Cute Birthday Greetings For A Nephew-in-law

01.

The world we live in is very large.

People that live, is too separated, divided. Peace and war, science and magic, black and white, everything is mixed and germinates in this vast paradise forming a fragile and precarious balance.

However, everything depends on the perspective you look at it, there are those who extends his hand to heaven and traps a piece of this for himself, and by whom are looking at this huge planet from the air getting trapped in the palm of his hand the balance and chaos of this world. Indeed, it is people that move the world, which create wonderful things in this ... and creating despair in it.

In this world, serene, delicate as the surface of a lake, only a demonstration is necessary to disturb its surface, to create a revolution in how deep the water eventually spread over the world. And about the people who make it up.

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"This world is so imperfect ... I feel like only mourn."

I drop a rose from the dusty soil in memory of those who and lay on the city was taken. He turned his back to the destruction that he himself had formed away from the place.

"The only thing eternal beauty is."

mask was adjusted to the mouth making sure also that latex gloves were tight, this time, his skills as a surgeon would not be used for medicine.

"As if he had ever been."

smile after the cloth that covered her mouth hitting the base of his glasses, had heard a whisper inside one of the houses and immediately went leisurely pace made this. It was clear, could not be survivors, no one could be witness to that fact. Well liked and was accustomed to, never had any of his patients survived more than three or four pieces.

Given the hectic city, the Garden was organized to send his men into battle ... but everything had been a trap, and waited.

A reddish glow in the eyes of man, was the only warning they had when the next second fell like puppets without life, no time to wonder what had happened.

He adjusted his sunglasses at night while hiding their identity, not one of the enemies had been a match for him.

"Even kings have to lean against the gods."

traversed the corridors of the Garden with a smile on his face. As if they were enjoying the game cat and mouse, smiling pretending not to hear cries behind closed doors, "Where can this?" I call on the door listening to some of their hysterical screams interior. Unable to stand it any longer, burst into a laugh worthy of an acute manic which shrank the heart and soul of those who heard it, without opening the door, made the jump into the room to pieces.

With a trot like a shimmy, walked through the corridors killing all those who stood in his way at any time without interrupting the dance rather than to laugh at such open jaw chaos and destruction. Finally I get to the office address, the man could have sworn that this director had tried to resist, but the truth, now looked like a straw man lying on the ground and burning should not have put so hard.

"is just the barbecue!" Threw her head back as if it needed the air to keep laughing at that acutely and sadist. All around it was beginning to blow the product of his power, the echo of the destruction was mixed also prolonging this way of laughing in every corner of the garden.

weary sigh when he saw the Garden fly apart in flames. He did not mind not be polite, but do really had to ride this circus?

He rubbed his eyes, already had a look bored and tired, also helped him to those circles that his appearance was better, however, despite its way of thinking, could not take In view of the destruction. Your attention off the flames when I hear something dragging on the ground ... a survivor.

lip Crease disagree, I thought it was clear that no survivors or potential witnesses. But looking better, the man who was dragged, leaving behind a trail of the very characteristic ... would not survive in any way.

The stranger reached into this thinking it would help by providing asylum to heal their wounds ... but the dark-haired boy, for the first time that night, changed his expression No drawing a hint of a smile on his face. The stranger was instantly aware that he had run out of hope ... and end. The boy with tired eyes I enjoy every last moment of the agony of the man.

The observed long-haired blonde drew the line as dawn dawning before the city completely destroyed along with their Garden ... presumably, there was not a single survivor.

smile feeling satisfied with how things had developed that day, the news would be on everyone's lips.

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wheel started to spin. The waters removed. Soon

what happens in this world, affect us all.

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Title: Wind
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Claim: Spain / Romano
Warnings: No


the middle of the night, Spain opens his eyes. Not because he pleases, or because they no longer sleepy, but because the blow of a little body would be capable of jumping over the country wake up with sleep heavier throughout the world.

- "R-Roman? "Is something wrong?" Asks, sitting up, trying to see through the darkness broken only by the lamplight outside the house shaking silhouette shrinking child on her lap, sobbing. "Romano, do you?"

- "There is something outside my window!", Answered it, upset, shaking like a pudding. "It is touching the glass! Want to enter! Protect me, stupid! "And while trembling and sobbing, her little naked body nestles in the lap of the English who looks with amazement.

- "E" Wait, what are you talking? Anything outside your window? But if we are on the third floor, Romano ... Would not you be dreaming? "

-" I'm telling the truth! "

the end Spain sighs roll the eyes and smile, trying to calm the meantime with a few strokes on his back.

- "Well, well ... I'll see, okay? Quiet, "but just at the moment trying to get out of bed, a hand holds the fabric of the pajamas, softly, as he does not like things. Her green eyes looking down the culprit, and since then identified without looking, to find the tiny body of Roman curling under the covers. - "What happens now?"

- "N-no need to go, idiot ..." - tells it, without looking up. - "If it is not likely that the wind ..."

When Spain returned to bed in silence passing her arms around the boy and attaches to his embrace, can not help smiling broadly. Touched. Surely you would say that if you are afraid to sleep alone can always come and sleep with him, but Romano is proud and would never accept something, then it will not.

- "You're right. Should only be the wind, "and so little words cariñoy between a lullaby, both go back to sleep.

Do Shamans Turn Into Wolves

# 18 # 16 # 17

Title: Rim
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Claim: Spain / Romano
Warnings: No



One of the greatest pleasures of cooking for him is to see how manages to make him forget his evil humor. At first he refuses, of course, to eat anything but what his grandfather used to cook for him, but with time and with effort and patience, Spain has achieved even a little open space within it.

Romano enjoys his art. Enjoy your music. Of their culture. Maybe it's not very good yet with your language, but Antonio is confident that with a little more practice soon get over it too.

But mostly, of course, enjoy your meal. The way you sew the flesh and put olive oil to heat. The aroma of the sauces, the taste of warm milk and butter, and tomato puree almost never miss.

I know how he is about to observe, and break some dishes and pour the ingredients while trying to help. By the way his eyes twinkle when he tends a bit of bread with tomato and how reluctantly agrees, though that gesture does not believe it one-to lick the spoon the remaining whipped cream on the cake has been used.

And he knows, of course, because when you leave the table and offered to wash the dishes, a rare and radiant smile looks out over his lips.

That is, by far the best reward a English could want.

Halodrol Side Effects

Title: Diplomacy
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Claim: Spain / Romano
Warnings: No

- "Why do I have to wear this?" - Romano asks aloud, trying to look in the mirror. It has a pout on his face and stomach upset, because he thinks that dressing well is stupid but secretly he likes, and does not understand why should wash your face and hands, and try to comb it.

- "I've told you already, Romano." - Responds Spain, in turn, as he fits the bow tie with his fingers for the third time. - "We will go to the queen, so please, behave ... right? It will only be a while. "

-" Why do we have to go see the queen? "

-" He wants to meet you. "

-" Why would a queen know? "Silent

Spain for a few seconds and therefore also Italy stop bouncing on his heels. A smile slips from his lips while his hand up to caress her hair.

- "Because you're very cute, and make me very happy. Is this OK? "

softly and round cheeks of the little Italian light abruptly, and puts a face that clearly says that it is not.

- "Go, Romano ~ It's just a little while, okay? Thus, very small, "- and raises his hands to mark the supposed length of time interval to be found there. - "Once you see how beautiful you are and give me your approval, we can go home and eat. Or sleep. Or whatever you want to do. "

-" Can we pasta dinner? "

-" If that's what you want, do not see why not. "

Then finally the boy nods and stands still, while English ends to make it bow this time will not undo . If you have pasta for dinner, and the stupid bastard do what he wants, he thinks, all that diplomacy may not be so bad.

Pain Between Toes After Pedicure

Title: Future
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Claim: Spain / Romano
Warnings: No

Romano does not exceed six. At least physically speaking, of course. Run around the house, breaking things, crying. Creeps at night in his bed saying there's a monster living in your closet and blame the squirrels for wetting the sheets.

and Spain, who likes children, could not be happier.

France has asked on several occasions. How it supports everything. How is that even seems to smile even more since the disrespectful little boy came home. Why not say anything when it hits him in the ribs with the head or you spill orange juice over, or why she laughs when she looks fake mustaches Romano with a hand brush and then run.

For the Iberian, which holds the small inter-arm against his will most of the time, it goes without saying too much. She smiles, turns around, lifts it above his head and it goes up to the shoulders, not caring too much the flip of her hair between her small fists are closed.

- "Because I love him." - Says, with her best smile, but Romano hit him a punch in the neck. - "Also, when I grow up we're getting married. Not so, Romano? We're getting married ~ "

Everything is so obvious that even France will always repent after asking.

Sharp Pain In My Collarbone

# 15 # 13 # 14

Title: I beat you
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Claim: Germany / Romano
Warnings: No

- "I do not understand is why you hate me so much ..." - murmurs Germany, sitting his side, watching as he tries to sleep. It's three o'clock on the clock and the sun is just beginning to draw a downward curve out there in the sky, gliding through the white curtains of the window. - "I've told you a thousand times ... You are wrong with me."

Romano, of course, does not respond. His eyes closed and breathe slowly, hiding under the blanket you do not need but in an unusual fit of modesty, it has taken over, to the height of the nose so that he can not see it. One would think he sleeps, but to the trained eye is more than obvious that their breathing rate maintains a false peace.

- "Italy ..."

- "Che palle ..." - he finally responds, rolling on the bed. At times like this, but the German does not know, hates it comes time for a nap, because it is in those moments of anger left his face for a while that Germany take the opportunity to approach him and try and make him talk there is nothing to fear. - "Have I said: because of you, my brother would not listen to me. Do you think little? "

-" I do not think your brother ... "

-" Besides, I do because I like it. Is that OK for you? "
Germany
silent, and when he opens his eyes Italian olives to meet the blue orbs that look shocked, slips from his mouth a bright smile of satisfaction.

- "When the time my brother will understand the kind of bastard that you and leave you. And then back to me, capito? When that happens I want you to know I'm going to enjoy very much. "- Said that once again closed his eyes, and before that the Germanic scope to say something, he adds: - "However, when you're not all this becomes very boring, bene."

After silence, a breath of who finally fell asleep and accelerated heart beat. And Germany thinks, but probably never will tell you, that none of this is necessary. What if it were limited to silence and smile for him, as at that time, it would have been victorious for a long time ago.

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Title: Threat
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Claim: Germany / Romano
Warnings: No

At first they were insults. After childish tactics of war. Her secret weapons, strategies, a fake mustache lifted between two fingers or a box of ripe tomatoes. At times I was yelling at not less than ten feet, at other times hidden under her own clothes, sobbing.

southern Italy was also a constant headache, someone who would never be able to understand German.

did not think at any time have done nothing to earn their hatred, but to take from his brother as well he told him to start. But he had tried While in Italy, had been part of their culture and food, which was one of the things he loved, and tried to be always on the lookout for him. But it did not seem to be enough for the major, who also benefited from even seeing it, still putting silly nicknames and declaring war every time they had seen in the summer .

But none of his plans worked, which did not surprise him, and again she started to mourn, forgetting at times that I hated to let him sit beside him, patting his head and tell him had not really been all bad ... What a kick in the shins had hurt a little.

Other times, like that, maybe a little more.

A pair of fingers sliding down his neck in search of calm. An innocent kiss in front of his head, a touch in her hair. And then Romano caught between his chest and arm chair, with legs bent and his mouth open for him. Insults, groans, tears, and their tongues were found, seeking panting, longing for a little more.

When kisses broke, though his lips ran down that neck thin and frail, and his hands were not sunk between the strands of her blond hair, everything began again. Whining, death threats and endless promises that someday, sometime, would be he who would take control.

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Title: Macho potatoes
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Claim: Germany / Romano
Warnings: Pr0n? _? Among

the darkness of the night and the humidity of kisses, Germany listens. His breathing, soft moans, almost nonexistent, drowned by the edge of a row of teeth closing over the skin of his lips.

Romano is not exactly the loudest person in the bed, or at least not as expected. When you start kicking, screaming, insulting. Making disparaging remarks about the way your muscles highlighted or how clothing sticks to the body. On his breath smelling of beer, his eyes and sometimes sexual psychopath says his head hurts. But when sex is silent. He bites his lower lip in a way that he goes crazy, "covers her mouth with one hand and squirms and gasps with an ability to shut all, no matter what the language of Germany is doing wonders with his crotch, worthy of admiration.

And when it finally makes its way into your body and back of Italian arches and have to make superhuman efforts to keep from crying, her lips are found the perfect excuse to silence. Not that Germany would get upset. He knows well that this is the approach taken by the smaller. He also knows that even if all you out of your mouth are harsh words, and say "No" meaning "yes", the "bastard" who leaves his lips to reach the climax, when your arms and legs wrapped around his hips Ely naked, be it closest we have to hear him moaning his name ever.

And silly and childish nickname that he invented the dark only for him, at first, while every effort will be prosecuted clearly in one direction, to attract their attention- meaning between the lines, much more than it seems. Or at least that's when I said between kisses and grunts disconnected before giving into the unconsciousness of sleep.

Denise Milani Smoking

# 12 # 11 # 10

Title: You Have a mustache!
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Claim: Germany / Romano
Warnings: No


None of them felt comfortable there, except, perhaps, Veneziano. Sitting at the kitchen table, far away from each other except Italian who moved from one extreme to another, trying to approach them.

not know why Germany had agreed that: going to breakfast at home. It was usually an activity enjoyed since the Italian had a good sazóny could peacefully enjoy his company, in what may be ... - without further delay some dishes broken or having to listen to those stupid giggles until his temper was not for more. But sometimes so when the brother returned to spend the weekend, the German tried not to go there. That

did not like either to have to deal with it willingly.

- "Why is he here!?" - Was asked what Romano, just their eyes met, and although Veneziano tried by all means explain that this was a special day and wanted the three of us spent together and quiet, the Southern had not been delayed for five minutes before start mess with him.

that Germany is not really cared about his abuse, which became increasingly worse and more colorful, or their desperate attempts to get their attention, but even his patience, whose flexibility had ; to known and surprised since his path and the crossed-nord Italy had a limit.

and was beginning to tire.

- "And then, male potatoes ..." - heard him say, as he continues a conversation about the weather, - "what it feels to have a potato on the head instead of brain? I imagine you having many problems so they do not rot and ants will not try to remove from your ears while you sleep, right? Although expected, and is surely rotten! "-And then laughed, with much more value than they remembered.

But he would not budge. Or at least do not think. Even after the scream that had missed the brown after seeing that he could not bother with his witty black humor or shock suffered by the wooden table below their hands.

- "Hey, listen! Trust me, pezzo di merda! "- And one, no, more 'che palle!" Mitigated only by Italy's attempts to reassure his brother.

Nothing unusual, really.

When was the chocolate cup to his lips and then went out of his mouth was that things took a different path. Germany even flinched, looked up suddenly and asked if it really would not be still in bed and dreaming: for Italy Romano laughed.

really was laughing.

- "Hahaha, you idiot, bene! You have a mustache, a mustache! "- And as he patted the table with gusto and let live and thunderous laughter that rarely let others listen to dominate him, until he forgot ; of his tantrum.

Sitting still in place and with fingers curled around the cup, porcelain, Germany also smiled. But if you thought that perhaps the Roman was not so bad when he could swallow his temper for a while, and even had a nice smile, he forgot later when the shouting back.

Hardy-weinberg Problems And Answers Lab 8

Title: I have your glasses
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Claim: Denmark / Sweden
Warnings: No

- "Are you mad?" - That's what first heard him say in a long while.

that Denmark had not been really quiet, but Sweden, and probably the other Nordic countries, had developed a timely ability to ignore all this endless tirade I was able to leave the mouth of the Danish so far in a puff of air.

- "EEO, Svee, answer me, are you angry?" - Of course it was all much simpler when it was not over, squeezing his neck with your arms and your back with crushing his chest.

- "I'm not ..."

- "Well that's not what you say your face!"

Oh, and was now as I began to care about what his face said.

- "You look especially ugly when you're angry, you know?" - Continued the other man, half laughing, sinking the index fingers cheeks. - "Ugly, ugly ~"

- "Denmark ..."

- "Ah!" - And before he had time to finish the protest, the Danish had released. - "I have your glasses!" - Exclaimed, taking a few steps back, staggering, and he ran wide smile on her face from side to side. Sweden

turned. Had the wrinkled brow and a pouty look, as usual, but went after him and his endless laughs and awkward running. And the smallest of them needed no other answer to make sure that the bad mood already had happened.

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Title:
Luck Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Claim: Netherlands / Denmark
Warnings: No

- "HE SAID NO! DO NOT ACCEPT! "

Holland closed his eyes. That had been the same since the end of the game ... No, really since the mistake was made and Denmark jumped on the referee screaming that it was all a plot. Holland had

cheated. That confused him. The fact was, and neither fully remember the huge number of excuses given.

- "Listen! Damn, will you hear me?! "

naively thought that the discussion would end after leaving the pitch, but he was wrong. Denmark had run after he could barely get rid of their coach and the fans, throwing his game even in the Dutch team's locker room. Tired

and this, the Dutch stopped.

- "You know it was wrong, is not it?! It was unfair! "

-" I do not know? "

The value seemed to wane slightly Danish when at last the highest deigned to turn his face toward é , l.

- "You really ..."

- "What do you expect right? What prompted you to cancel your goal? Would lose anyway, you already know. "

-" E-why not ...! It is not what I meant! Just ... I mean ... "- Denmark faltered, fell and was silent, a few steps from Ely holding his face in his hands. - "It was very humiliating ... What will they think of me at home? N-Norge will kill me! "

Holland smiled. He must have imagined that the real motives of the Danish would be much more redundant than you thought.

- "Next time I'll do better." - He said, placing the palm of your hand on the head of a Nordic blond looked up at once damp and blushed.

- "Y-and, of course ... And you do not have as much luck next time." - Was what he said, after a few seconds meditating his answer, and then smiled.

After that the fight finally ended.

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# 08 # 09 # 07

Title: Scarf
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Claim: Ukraine / Russia
Warnings: No

- Russia-chan "she calls it, running behind , s of him in the corridors of the house. "Russia-chan, please wait for me! Not so fast! "

But Russia does not intend to stop. Sliding down the huge, old house with all the speed that his short legs will allow, overcoming obstacles, panting, letting go a howl every time hands threaten to reach Ukraine.

- "Nyeeeeet!" - He shouts, and the girl also shakes his head, tearing and again asked to return between breaths choppy.

- "Ru-Russia-chan! Please! I Ssólo wash, really, Russia-chan! Leave it just a moment! Please ... "

Little Russia, however, does not yield. She crawls under the table going on all fours, also staining her hands and knees, and made a ball in the corner who knows your sister can not reach.

- "No! I take it off! I will not! "- And shrinks on itself, bending the knees to her chest and burying her face in the gap left between his legs.

- "B-but Russia-chan ..."

- "I gave nee-chan ..." - he says, clinging to the fabric soft and dirty of long and pink scarf, which crawls across the floor every time he walks. - "I can not take it away ... I will not."

And then, although Ukraine remains silent, refusing again and tries to make him see his brother, including whining, it will not remove it and the old scarf is not going to pass anything, a smile lit her lips tenderly. Haberle

delivered his most prized possession Ivan will never be something you will regret.

Sata Hard Drive With Legacy Power

Title: Fingering
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Claim: Spain / Romano
Warnings: FAIL orz

True Lovino is not as good as his brother in most of the points to qualify, he paints as if he did with his feet, which is more a farmer than a First World nation, and never will be just as good at playing the violin Veneziano. There are also some rumors about such marked inferiority complex.

Nevertheless, none of that is something that really cares.

But like Feliciano, Romano loves to cook, loves to eat, and gives exactly the same whether to pursue its goal is to break a dish or two, if you burn the napkins on the table, or if you hurt your fingers at least once occasion.

So you do not like anyone to stop when cooking, and that includes, of course, Spain hovering around him, asking about every little thing that adds to the mix or giving their silly, very silly "suggestions. Because if you want it to be damaged because of him, without anyone's support, because it is and learn from their mistakes and try to improve in the future.

That's why you do not need to Antonio that looks over his shoulder, running his hands around his waist and sharpening the sense of smell. No need to tell you that put more salt, lower the heat or should cover the pan for a while. No need not bother her giggling in the ear or that irritating "fusososo ~" who strokes her cheek before he opts for the undignified retreat, with a hand in the air, throbbing and painful after you crash the Italian wooden spoon over the knuckles to stand still at once.

After all both know it. Spain will be the first to lie to mourn with joy when I try the dinner and say aloud, as he sucks on his fingers, how delicious it is. And so, again, a Roman who will forget for a night that has a younger brother.

Pour Spouts For Olive Oil

Title: Running
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Claim: Netherlands / Belgium
Warnings: Drugs (?)

Netherlands trains in the morning because it is when you feel better. It has always been, regardless of motive. Leave home before the sun rises and returns hours later, when new is dawning. Normally returns tired and got into the shower and in there it takes at least an hour-Belgium said that it takes much more than her in the bathroom, and probably is, "and when out, wrapped in clean clothes and steam, as is her sister N'Diaye has finished preparing lunch.

is part of a species not stipulated routine rarely discussed at home and that is likely to continue forever. Belgium

should know. I know because it follows the same routine almost verbatim. She wakes before dawn, he leaves his bed and out of the house. She also jogs a bit, moving casually along the same path as his brother, and by chance it is training in the field not far from home, and she has to hide among the trees around the course so that he may not notice their presence and have to stop exercising. All by accident, of course.

Then both go home. She first, to avoid suspicion, he and several minutes later. They sit at the table, eat breakfast, they discuss things for a couple of nonsense, as usual, and finally he gets up and takes off to do their business while she is dedicated to filling the fridge with more chocolates to drown his frustration.

So Belgium is surprised he has not been up early this time. No hear it down the stairs between the dark and slamming the front door when leaving. Do not listen while giving stumbling around your room after a shower, but still gets up, goes to the garden, and then there he is, sitting on the bench stone mushroom that is in the midst of a planter with grass and smoking.

- "What are you doing here?" - Asked, wrinkling his face and squints Holland. It has an ugly face, worse than usual, she says, and yawns widely before we can say something. - "No came home last night ... right? "- and it feels silly because he was not able to realize.

routine knowledge told him that he would sleep a few hours after her, but this time failed.

- "So what if it was not?" - He finally asked, throwing the cigarette to the ground and stepping with the toe of his boot. You pass the tongue over teeth in a way that Belgium does not know whether categorized as vulgar or worse than vulgar, and snorts through his nose. - "Still it is early. Sleep all morning if that. "

-" B-but, do not go running today? You have to be ready for South Africa, you idiot! "

What is with that attitude you intend to win?

He looks at her, his eyes bloodshot reduced to just a couple of lines, and then laughs.

- "Do not worry about that, zus. I'll recover tomorrow. Or the next day. "- Then puts her hands on his knees and sits up. - "Of course, that day also I'll be waiting." - Said that she smiles, raises his eyebrows, and leaves. Belgium

And stays there, standing in place, with flushed cheeks and sucking menthol essence that has left his brother passed him, heading for the stairs to the door. Feel exposed and humiliated, burning with shame. He knew, right? He knew from the beginning probably. Knowing so well as it does-and not because harass you, oh, of course not ... - most likely to be so, and she knows it. But nevertheless, his knees trembling, his heart racing, begins to run behind him, lifting her skirts with both hands. When I beat her achievement is likely to kick, throw him to the floor and you pass over, groaning, because that's what you both expect.

Because that is the only way I know to prove that Belgium is happy.

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# 05 # 06 # 04

Title: First snowfall
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Claim: Russia / Canada
Warnings: Moeness (?)

found the small crouching among the roots of a tree. His first thought was that it was an animal: it was not surprising since there was a furry white ball, he later identified as a polar bear, curled up beside him, but ma ; s sooner than later realized that there. That neither the bear nor the child were totally common.

- "it snow." - said the small, once it was built. He refused to leave that place even though asked not once but several times, to leave the forest because soon darken. - "It is dangerous to try to get back now. Hopefully in the morning. "

Russia finally agreed after a moment. It opened wide space between the roots of the maple and sat by his side. In there did not feel as cold as outside, and was able to remove gloves to rub their hands together.

- "Who you? "- asked, with a look of curiosity.

- "Canada." - Her voice was small, shy, and yet sparkling. As the voice of nature. As the natives of those lands almost uninhabited.

- "Is your real name?"

- "No." - confessed to the child, in turn, bringing your knees to your chest short. "But dad says I should get used to it. Will not let me call my name out loud, and angry if I do, so I avoid it ... "

- "I see."

The two remained silent thereafter. As we had said the small, it snowed. Did not wait much longer before the storm began, bringing with it an early night, and both are more about themselves huddled for warmth. The polar bear opened her eyes at one point, stretched, looked up and asked something, and then went back to sleep. Canada was back resting in his lap and did not look happy at the thought of it were to be lifted.

- "By the way ..." - the little voice asked suddenly, when Russia had begun to nod, and he raised his face to see it.

- "Uhm?"

- "Who are you?"

- "Ah." - Was a nice question, indeed. - "I'm Russian. I live this ... "

-" In the region of Alyeska? "

- "Da. I think it's there. "
Canada
smiled, gestured a little embarrassed, and shrank closer to her polar bear.

- "I'm glad you came. I feel very lonely being here alone with my brother ... "

-" Do you have a brother? "

-" America. England is ... well, I do not pay much attention to say. "

-" I see. "

- "I ... hope we can be good friends ... right?" - Said the small, with a nervous smile on his lips, and Russia, who looked incredulous gesture for a few seconds could do nothing but nod.

He was smiling even though he was not aware of it at any time.

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Title: Climate Change
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Claim: Cuba / Russia
Warnings: None .

- "It's hot here, huh?" - Said Russia, while bringing a hand to the neck. It's hot, yes, and yet takes the scarf wrapped around the bare skin of her neck. Cuba

smiles, fun, and shakes his head.

- Russia told me that longed for a holiday in the south coast, so why ... "- cocked his eye. Were in his house, covered with lights and colors, pleasant aromas and sounds delicious, with the Caribbean waves crashing their feet. This is the first time he sees Russia taking light clothing although they had insisted on not abandon that pledge is rarely pulled off her sister-gift, he knew at the time, reason enough to carry with them everywhere. - "Do I think they overdid it?" - It looks anguished gesture. Russia, behind him, already distracted by dipping the tips of wool scarf in the sea water.

- "What? Oh! No, no ... "- he gives a smile. Looks very happy, when was the last Cuba once saw him smile like that? Have been few cases, and in the end it always turns sour. - "Do not bother me, da? It is strange only. In Russia, the sun never enough to heat the entire body ... "- does not say more. The happy expression on her face has also given way to a sullen face and distant and poorly understood.

Where is? He does not know, but it is not there, at his side. Will be gone for a while somewhere in his head, memories of the steppes frosts and cold winters of their country. In Cuba you do not mind either. Walk up to him a hand up, and Russia, who apparently returned just at that moment, smiled again and accepted.

- "I wish you had invited me before." - Says, his voice casual, while leaving the coast. - "Here even the air smells good."

- "Well, then you will return again."

Russia laughs, nods and squeezes his hand. If they hurry, maybe even find the cafeteria open the hotel.

Do Rosacea Bumps Go Away

Title: Partner
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Claim: Cuba / Russia
Warnings: None .

hands When they both smiled.

Cuba was particularly happy about it. Russia never believed, that enormous superpower of the East really llegaríaa set eyes on him, but once I did ...

- "I'll do it together, buddy" - was what he said, with that lilting laugh. So lovely. So irresistible that Cuba had not been able to do nothing but accept it with a nod and go behind him.

was normal that the others in its class, to follow. Russia was not only friendly, but really cared about his people in a detached way. When wearing a piece of bread in your mouth, I did think at all, and Cuba, in whom few had noticed before except for indiscriminate looting, he found himself with a dual sense of terror and indescribable joy when the Russian handed him the half of their food with one hand.

would stay with him, promised the Latino. He would stay with him no matter what, no matter what you ask or if it needed to go to him until the end of the world.

prayed that things would be like this forever and be responsible personally for Mr Russia never stopped smiling.

Maroon And Brown Shower Curtain

# # 03 02

Title:
Embrace Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Claim: Russia / Ukraine
Warnings: None. Ukraine

always trembles. Most of the time, at least ... Russia can recall few occasions when she seemed happy and vigorous, with no apparent fear except for those times when all three were small and Yekaterina's tucked in her lap at night coldest winter.

Beyond that, it complains that apparently was unable to make her happy. She even ran away at every opportunity ... what is supposed to feel about it? Not only his subordinates but also his older sister the dearest, had fled from his side at the moment you turned.

But do not feel resentment. On the contrary. Russia love her with all fervor and least want is to hurt, frighten a verb is included in the package, of course, "and if their hands were the remedy for their pain, the alleviation of his suffering, and security she needs to stop being afraid, it would give them without hesitation.

meantime, and although she is fearful gasp and make efforts to escape it unnecessary again, ignored. He knows that his sister needed some way, and therefore will not when he embraces in silence and tell her not to worry. Wait for it as long as necessary.

Marraige Congratulation Letter

# 01

Title: Dark colors
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Claim: Belgium / Netherlands
Warnings: None .
Summary: She always looked .


She looked at him. I used to do all the time, since I could remember, and he went through the house looking distant and moody, in a way so great that little Belgium and probably felt he would always, totally fascinated by him.

His older brother.

always seemed so sober even though he knew well. What he did in his room, although Spain did not appear. And so, the more I looked, the closer he came to that conclusion: - "I feel good."

Netherlands looked back as he closed his tie around his neck. He wore his uniform brown, edged with dark tones, and holding an unlit pipe between his lips pursed. Looked especially attractive in his uniform, she thought, although it all looked good in reality.

After that there was more talk, because he left without saying anything about it or about anything else, and she stayed in there, sitting in the chair from where he had been watching and continue to do so whenever there was opportunity.

Thousand Miles Piano Chord

The Mark of the Vampire Mark of the Vampire

Part (IV)

a sacrificial altar

Awake under a blanket of ice and surrounded by peace, at dawn and near the body of Juliette ...

I have nothing to think, I have nothing to live ... that is the gift of life? ...

-. .- A Road to Nowhere

not expect anything less a dead body and a confused young man for his own existence surrounded by quite a scene perfect, the thoughts surfaced as the weak flowers spring, but each will vanish with the melting, the options were minimal but Bertrand knew perfectly well that at least should stand. His pain had healed but the wound even deeper latent in his soul would not stop if you want to give it a rest since his sobs would not let him calm down, minutes passed like hours and hours and years, just watching his side had faded love ... - How I wish you could at least listen ... - Juliette darling wherever you are at this time will not let the gift of life fades away so easily ... but if you just give me the signal ... and answer me ... What is the gift of life? That's what you knew and what I still do not understand. Spoke alone in the middle of nowhere only heard the roar of some dogs dying and a white light to give reflections in the mirrors of ice Bertrand began his ascent but each movement is even more confused, intoxicated by the smell of this delicious liqueur smooth and delusional, just to see him blur at times a thick black fog dropped raindrops that refreshed from time to time his face with a gaze at the sky was leaps and bounds as he saw a young drunk, heat waves, cold skin filled but did not understand that that was like a heat ... chill warm, his thoughts took him a good reason though his journey on his own body was harder than have to struggle to survive amid a field of battle, his uneasy walking aimlessly up the same trees that seemed to elude such bulk trying to hit them. "I've done? ... Who am I? ... Where am I? My God ... do not leave me the hell Are now? ... I have no life ... I have no reason ... I have no love ... I'm left alone ... "Her thoughts were even more confused at times, got bored with himself and was thrown against the walls of a building, nobody on the streets made him even more strange ... was unknown when the site was unknown and it was unknown ... - I have thirst ... and I have a huge desire to pleasure ... Juliette ... I wish ... I wish ... - had a dying breath despite already being a safe and alive, but his face was just exorbitant penalty and resignation toward life.

spent hours and hours wandering around the city might aya given more than 1 full turn but continued walking Montmartre

to fall completely exhausted by his thoughts.

- boy awake ... awake ... awake ... go little - ... Bertrand Juliette are you? ... Where are ... ... Juliette Juliette, "- what is your name? -, - Saint Bertrand -Deville-, - how old are you? - ... - Juliette are you? ... ... Juliette - delirious with each sound was only a memory. A powerful aroma so reactive ... wakes up in a clean, tidy and with a bible in his side - this is heaven? ... No ... I'm alive ... (¿?)- all happens very fast ... and increased temperature has caused sudden ecstatic states, suddenly a person dressed in a brown robe enters the room with cold packs which are placed on his forehead. Bertrand was naked and covered with a white sheet as a caring person and a small window illuminated the broad and extensive room ... empty, the person did not speak and Bertrand could not give a word for his state just thought & ndash , perhaps if I'm dead after all, or maybe ... I do not think ... where am I? - had no reason some thought and be within it was even more frightening. Without realizing his dream again.

*-. .- A Fantasy Forest

A lake, a river ride ; as, trees, meadow, sunshine and a cool breeze accompanied the most magical moment Bertrand lived for his side lying with a smile Juliette. -Bertrand why do not you lie down and see how the clouds move? - (a smile accompanied at all times the face of Juliette and Bertrand accessed without any resistance to their requests, Bertrand, Juliette ... you know me? - Juliette, you are an outstanding young man that you ask? - Bertrand-grab a few days as given me the gift of life ... you meant? - Juliette told you so eh ... the gift of life ... is born ... and rebirth ... ... ... enjoy it and take advantage of it for good, "Juliette quickly gets up and says we Bertrand runs behind me and play-(laughter Bertrand invited to play with her), ran across the meadow with a forest background and mountains for him against a rising sun and something like an eclipse crowned the beautiful sunset, played a long time without stopping and Juliette Bertrand seemed fun, but the atmosphere began to become heavier, attenuated breathing every minute and fatigue was evident, Juliette begins to run quickly into the woods and tries to chase but Bertrand is standing back looking puzzled unexpected scene. A pregnant woman running and a bloodied man taking his shoulders from behind ... both very tired ... suddenly the woman falls ... Bertrand tries to run at them but ... a man cuts every impulse killing this couple ... but a baby is lying on the ground & hellip and the image of the eclipse is accentuated in the eyes of very confused Bertrand who only managed to see what happened, this man tries to kill the baby but a young woman pounces on the baby and her body covered with says ... "is the gift of life ... you can not kill him -" take it away from my land and never talk about the-faceless woman takes and runs with the baby in her arms by the side of the forest with only a couple of girls who looked like a little used ... and very peculiar ...

Bertrand-that girl ... looks like ... Juliette Bertrand ?...- run after women and watch this girl just 7 years and while they are hospitalized in Bertrand forest screams - Juliette! - And without that girl looks basilar Bertrand while running and then try to follow up ... Bertrand ... and while is at pains in his body and screams and tries to run ...

-young okay? Tell me are you okay? ... Calm down, calm down boy drowned and 2 people breathless Bertrand who provide relief to a desperate leap from his bed jump to foot product. Wake up and examine it and determine that his condition has improved a lot ... - very very young I think I can stand up - a motivates cheerful face Bertrand to stand and with some uncertainty this agrees ... began to tour the place while 2 people are beginning to accompany it and tell him what happened while this looks scared and surprised around ...

- as been almost 1 month unconscious girl could start clearing our unknowns as ... you did vote on the floor that day so cold? -, - Or you could start telling us who is Juliette and you have those marks on your back? - But does not respond Bertrand any of the questions deep in your mind and in his confusion just watch ...

-.

the meaning of life .-

"nobody is who they say they are, in the depths of life are what we do and we always end up being animals, in the depths of your being the meaning of life does not exist but struggles to live in happiness and glory. But there are more than wishes and not there more to do just give time to life and life will give you the time you need to master it ... I have all the time in the world ... time is all I own ... well, I'm doomed with the gift of life ... I echo server to live life and just need time ... in the confusion of my words desesperacióny understood the unhappiness of my unfortunate destiny, fate that live and which will never die ... in memory of the fallen and the resurrection of the beloved to live my dream only to do good, that time I responses and the answers given me happiness that I found happiness in love and love my TRUE LIFE "

;

;                                                          Bertrand
Saint-Deville

                                                                          
Église Saint-Vincent-de-Paúl

                                                                        
Paris, France

Author: Seii ~