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Smoking is too hard [DenSu]

Title of chapter: Smoke is too hard
Characters: Berwald (Sweden) / Mathias (Denmark)
Rating: Orange
FOOTNOTES One-shot / Introspective
Disclaimer : characters, places and habits are the property of Sensei Himaruya, the writing and situations are my property.

. Smoke is too hard.

An ever increasing rate, a drum roll that does not want to stop before reaching the absolute final fast movements and dried, accompanied by puffs of different sounds and gradually more intense. Touches of hands, caresses of tongues and violent shocks of the basin. Love is a war, many say, and in fact the act that they were finishing up eating more like a battle for life or death that the union of two kindred souls.
Again and again, the bed creaked, the boards were about to break in two for the effort to hold all that heat that had nothing human. And then ... espolosione and then the white light, the pleasure through the body that does nothing but to die, so beautiful that it seems painful. It 's a moment, and then collapses the two figures on the sheets rumpled and dirty with something that is better not to tell. Breathe heavily, one above the other, with the smell of the skin that mix with those of sweat and sex. Perhaps the most beautiful moment, made up of silences and words mutilated.

It's nothing but a wisp of smoke, thin, stands up to the ceiling and then crashing against a barrier that can not and can not overcome. A few puffy largest, such as those of steam locomotives, followed by a sigh that disturbs the quiet that has only in the hours before dawn. A body resting against the cold wall, wrapped the least worst intensity in the sheets with another setting body, lying on the same bed, sleeping the sleep of the righteous. One who is concerned to be awake and Denmark, the other is Sweden.
It was an evening like so many from a little 'time to that part. Dinner, movies rented from peanuts ten minutes, and then sex. As if it were a routine, but that was more congenial to them. Denmark
thought. Think about what those nights brought with them the consequences of, perhaps, a more romantic o. .. or different, yes. It was not used to think, Mathias was done instinctively, but the presence of Berwald that so blindly trusted him enough to sleep led him to work in that brain atrophy.
Their relationship is a very, very strange. Can not stand, to tell the truth, if there was an opportunity to probably beaten up if neither would escape. Yet both know that life without the other, it would be tremendously boring and repetitive.
smiles, indeed, grins, remembering what had happened only a couple of hours earlier. Ber had proved more responsive than usual, almost more tender, and Denmark could not understand the real reason. Evidently he wanted, he said, so there was nothing too important to be adduced as a reason. Berwald
he liked, and now and then. Most likely he loved her, even though it has never been able to name their feelings, and he knew what he should do a person in love. It certainly will not get laid in the way he had done before, without a doubt. A Berwald would have liked the romantic things that every couple makes to each other?
"Pfui ..." He closed his eyes, letting the ideas invade. A bouquet of flowers? Trivial. A box of chocolates? Nah, then maybe you did not like. A ring? Too demanding. An "I love you"?
... The idea
almost upset him so much that he found himself to open my eyes suddenly. The smoke had invaded almost his entire field of view, the figure of Berwald flickered across it. And Mathias gave a subdued and nervous giggle. Berwald was the only thing that emanated from the "light", at that time. It quivered, almost ambiguous, as if about to go out.
As if to disappear. And it was a possibility that Den did not want to consider. Who would have lightened its path, otherwise?
Maybe ...
dissipated the smoke with one hand, stubbed out his cigarette against the wall and leaned against a Berwald shaking with a modicum at least of grace. "Ber, wake up, Ber, "
The Swede opened her eyes with the slow pace of a bear, full of sleep. "What do you ...?»
Den did not smile, not that time. Remained serious, a beautiful statue serious, and spoke the words that never in his life had uttered addressed to anyone. "I love you."
Never smoke had proved so difficult Den soon realized that his lips were pressing on her almost despair were those of Berwald.

. Finish.

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Snowing [RikuSora]

Title of chapter: Snowing
Characters: Sora / Riku
Rating: Yellow
FOOTNOTES Flash - fic / Romance / AU / Shonen-ai
Disclaimer: characters, places and habits are the property of Nomura Sensei, the writing and situations are my property.

. Snowing.

Not a single sound could penetrate the thick armor of snow that night, fell like a thick curtain. The flakes rested silently on every inch of the free path, statues cold and hard and the trees that stand naked against the leaden sky.
This was the scenario that presented itself in the eyes of Sora, who had almost climbed on read too high to reach the window too much high just to admire the landscape despite being three in the morning.
blue eyes ranged across the hill on which the villa was located in Kairi, who had had the bright idea to invite them to spend the New Year at home. It had done very well, since the house was enormous and would have fun as hell. Plural, yes, because the room was not just Sora. There was also someone else.
"Riku, Riku, look out!" The
excited whisper reached the ears of well Sora Riku, who stepped down from her bed and walked, shivering from the cold-l 'to sleep with only not wearing underwear was certainly part of the brilliant ideas of the boy. " He had to admit that the scenery was breathtaking, but he admitted only to himself. Would never have the satisfaction to Sora, too amused him to see the expression that took the sulky face of his friend.
"Ah-ah, nice ... Yes .. "
The other puffed out his cheeks, as expected, beating a fist on his chest but found much more powerful than any body part of Sora, the latter only I get a chuckle from the object of his blows.
"Well I was joking. It 's very nice, but I know something that surpasses it. "
And then curiosity got the upper hand over every other feeling. Sora stood fast to his knees and pointed his very curious look on her face Riku. Dangling from his lips, literally.
"What, Riku? I also want to see him, "Rise
, the largest, reached out and put the index on the nose much smaller than Sora. "Let's see ... It has a small nose and mischievous, two soft cheeks and chubby, blue eyes, hair uncombed very e. .. "He paused, his face closer to Sora gradually increasing embarrassed. Few inches separated them, the space of a breath.
'... Two lips that I just want to kiss. "
said than done: the gap was filled quickly. The lips of strong Riku prepend vehemently on those softer and more delicate Sora, causing a slight displacement of the head. That kiss took my breath away both; were projected on a completely different and overlapping in the world where they were.
Despite the movements of both inexperienced, sometimes embarrassed as the two girls first kiss, his hands touched the body of the hesitant, timid. As if they were afraid it was all a dream that suddenly becomes realize that nothing of what they are doing is true. An investigation, an unknown heat which causes them to collapse on the bed without interrupting the contact for the world.
the end got the better of the lungs, had to come off-even if reluctantly. " At that exact moment they opened both eyes at the precise thing they read they could only know each other.
Silence fell, both still had the taste of your lips on the other language.
"R-Riku, I ..." Sora swallowed hard, threw his arms around his neck and smiled like a child who had just taste his favorite dessert. "I'll by another?"
The snow continued to fall like a curtain on that scene that the world should not see.

. Finish.

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Pic nic [Denice]

Title of Chapter: Picnic
Characters: Iceland / Denmark
Rating: Yellow
FOOTNOTES Flash - fic / Romance / Shonen-ai
Disclaimer: Celebrities, places and habits are the property of Sensei Himaruya, the writing and situations are my property.

. Picnic.

'Icee! "Despite
close the window, including taxes, the irritating voice of Denmark in his ears pierced, drilling and consequently destroys the brain. Annoying, yes.
There could have been better word to describe the annoying Danish ... that, by golly!, was throwing stones against the window!
If he had waited a few seconds I wonder to what extent it would arrive. Maybe avvrebbe tried to break down the door with a battering ram. Best avoided.
opened the window, leaning out with half bust. His hair disheveled, his eyes blazing purple with envy and bow undone.
"What the hell do you want?" Syllabus, choosing his words carefully, making them sharp and full of malice. Not only had disturbed his sleep, but had also done so quite noisy and intrusive. Ice and hated that kind of intrusiveness. Especially if you wore the face and voice of Denmark.
smiled the biggest, waving a massive and surely full basket lunch. "Today is a beautiful day ... Would you like to eat together? "Ice
blinked. Yes, I would certainly be a dream.

~

And yet, despite everything, despite the fact that they had made a clearing in the middle of lunch with the unit on the towel on the ground, could not believe it. He was contrite in his tight jacket with red cheeks and downcast eyes, Den, however, did nothing but embarrass even more. Hugged him, trying to spoon-feed!, Offered him a drink even though he had not touched food.
It was a situation at the extreme limit of shame, since he had become independent had not had such close contact with the Danish and, therefore, was somewhat uncomfortable.
'Den ... Wait, I ... "
She put her hand on his chest, almost gently away so you have room to talk, and occasionally to breathe. "We have not never had ... A decent relationship. Yeah, I mean, you know, I would not, but-"
The speech was interrupted abruptly. Not Ice, no, but Den. And not with a simple gesture like a hand over her mouth or a shouted sentence above, but with a kiss. Ice
eyes became huge pools of purple and bright from a nondescript mixture of shame and desire, fear and expectation. Her little hands clung to the shirt that he wore Den, Stratton against him up to lying down, one below and one above, dodging the towel on groceries now stripped of all interest.
broke away shortly after, the tears fell from the eyes of Ice without him he used his authority to stop them. Den smiled, almost foolishly, fusing his aquamarine eyes with the deep purple of Ice. "And if we were to change this relationship?"
moments of silence passed, during which the mind of Ice does not process any response. Her lips were moving first.
"God, yes!"
He raised his arms, clasped his neck and pulled him towards him, kissing him on his own initiative without saying a word. Den had never seen, felt or heard clearer answer than that.

. Finish.

Tennis Shoes Ok For Hiking The Grand Canyon

Same mirror [GerSud! Ita]

Title of chapter: Same mirror
Characters: Wellschmidt Ludwig (Germany) / Lovino "Romano" Vargas (Sud! Italy)
Rating: Yellow
FOOTNOTES One-shot / Shonen
-ai Disclaimer: characters, places and habits are the property of Sensei Himaruya, the writing and situations are my property.

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. Same mirror.

was the first time I met him. Feliciano was usually a treat, his stupid brother, and had never raised the issue of understanding what kind of person he was. It certainly was not the right time to cross their paths, since they seemed to have the same mood. Ludwig, tall and muscular with blond hair in the light of the midday sun seemed white, Lovina, with the bunch that started from the very front parallel to the ground and eyes on the world around one thing in common ...
"Hey, potato-eating, take a little 'more in there that I'm hot!" His voice broke a little warm that air Summer Lovin property, giving the owner two blue eyes full of anger.
"Why should I heat it too, so dark and divided this certainly does not help." Despite the grumbling gave way to the boy, who sat down heavily in one small area of shadow show of indifference.
"Tsk, that's because you are stupid! Watch mine: is clear, so I just hot. "
The statement was greeted with silence unequivocal. Germany looked to southern Italy with the same expression which reserved to the brother of the North, perhaps slightly less exaggerated. It was certainly not meeting best he could do on a sultry summer afternoon, in which he could not even take a bath because he did not know the area well. He sighed, running a hand through his sweaty-yes, even her head-on.
"Listen to me ... it is clear that we are both cranky, we both have hot beyond the different color of the uniforms, so ... "stared at a daisy that still resisted AFA overwhelming. "... since you know the area well, in short, lives there, is not that ... know of a river, I do not know, a lake near here? "
Nah, could not quite believe his ears. Man, the more masculine-eating potatoes that had ever known, asked him something like that tone? Worse than the first girl crush. It looked at him, feeling stupid and clearly a nonsense and get redness on the cheeks spread to the ears. No, why?!
'V. .. OK, follow me stupid. "muttered Lovino, causing a rustle in the grass dry when it lifted, closely followed by heavy footsteps caused by nailed boots of Ludwig.
something strange was happening.

walked for about a quarter of an hour under the sun that gradually grew more ruthless. Lovino had getting hotter, especially in the face, or was it just to see the effect at that time, a Germany surrounded by half-naked to the waist in the water?
short, he was not looking on purpose, but damn it, that body was screaming to be fixed-and perhaps even touched, this would have never crossed my mind even for a moment of Lovino .-
E Ludwig chose that moment to turn around, and saw the boy's face completely red and the expression almost pained. He looked sick, and his first impulse was to get close to help him. Well, then who would feel happy if his beloved brother had fainted in his presence? Better not think about it. And
approached, announced by the sound of water stirred and slow breaths and calibrated. The water seemed to have worked wonders. Without realizing it Lovino, Germany put her hands on her cheeks. They were hot, and strangely even more red.
"All right, Lovin?" One of the rare occasions when his name was uttered that.
And perhaps for the gesture, or words, or the embarrassment that had reached stratospheric levels, Lovin slipped on a rock-hating when he had decided to take off his boots, just to finish off against and for him huge breast of Germany.
stood still, with brown eyes wide open. Not a trace of redness, now it was well beyond that threshold, and the hands do not really know where to hold on to. They found a naked back, as wide as the chest, and the claw.
"Lovino ...?»
Ludwig's voice came muffled to the ears of the Italian, who preferred to put your lips on the skin fresh.
'... I do not know anyone-eating potatoes. "He said, getting up and ready to face whatever came into his mind. He put in a tip-toe, and here it is. A kiss to his lips.
"We're not so different ... after all. "

. Finish. You can

Red Capillaries On Breast

No.

weep for such a thing? I'm just
roles on Facebook, even mine, but I read that thing I burst into tears.
What the fuck.
But why ...? Why?
E 'was as if my heart would break e. .. fuck, if it hurts. Maybe because I hold these two a bit 'too much, a bit' too much really.
Tell me why ...

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Here comes the King. Prussia-centric

chapter title: Here Comes the King
Characters: Gilbert Wellschimdt (Prussia)
Rating: Orange
FOOTNOTES One-shot / Introspective / History
Disclaimer: characters, places and habits are the property of Sensei Himaruya; the writing and situations are my property.

. Here comes the King.

Perhaps in this place lies some forgotten hero once pregnant with celestial fire; hands that could hold
the scepter of empire, or wake to ecstasy the file vibrant life. [...] To arouse the applause of the Senate to listen, to disregard the threats of pain and destruction, spreading the wealth on the ground laughing, and read their story in the eyes of a nation.
[T.Gray-Elegy]

He began. Small nation, a small fraction of the immense Holy Roman Empire, not important and not at all dangerous in the eyes of other nations. Also threatened by that colossus that was Russia, which loomed over her and stretched her fingers to recover quell'esiguo icy patch of land. In Russia it's never enough power. And instead
Prussia, waving his flag undeterred dlla contested his hand continued to move forward and become stronger and more neutral.
"Oh people of Prussia! Follow me, follow the heart of your nation and I promise you now, solemnly, in front of our flag that so well is close to my hand, that we can become the greatest power in Europe and everyone will be scared of us and love us, because we will be the power of the sword, the spear and courage, "Gilbert
Wellschimdt. He was
Prussia. An albino red eyes from idle, the smile almost always wrong in a horrible grin and devastating, soul corrupted by a thirst for battle, from the heart that beat just to show the world who could do it.
and does not neglect any war, always tried to be first in line to fight with each nation would dare challenge his power. And though still small, win and win. And its territory was expanding more and more until, after entering into the good graces of Austria, the immense Hapsburg Empire, he had managed to penetrate, albeit slightly, in that so that Europe wanted. Check France, to join the Holy Alliance, draw his sword in the name of a God that was convenient to believe. And
mercilessly trampled the dreams of others, with the bloody sword hilt inlaid ivory and eyes dangerously close to the black abyss of the true madness. Most likely when she found herself falling under the blows of Russia there was already sunk.
because at that time did not matter very the win or lose, things were unimportant and secondary. The flag flew over to national pride but for personal pride. The blows were just for the pure pleasure of destruction and fighting until one of them had no more breath. Enjoyed.
But he had miscalculated. He had not thought that Russia was much stronger than him. And when Ivan, the most foolish of him, had given the coup de grace Gilbert had found to laugh at himself.
How much sadness.
every wish had been burned, destroyed all desire as if it never existed. The dreams were pulverized, the flag lying on the ground stained with blood and earth. The eagle screeched more: Prussia trying to get rid of the cage was destroyed. He had crossed the border.
But perhaps this was just what he needed. He could be everything, be the center of an empire that would dominate the world, no longer enemies, but all united under a big banner and a great hymn. But she chose to be free from coercion and heavy crown, choosing the path more difficult but more effective.
And he was sure, absolutely sure, to be resurrected.
would be resurrected by a free nation, more powerful than before, and did not make the same mistakes. The systematic tactic so dear to a dear friend ... He would have endorsed.
And then the world will be forced to bow to Prussia reborn from the ashes like the phoenix, and all will be forced to exclaim in chorus only a cry that would fill the heart of Gilbert of calm and strength.
"Behold the King! It is the king! "
sounded so sweet, those words, thinking about it.

. Finish.