Jake a further point ' resting on the ground.
# 31 - Boat If
went one afternoon, slipping into Harry's old car, disappearing on the horizon like one of those boats that can be slipped into the Ocean, without being reviewed.
# 40 - Hole
And from that moment Jake realized that his chest had just created a hole, a hole incurable, that no link or Bells were able to occupy: he had just passed away the her best friend.
# 38 - Promise
Still, she joked, was able to extrapolate a final promise: that it was going to find.
# 32 - Remember
remained for a long time in a strange situation, balanced between sadness and apathy purest, drowning in memories, realizing that even the heaviest of the fighting and the worst of the insults he had given to a sacred value.
# 33 - Death
Perhaps the death of a loved one would have been better, Leah knew that Jake is in those moments you know what you must feel, that afternoon, and those following, Jake, by contrast, had no the slightest idea of what to do.
# 34 - Worst
Leah was able to forget for a moment the face of arrogant Jake: You know, moving house is always the worst and most stressful things.
# 45 - Fire
umpteenth fire before the fire, which was also present on the small Nessie, Jake realized that something was missing: the low rumble of Leah to the extreme edge of the circle, was unbearable, yes, but he missed terribly.
# 36 - Electricity
When the new house in the city was lacking electricity, Leah came back with the mind in La Push, in those nights when the rain swept away all the civilization, leaving them in that primordial dark and comforting and thought the screams of Paul, the jokes of Quil and Embry, and tears unseen Jake paid, certainly not to be seen.
# 39 - Hope
Sometimes, seeing the lights of a small car approaching the driveway of his suburban home, Leah had hoped that one of the pack come to see and when to back down and then saw them leave was aware of two things: he wanted no one should bother you-always assuming that No one had a name and a surname.
# 37 - Cells
Jacob never knew well because that afternoon we pulled into the car and began to drive non-stop to San Francisco, just all the cells of his body had ordered him.
# 43 - Easy
front of the door of the house of Leah, Jake stood still for a while ', repeating in his head what could easily turn around and return home: since when he lacks quell'acida Taming of Leah?
# 47 - Light
Leah stood behind the door, breathe slowly, hearing the perfect fast heart of his friend back there was clear as the light that neither would have made the first move.
# 49 - Mind
But the mind of two friends-enemies-mates will never be controlled and predictable: there was no time to hear the bell ring that the door was already open.
# 46 - Reply Similarly
never knew if she was the first to throw his arms about him or if he in hers: nobody cared more that answer.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
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Hareton, I love you! \u0026lt;3
Love "Wuthering Heights", but I love it!
I can not understand why the Brontes is not as recognized as Austen, at school, although his story is amazing and literally dragging.
I still remember when I read it for the first time, while waiting for the PET during the Flood, and I was holed up on the porch of the school, opening this book I had bought on sale.
Two hours and I was done.
I bought back in England and I almost ended up in a settimanella,-probably thanks to the Great Ketchup, "and today I got the most beautiful part of the book, in my opinion: When Lockwood returns to in the house of the peaks, and finds Cathy and Hareton were reading.
He agrees that with all his heart and asks for a kiss, you read that right.
It 's the final better than ever able to find so far in a book, you're sad because many good people have died, and yet see these two, the warmth of this house which blossomed, Nelly attempts to sing , all so beautiful and wonderful that you say ... oh, but then ... after all that mess can happen in life, a bit at the end 'of the happiness you always find, no?
Heathcliff is a fabulous character and I think it's even more interesting to think that it was a woman to think, to create it. I estimate
Emily, I like how terribly written and how she managed to create this plot through the third person by Nelly.
Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm going to finish it \u0026lt;3
Ah, fuck the news, I had almost finished the story for 1frase , but I realized-thanks to the advice that was Fre- sucks, so I started over again hoping for a perform better .-. "
Love "Wuthering Heights", but I love it!
I can not understand why the Brontes is not as recognized as Austen, at school, although his story is amazing and literally dragging.
I still remember when I read it for the first time, while waiting for the PET during the Flood, and I was holed up on the porch of the school, opening this book I had bought on sale.
Two hours and I was done.
I bought back in England and I almost ended up in a settimanella,-probably thanks to the Great Ketchup, "and today I got the most beautiful part of the book, in my opinion: When Lockwood returns to in the house of the peaks, and finds Cathy and Hareton were reading.
He agrees that with all his heart and asks for a kiss, you read that right.
It 's the final better than ever able to find so far in a book, you're sad because many good people have died, and yet see these two, the warmth of this house which blossomed, Nelly attempts to sing , all so beautiful and wonderful that you say ... oh, but then ... after all that mess can happen in life, a bit at the end 'of the happiness you always find, no?
Heathcliff is a fabulous character and I think it's even more interesting to think that it was a woman to think, to create it. I estimate
Emily, I like how terribly written and how she managed to create this plot through the third person by Nelly.
Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm going to finish it \u0026lt;3
Ah, fuck the news, I had almost finished the story for
1frase , but I realized-thanks to the advice that was Fre- sucks, so I started over again hoping for a perform better .-. "
Friday, August 13, 2010
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Internet agratise \u0026lt;3
finally in Greece! The magnificent apartment Philippos has free wi-fi *-* and I had brought just in case the notebook and everything is magnificissimissimo uu
We started yesterday at 11 from my home in the mountains and within 6 hours more or less, we arrived in Brindisi.
We wandered through the town (and I am able to buy two pairs of Superga to 40 €, loooong are pleased with myself!), And we embarked.
Ah, I notice that the headlights Great Kestchp I came as soon as we crossed the border Laziale -.- which means that this morning, while my splashing cod in water as I was happy on the beach under the sun, sweating, dying of grief, trying to read Wuthering Heights.
These days I can not look in the mirror or, more generally, I just can not look at me. I feel fat, fat, ugly and low. With legs like a man and many other stupid things I do not know why I have come into my head.
Ah, yes, my seventeen years without even subliminal relationship with a boy.
Wahuha. I'm dying
writhes in pain * * and I do too many tasks. Cazzus, it does not seem to have so many truly outstanding! ç______________ç "
And I have not stopped studying that for a week! ._______."
finally in Greece! The magnificent apartment Philippos has free wi-fi *-* and I had brought just in case the notebook and everything is magnificissimissimo uu
We started yesterday at 11 from my home in the mountains and within 6 hours more or less, we arrived in Brindisi.
We wandered through the town (and I am able to buy two pairs of Superga to 40 €, loooong are pleased with myself!), And we embarked.
Ah, I notice that the headlights Great Kestchp I came as soon as we crossed the border Laziale -.- which means that this morning, while my splashing cod in water as I was happy on the beach under the sun, sweating, dying of grief, trying to read Wuthering Heights.
These days I can not look in the mirror or, more generally, I just can not look at me. I feel fat, fat, ugly and low. With legs like a man and many other stupid things I do not know why I have come into my head.
Ah, yes, my seventeen years without even subliminal relationship with a boy.
Wahuha. I'm dying
writhes in pain * * and I do too many tasks. Cazzus, it does not seem to have so many truly outstanding! ç______________ç "
And I have not stopped studying that for a week! ._______."
Saturday, August 7, 2010
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Thursday, August 5, 2010
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Do you want a cup of tea? - July 26
Title: Do you want a cup of tea? - July 26
Fandom: Axis Power Hetalia
Characters: France: America: england.
Rating: green
Genres: Introspective, melancholy, Historic
Summary: fanfiction participating in the initiative " 2010: to togheter year," issued in CoS
[Pre-revolution American]
Alfred F. Jones was not a easily influenced, at all.
Notes: are in England. Last night I bllea felt (it ', and' a state of mind!) and I wanted to vent a bit 'of frustration, so' I put down 'this little thing.
I apologize if I am not in the notes opresenti accents, or if there will be little in the history of typing errors are very tired and very often even having reread my brain plays tricks on me.
E 'set before the American Revolution, say this and that' the precise moment when Alfred realizes that Arthur could not hold more 'to him.
is in everything 'France takes a hand, why? We say that tells you the help you gave to the Americans, the French troops, to even get them a little bit of extra space 'in the world.
Small notes:
-France 'close to Alfred as the colonies to the south (eg New Orleans) were in principle in France.
-France has a walking stick decorated with ivory, in reference to the French possessions in Africa.
-Why is the? Everyone will know that the American Revolution and 'began with the sinking of a boat from the work and why the revolution has been particularly heavy taxes and the actual trasfomrazione colonies into simple producers of raw materials. " Source
I think it's all:)
The fanfiction is involved in the 2010: to togheter year issued Collection of starlight, with the prompt 154. "Answer me, if you can.
and I 'was pointed out that the' it 's never been produced in America. This I know, but I see the 'small and all its ceremonies as a projection of England to the States. So I decided to put it anyway (: eil final speech of Francis' most' general and not directed only to the '.
Credits: ashori_sama
Alfred F. Jones was not a easily influenced, at all.
As a child, had specific ideas and those ideas were in the head so long and so clinging to his mind, which always ended at the end to turn them into action.
Alfred F. Jones, at the same time, he was a very friendly, he considered his home a small tavern-ah! How many scolded England had made him " This house is not a port. They can not enter dogs and pigs "- so it would accept all
indiscriminately, organizing small tea party, where he could show off those good manners that Arthur had taught him (yes, there was still a bon ton, but it was well under way ).
That afternoon he was surprised to see Francis on the door, intent on settling the white handkerchief on the surface of small Brass polished. France turned and stooped with loving eyes to look a little 'better landlord.
America did the same, pointing to his eyes up and not removing them even for a moment from those of her strange and unusual near Monsieur Bonnefoy though he lived just a few feet away from him never came to visit him again when he remembered, in the past, often came to talk to Arthur and remembered much better the latter's black brows knit and insults out like a swollen river from those lips always polite.
Francis stood before him and stared, and with malicious eyes. He looked like one of those villains who often stage England's had shown, those smirking as if they were suffering.
" France, what do you want? asked, moving a little and felt-making him get impatient. Once inside it was designed around small and restrained grimace of disgrusto: as Angleterre tried to imitate him was always a flashy provincialotto.
" Mon cher, I'm really happy to see you," said, turning suddenly and pinning him with piercing blue eyes. Alfred held a shudder, had not seen him ever so determined, any trace of frivolity was gone, and also his gestures had become all at once cold and precise.
"You've grown a lot since I saw you," he continued, passing his hand playfully on the head of America. These retired, taking a step back and uncomfortable stammering: " France, You Should Go away, now. know that Arthur will be angry "
Already the voice of England's risounava ears: and thunder storms!
Francis laughed, with the grace that was suitable for her figure, he sat down heavily on a magnificent chair of calico and laughed: 'And good manners? Come on, Alfred, do not be arrogant like that of your brother! I've come to visit you, they told me you were all alone ... to get bored, including redwoods and this ... "he turned to the window, with an expression of annoyance and disgust" nice nature "she bit her lip
America, in trouble, then sighed heavily and murmured: "Excuse me , French . Only recently you know that Arthur is very tense, I would not thwart further "
He sat down beside him, smiling politely. A
Francis did not escape patched pants just below the knee, the small hole in the sock, at the right calf or the mud on their shoes, with a more careful analysis could also notice the little worm-eaten furniture, curtains torn on the bottom and a slight and strange that sloppiness was due not so much bad taste as a real lack of funds.
He had heard of those quarrels between the brothers, who always ended up with cuts by Arthur Alfred funds.
"I'm thirsty," he announced, as if what he had to shake up the world. Noting that America did not move sighed. "You have something to offer, petit Alfred? "These
, embarrassed, got up, did not want to look bad, who knows what would have then said to him in the continent! Arthur was already left and right to say that he was becoming uncontrollable and unmanageable!
"I'm going ... get some 'of tea, do you want? "
Francis nodded, satisfied with the proposal and waited patiently for his guest to come back, nursed an old dusty book.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, looking disconsolate Alfred the little tin box in which one to keep the tea, which was now empty. Blame her brother, he said. Kept asking galore! Indeed, the claim!
And inside the body of America began to create a whirlwind of anger, frustration and wounded pride. Francis began to sing, how to hold the hassle.
had a guest and could not serve. A man in his house would not receive a fair accogilenza.
Again the anger was mounting in the chest, and began to breathe faster. He gripped the cold metal in his hands and tried to calm down, closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.
did not notice the ticking rhythm caused by the heels of France, nor of his sweetly smile, caught him from behind.
"Oh, Alféd, what happens?" He asked innocently, putting her hand on the shoulder of the youngest. This instinctively closed the jar, resting lightly and wiping a tear of anger.
"Nothing , Francis . I finished my tea, do you mind if I offer only water? "
France's smile widened, nodded as if to say that was good for him and followed him outside to the well. There
the observed pull up the wheelbarrow with enthusiasm, determined and precise. Every gesture filled energy and spirit. Francis, for a moment, he admired someone other than himself.
"I wonder why a guy so smart and independent as you should be treated in such a way," chirped, leaning his elbows on the edge and watching the golden hair of Alfred.
Alfed pulled up her head and stared at him for long. He did not know what was happening.
"Well, if you were my brother I'd give my tea, not for sure I'd use it for all of the stupid partying at home, right?" He continued, tapping his stick Walking from the handle of ivory.
"England is not partying with my tea," protested the other, yet knew that it was impossible to consume all that the Arthur alone.
Francis raised an eyebrow and smiled, angelic, "petit cher, you are very naive. Arthur is only a slave, Alfred. Come on, what took you to pick up the tea, eh? One year, two years? How much work, how much sweat?
And how have you been drinking? How have you tasted? As far as I could you share? How many times have you been able to provide it and say, look! This is my job? "
He ended his little harangue retiring and looking at him with a seraphic smile.
"not true," he tried to protest, knowing perfectly well what he was all true.
"Answer me, Alfred, if you can. I asked you a question. "
The boy hung his head, a tremor of anger and frustration along the back. She bit her lip and once again raised his head no longer found Francis. Hovered in the air only a faint scent of roses and the stench of rotting was a disappointment that, day after day.
Title: Do you want a cup of tea? - July 26
Fandom: Axis Power Hetalia
Characters: France: America: england.
Rating: green
Genres: Introspective, melancholy, Historic
Summary: fanfiction participating in the initiative " 2010: to togheter year," issued in CoS
[Pre-revolution American]
Alfred F. Jones was not a easily influenced, at all.
Notes: are in England. Last night I bllea felt (it ', and' a state of mind!) and I wanted to vent a bit 'of frustration, so' I put down 'this little thing.
I apologize if I am not in the notes opresenti accents, or if there will be little in the history of typing errors are very tired and very often even having reread my brain plays tricks on me.
E 'set before the American Revolution, say this and that' the precise moment when Alfred realizes that Arthur could not hold more 'to him.
is in everything 'France takes a hand, why? We say that tells you the help you gave to the Americans, the French troops, to even get them a little bit of extra space 'in the world.
Small notes:
-France 'close to Alfred as the colonies to the south (eg New Orleans) were in principle in France.
-France has a walking stick decorated with ivory, in reference to the French possessions in Africa.
-Why is the? Everyone will know that the American Revolution and 'began with the sinking of a boat from the work and why the revolution has been particularly heavy taxes and the actual trasfomrazione colonies into simple producers of raw materials. " Source
I think it's all:)
The fanfiction is involved in the 2010: to togheter year issued Collection of starlight, with the prompt 154. "Answer me, if you can.
and I 'was pointed out that the' it 's never been produced in America. This I know, but I see the 'small and all its ceremonies as a projection of England to the States. So I decided to put it anyway (: eil final speech of Francis' most' general and not directed only to the '.
Credits:
ashori_sama Alfred F. Jones was not a easily influenced, at all.
As a child, had specific ideas and those ideas were in the head so long and so clinging to his mind, which always ended at the end to turn them into action.
Alfred F. Jones, at the same time, he was a very friendly, he considered his home a small tavern-ah! How many scolded England had made him " This house is not a port. They can not enter dogs and pigs "- so it would accept all
indiscriminately, organizing small tea party, where he could show off those good manners that Arthur had taught him (yes, there was still a bon ton, but it was well under way ).
That afternoon he was surprised to see Francis on the door, intent on settling the white handkerchief on the surface of small Brass polished. France turned and stooped with loving eyes to look a little 'better landlord.
America did the same, pointing to his eyes up and not removing them even for a moment from those of her strange and unusual near Monsieur Bonnefoy though he lived just a few feet away from him never came to visit him again when he remembered, in the past, often came to talk to Arthur and remembered much better the latter's black brows knit and insults out like a swollen river from those lips always polite.
Francis stood before him and stared, and with malicious eyes. He looked like one of those villains who often stage England's had shown, those smirking as if they were suffering.
" France, what do you want? asked, moving a little and felt-making him get impatient. Once inside it was designed around small and restrained grimace of disgrusto: as Angleterre tried to imitate him was always a flashy provincialotto.
" Mon cher, I'm really happy to see you," said, turning suddenly and pinning him with piercing blue eyes. Alfred held a shudder, had not seen him ever so determined, any trace of frivolity was gone, and also his gestures had become all at once cold and precise.
"You've grown a lot since I saw you," he continued, passing his hand playfully on the head of America. These retired, taking a step back and uncomfortable stammering: " France, You Should Go away, now. know that Arthur will be angry "
Already the voice of England's risounava ears: and thunder storms!
Francis laughed, with the grace that was suitable for her figure, he sat down heavily on a magnificent chair of calico and laughed: 'And good manners? Come on, Alfred, do not be arrogant like that of your brother! I've come to visit you, they told me you were all alone ... to get bored, including redwoods and this ... "he turned to the window, with an expression of annoyance and disgust" nice nature "she bit her lip
America, in trouble, then sighed heavily and murmured: "Excuse me , French . Only recently you know that Arthur is very tense, I would not thwart further "
He sat down beside him, smiling politely. A
Francis did not escape patched pants just below the knee, the small hole in the sock, at the right calf or the mud on their shoes, with a more careful analysis could also notice the little worm-eaten furniture, curtains torn on the bottom and a slight and strange that sloppiness was due not so much bad taste as a real lack of funds.
He had heard of those quarrels between the brothers, who always ended up with cuts by Arthur Alfred funds.
"I'm thirsty," he announced, as if what he had to shake up the world. Noting that America did not move sighed. "You have something to offer, petit Alfred? "These
, embarrassed, got up, did not want to look bad, who knows what would have then said to him in the continent! Arthur was already left and right to say that he was becoming uncontrollable and unmanageable!
"I'm going ... get some 'of tea, do you want? "
Francis nodded, satisfied with the proposal and waited patiently for his guest to come back, nursed an old dusty book.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, looking disconsolate Alfred the little tin box in which one to keep the tea, which was now empty. Blame her brother, he said. Kept asking galore! Indeed, the claim!
And inside the body of America began to create a whirlwind of anger, frustration and wounded pride. Francis began to sing, how to hold the hassle.
had a guest and could not serve. A man in his house would not receive a fair accogilenza.
Again the anger was mounting in the chest, and began to breathe faster. He gripped the cold metal in his hands and tried to calm down, closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.
did not notice the ticking rhythm caused by the heels of France, nor of his sweetly smile, caught him from behind.
"Oh, Alféd, what happens?" He asked innocently, putting her hand on the shoulder of the youngest. This instinctively closed the jar, resting lightly and wiping a tear of anger.
"Nothing , Francis . I finished my tea, do you mind if I offer only water? "
France's smile widened, nodded as if to say that was good for him and followed him outside to the well. There
the observed pull up the wheelbarrow with enthusiasm, determined and precise. Every gesture filled energy and spirit. Francis, for a moment, he admired someone other than himself.
"I wonder why a guy so smart and independent as you should be treated in such a way," chirped, leaning his elbows on the edge and watching the golden hair of Alfred.
Alfed pulled up her head and stared at him for long. He did not know what was happening.
"Well, if you were my brother I'd give my tea, not for sure I'd use it for all of the stupid partying at home, right?" He continued, tapping his stick Walking from the handle of ivory.
"England is not partying with my tea," protested the other, yet knew that it was impossible to consume all that the Arthur alone.
Francis raised an eyebrow and smiled, angelic, "petit cher, you are very naive. Arthur is only a slave, Alfred. Come on, what took you to pick up the tea, eh? One year, two years? How much work, how much sweat?
And how have you been drinking? How have you tasted? As far as I could you share? How many times have you been able to provide it and say, look! This is my job? "
He ended his little harangue retiring and looking at him with a seraphic smile.
"not true," he tried to protest, knowing perfectly well what he was all true.
"Answer me, Alfred, if you can. I asked you a question. "
The boy hung his head, a tremor of anger and frustration along the back. She bit her lip and once again raised his head no longer found Francis. Hovered in the air only a faint scent of roses and the stench of rotting was a disappointment that, day after day.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Mezopotamia W Skrocie
Comics X-115 n.114
X Comics n.114 of July the second episode of Mona Agent X, and Mona n.115 back cover with the third episode ...
X Comics n.114 of July the second episode of Mona Agent X, and Mona n.115 back cover with the third episode ...
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