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[Scar Tissue] Tu vas, tu vas et tu viens entre mes reins


Title: S car tissue

Chapter Title: Tu vas, tu vas et viens entre mes reins you

Party: 3 /?
Author:

sidhedcv
Fandom: A
XIS Powers Hetalia
Pairing: F rancis Bonnefoy / Arthur Kirkland
Warnings: Y
aoi, AU; half p0rn (ma 'ndo fuck you see?)
Written by: Maritombola (@ Maridichallenge
) - Prompt: 45. Public bathroom.
Notes: 1. T ITLE
by: Red Hot Chili Peppers - Soul to Squeeze come-up against the wall. Francis, in return, not merely thinking, or rather, focused just on the other, without thinking of the consequences of his actions (
good decision, she found herself to be observed whenever applicable). sighed almost in sync, without knowing exactly where they had their hands and those of others, seemed, in fact, almost confused and become a 'one thing in a few short seconds. "Go .. all right? "
A

pathetic attempt to use a firm tone on the part of French and an equally pathetic attempt to simulate .. indifference? by the Englishman.
"Mh-mh." Francis snorted, raising his eyes to heaven and just biting the shoulder of the other stronger.
"Do not answer in monosyllables, is annoying."
touched English puffing, after those words, planting nails on the sides against the other and premendoselo.
"Shut up and move."
right, if the alcohol was first to speak for him, now he must have done so much grip on the his mind for him to do things-not-that-would-never-made-in-this-way-in-a-public-bathroom-with-a-French-who-knew-it-less-than-three-hour ; small details to which Arthur was trying to give little importance right now. As the French said it was very nice. And, by God, definitely skilled

with those damn hands that seemed to be much more hands on the woman artist.
Behold, how at that very moment were slowly slipping under the light fabric of the boxers to gently touch the silky skin of the abdomen, there was something sweet

of addictive. It was as if he was saying that those attentions were one and only for him, made him feel good , made him feel at peace, loved, peaceful and for a moment his mind was crossed by a single thought: would not have done more with less.
But perhaps was presumptuous on his part to think such a thing at a time when so little romantic
maybe it was better to stay in silence, at least between a groan and the other, and not think about anything but the hands of Francis on his skin.
«Arthur?» Lo vedeva particolarmente assorto, in riflessioni che, forse, avrebbero potuto rovinargli la serata e questo no, Francis non lo poteva permettere.
L'altro non rispose, limitandosi ad attirarlo nuovamente a sè e a soffocare l'ennesimo gemito mal trattenuto tra le sue labbra. Aveva un buon sapore, l'unico pensiero coerente che attraversava la mente di Francis. Aveva davvero un ottimo sapore, e per un istante, il pensiero si intrecciò ad un altro, tanto piacevole quanto
absurd: he wanted to revel in the taste forever.
almost drew back, startled by an idea which for years has been self-banned even to mention in his head, an idea that could really upset her and disrupt life in too deep potersene then leave, as he had always done everything for
. English noted that hesitation and thought it was simply due to a sort of afterthought, it is further pressed against the body of the other, come now too in there to actually be able to set themselves a limit.
And at that moment, the exact moment when Francis wakes up from his those
unhealthy thoughts, the bathroom door swung open, revealing a lanky figure e.. breathless? "Francis! Where the hell were you finished? I've looked everywhere! "
Arthur gasped, pulling back a shot and trying to latch on to roll up his shirt and pants in same time, while Francis, quieter than ever, smiled politely to the other French.
"Oh, Alphonse, hello." "Oh, Alphonse, hello? Two fucking hours I look for you for all the fucking halls of this building fucking dick. There are journalists and want to talk with you, see you to move your ass. "
" How much finesse, Al '


The other French rose his eyes to heaven, leaving the bathroom and closes the door behind him.
turned to Arthur Francis, watching with surprised expression closer to him again with a look on his face hardly reassuring.
"N-no you .. go? "
" Journalists can wait. "

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May it be when darkness falls (your heart will be true)


Title: May It Be When Darkness Falls (your heart will be true)
Author: sidhedcv
Fandom: RPS - Historical
Pairing: Catiline / Cicero
Warnings: Slash ; mica few Latinisms.
Written by: special Challenge # 9 @ IT100
- P rompt:
10. I'll tell you what to fear the Most (
Kasabian )
Notes: 1. T ITLE by Enya - May It Be
2. C itazioni in all of Latin dear Cici ( © Catilinarian ) and their meanings'
Until then, Catiline, abuse our patience? 'and' How long is your madness still MISUSE game will take us? '(Please note how the second SLASH.) And it goes well, then, is the Conspiracy of Catiline
, of course. 3. L and words in italics, in the middle, are obviously (presuntesecondomenonlehadettedavvero) words of Catiline. 4. L Oce is praenomen of Catiline, one with which the Romans were called 'family' (say privately, eh). Ergo, Cici praenomen calls him (at least in his head, poor thing.)
May it be When Darkness Falls (your heart will be true)
If found himself in front of him, in that exact moment, calm, as it had always been not the slightest expression ; or gesture betrayed his intentions. For the first time in his life uttered the words, to memorize the day before, the hard way.
" Quousque tandem abut, Catiline, patient ours? "
She saw him raise his head and turn a cold eye, almost detached, to rest of the Senate, but in that look Cicero saw a glimmer of something that seemed so much a smile turned to him, to be able to make him stop at the end of that sentence. will kill you tomorrow. I had to warn you.
Camera, with more strength, for the good of his republic, struggling to forget the words spoken by Lucio the night before, for the good of his republic, forgetting what it felt for the good of his republic.
"Quamdiu etiam furor iste tuus nos eludet?

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Allegro con brio

Title: Allegro con brio .
Author: sidhedcv

Fandom: RPS - Historical
Pairing: Cicero / Catullo (or Catullus / Cicero, I leave you to decide ~)
Warnings: Slash ; mica few Latinisms.
Written by: Challenge special # 9 @
IT100 - Prompt:
5. I have seen a thousand fractures ( The Smashing Pumpkins
)
Notes: 1. T ITLE very stupid (Mozart, of course) but it was from God
2. M a BHO, I do not know what the hell is' this thing, LOL (but I know for a fact that listening to Mozart swim frightening effects.)
3. The the text to which I refer is the 49 poem (Catullus, Obviously) - In a few words, Catullus makes you a good dose of sarcasm and pretending to thank Cicero actually insulting in every way possible (they say unkind words for both of Cici against Clodia, Lesbia, but we all know that there was something behind, LOL) ♥
4. C helium would be the lover of Clodia; accused of attempted murder by her and in fact defended by Cicero.
Allegro con brio
was preparing to leave the Senate, least of all the other P Atres , it was also engaged in the final minutes of a note and a sudden idea for his next oration in defense of the young Celio, when he is a familiar figure appeared before him.
" Marce Tulli, I hope to see you here." "Do you need anything, Catullus? Perhaps a tip on how to treat your loved Clodia? "There you go near." At these words, delighted amazement he read the face of the speaker, the other he waved before his face a parchment of fresh writing. "You would still read in a few days, but I wanted to give it to you personally."
Unmatched vision, indeed, that of the famous Cicero was speechless-at least until the subsequent reading thanks .-

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Last night I made the 3 to read (though I realized it was time to take the book up all that time and in the same position I started to lose feeling in the fingers) THAT NO GOOD
However, the nine arrive at the office (of course with a terrifying face, I would be perfect as an extra in Walking Death) was hoping to svaccarmi as usual behind a wall of invoices for recording but it was not ... after all, are or are not the server?
- Go get Mrs. Adriana
- Go to the bank (taken in 2000 and pays 2 checks)
- Porta Adriana
to his bank - he drove Adriana home.

Up to here everything ok ... unfortunate that as soon as the Adrina has got in the car (which is not convenient.'s cold, does not want the belt and makes too much noise) I have the last minute additions
- Go to the doctor to take the recipes
- Go to the pharmacy to take the medicines prescribed
- we pass from the coil to change the present for the great-granddaughter
- Come with the bar that I go to the bathroom

with sleep eyes and beginning to circle the head but here we leave the problems Add
- No parking, put the machine away, the nearest parking machine is broken, do the business, I put it in the car but not having the dash slips into a hole and lose the ticket, rearrange my ticket, I miss 5 cents ... €
a disgraced happily - the bank: a check is not signed, are not very happy that the boss take all that money to send a handwritten letter in a hurry to go from rage
-boss (who is at the rehabilitation center of Agazzi, a monculo) The Adriana is not the machine. Do not answer the phone. He calls me, is a bar where I have to get a ride because of the infinite meaning inuci, she is walking towards me because it's cold.
- Background check and sign a couple of pages back
downtown - I stop by the doctor who is way, Adrina wants to come too but first they must stop at the bar where Europe buys a box of chocolates (as you can not make a Christmas present to the doctor?)
- I take the recipes for the boss ... adriana for those not ready, waiting in line for his turn arrives, take ste cabbage recipes (which are generic drugs which takes forever)
- go to the pharmacy, there is no number to the tax code, I call to find out but the boss does not remember, Adriana nell'agendina search, pay with cash medicines for Adriana. 2 tickets because the accounts are divided (she spent 3.25 euros)
- Go to the bank (please adriana so that it stays in the car, even if the area clearance, can I stay 5 minutes)
- to finish in the bank, back to the car, Adriana is to shop around for one euro, which is before (the machine but was open with the keys inside)

My brain starts to smoke
irritation goes hand in hand with the gas (never gone so fast in the city)

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Just give it some more time and you will see our love will grow


Title: J ust give it some more time and you will see our love will grow Author: sidhedcv Fandom: Glee (season 2) - spoiler 2 x 06 - Never Been Kissed.
Pairing: Kurt Hummel / Dave Karofsky (Kurtosfky, yes, there are also waterfall I)
Warnings: Slash ; blowjobs mind that finely.
Written by:
Maridichallenge

@ Maritombola: Prompt - 74. Would you destroy something in order to make it beautiful?

Notes: 1. T ITLE by:
ABBA - Love Is not Easy.
2. B
I do not know, I do not think there is nothing to say D:
Just give it some more time and you will see our love will grow
Morning.

On the one hand wants to avoid it, the other knows he can not do (and do not really want, really). And then push it against the wall for the umpteenth time, growls, looks at him, narrowing his eyes and squinting to see do not in any way he feels.
was not destroying it. was not hurt him, make him suffer, to do so scared, terrified because he was Dave Karofsky Kurt Hummel and the other, because he had to, because it was their normality. would not have done so much, after all, he knew only too well, was not at all similar to their
. was slowly destroying his beliefs, not those of Kurt, who was too brave to let them go really, but her-it was destroying them, moment by moment, to remove that desire so deep that the overwhelmed, it was clear it was crumbling, was
forget finally.
But Dave knew, deep down, that feeling was too strong to be cleared of all: it would always be at least a small part in whispers what-pretending? - do not want to hear.
and then destroyed to eliminate the dark side of that feeling and just leave the light, that one day, he was sure, would have completely flooded.

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[Scar Tissue] When I find my peace of mind

Title: S car tissue Chapter Title: When I find my peace of mind (I'm gonna give you Some of my good time) Party:
2 /? Author:
sidhedcv
Fandom: A XIS Powers Hetalia Pairing: F rancis Bonnefoy / Arthur Kirkland
Warnings: Y aoi, AU; flluff?

Written by: Maritombola (@
Maridichallenge ) - Prompt:
2. Framework Former Notes: 1. T ITLE
by: Red Hot Chili Peppers - Soul to squeeze 2. is an English painter William Turner (I at
doro
) of 1800, and the first to dare to think of Pirates of the Caribbean will be strangled.

When I find my peace of mind

(I'm gonna give you Some of my good time)
It had been six days since that meeting, both for one reason or another, could not forget, as they tried in vain .- Six days in which Francis had literally kicked out of the house kicked her, it seemed, ex
boy, simply think of those two damn green eyes that continued to look ahead, reflected in a window or in the eyes of a passer all. Six Days, in which Arthur had sought to continue his life every day in utter normality, banishing the memory of that face by dint of whiskey.
But there was little he could do very little, and without even knowing why, the most insignificant details of the meeting continued to reappear in front of him.
The fact that it had
distracted , there was really no doubt. A leaflet found on the street lying on the table and it seemed almost deserted look with air disapproving-seriously, he had to stop with alcohol before dinner, even though he had just thrown down a shot of scotch. "
An exhibition of art? could be a good idea to remove those thoughts
harassing .

"Bienvenue Mesdames et messieurs."
An Englishman. An English only. An Englishman alone in a building full of French food French and French paintings.

Could anything be worse?
Yes, yes, he would not even have to ask ourselves, yes, there was something

definitely
worse.
What the hell was that awful pseudo-imitation of Turner, who found himself in front? And if that was not enough, the arrangement of the paintings was really bad: it was unhappy with, well, with someone
because those lights illuminate paintings and leave everything else practically in the dark was a solution rather
stupid

.
let out a verse of disgust, or so-just-thought before the picture. "She does not like?"
spun around, seeing a figure in the shadows of the room indistinct.
"No, not really." short, he was frank, no?
An amused laugh, heck, there was something familiar, gave him to understand that this thing
did not like his interlocutor.
"May I ask why?"
"I know why are interested in my opinion? " " Oh, I like to know the opinions of others, whether those with courtesy.
"
The English ignored the dirty looks that last with, sarcastic speech, merely responding to the question of toco annoyed that strange guy. "It's a horrible imitation of a wonderful old picture, I do not understand the use of colors that, frankly, seem to me placed at random and Forward " " Okay, I understand, not like it. "

" May I ask why we take so much? " " You know, the artist usually likes to know the reviews, positive or negative, on their paintings. "
Oh, great, colossal figure of shit. silence, broken only by the footsteps of the artist, you finally decided to come out.

Those eyes had seen them somewhere, he was sure. "In any case, Arthur, so insulting one of my paintings is the best way to repay me."
The Frenchman let out the ' another smile, entering finally in full view of the other.
"You .."
"Yes, what you have thrown on the floor and brought you back your wallet, definitely saving them from bankruptcy, exactly. " Yet another silence, pleased the case of French and slightly embarrassed and tense on the part of ' more. "In any case I think the perfect way to repay."
"N-no, hey!"
not left him and the time to reply, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him out of the room, directed to the main hall and, more precisely, at the counter of refreshments.
What was that, punch? Ridiculous. 'secret, I corrected with the vodka. " " Oh, I understand, try to enjoy your pictures. "
In spite of what would be expected after the sour joke, the other laughed. "I will send you the bill from my psychiatrist for psychological damage that you're causing. "
" You'm causing
other
? Oh, poor thing, you've already seen those, I'm probably destroying. " had the distinct impression that it was the correct punch with vodka (or vodka with the proper punch, most likely ) to speak for him, but all in all, not that night was proving so disastrous.

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[Scar Tissue] The way you turn me on, I can’t sleep

Title: S
car tissue Chapter Title: T he way you turn me on, I can not sleep. Party: 1 /? Author: sidhedcv
Fandom: A
XIS Powers Hetalia
Pairing: F rancis Bonnefoy / Arthur Kirkland
Warnings: Y aoi; AU; flluff?
Written by:
Maritombola (@ Maridichallenge ) - Prompt: 6. Portfolio. Notes: 1. O h , sir, my first longfic AU.
I could also finish with the notes here, eh.
2. T ITLE by: Red Hot Chili Peppers & Katy Perry.
3. Dedication? Yes, my Etoile ♥
Why I love you so much, why are my life (and my uke, we point out) and why you're the one to inspire this, ergo, they now pay the consequences and you assume your responsibilities is!
Yes, this means you'll pay the psychological damage that has caused me to write this stuff know this (and the list of kisses that you owe me alluuuuunga) ~
The way you turn me on, I can not sleep
walked briskly to the busy streets of downtown, cursing mentally for yet another meeting at which it arrived late (as always-the-six-Francis -usually-unreliable-as-pretend-that-I-can-also-just-trust and bla bla bla).
He passed a couple of passers-by that, contrary to what was happening to him, seemed to be in any hurry and we were blissfully stopped in the street, the upturned nose, towards the beautiful facade Notre Dame.
Tourists , puffing Francis thought, to hold back a curse at having to stop for '
umpteenth time his race not to stumble on'
yet another person.
was damn late, damn, and was even able to lose control of his actions, ignoring for too long a time his famous self-control, not to mention the kindness and all the ways that they deemed so fascinating.
Who knows what such that any of the many young which gave false hopes almost one evening and one not.
A perfect way of life, or so it seemed to the French, which he enjoyed, perhaps with a thin streak of masochism, to go forward without the security to arrive later this month with the money to eat and without a Single Story serious condition .. years? No, that definitely was not the life that his father wanted for him, indeed.
When she was firmly reiterated the desire to paint
to earn a living, like one of those artists bohemian that he loved so much by refusing to take over the family business, the old man had literally thrown out.
But these arguments were not readily addressed by any person.
preferred to leave an indelible light but
of his person, and obviously, other people should have the same effect on him: nothing touched him, nothing would annoy and most of all else, nothing should scratch his way of life.
Lost in these thoughts that he detested, in which recently suffered from far too often, not saw that guy from the air particularly hard walking in front of him had stopped, until the fell on him, destroying the ground in a tangle of legs and arms. "You can know where the hell you have that thing called common sense? You could seriously hurt me, piece of idiot! "
Bonjour finesse, was to be said.
"I was lost in thought, and you see to feel comfortable, you have not done anything."
The guy muttered under his breath something that resembled a easy to talk to you, you're sitting on me, which managed to snatch a smile to Francis, who once managed to take possession of his limbs, he stood up, holding hands with the boy still sitting on the ground.
"Thank you, I can do alone."
decidedly grumpy, the little guy. Francis put his hand into his pocket again, his gaze still fixed on the boy to his feet, he was desperately-trying-to get to his feet and not letting go to some grimace of pain. Somewhere in his mind, a bell that says you're in a delay huge, gigantic, exaggerated and Jean Philippe you live scuoierà kept ringing, but the only information made sense that the French managed to record was that, Damn, that boy's eyes had a green d Eliza. "I did not hurt, right? Anyway, I'm Francis. "
Tese hand again to blond, who this time accepted it without fuss, relying on the arm to pull himself up and making sure nothing was wrong; and, particular, more importantly, suddenly finding himself too near the damn French.

"Thank you." muttered those words almost without thinking, a pink tinge on the cheeks, before crossing his arms to his chest and take a step back.
"Next time avoid thinking about your cock as you walk down the street, passersby will thank you."
Francis did not even have time to think of some funny phrase with which to replicate at that 'assertion that the blond was already run away. This time it was up to him to remain motionless in the street, his eyes involuntarily fixed on the figure that went away, until he roused himself, bending down to pick up the bag, drop in clash and finding before the eyes of a portfolio dropped to the ground.
was supposed to be the English guy, was the only alternative that came to mind. With a smile, for some reason popped on his lips, proceeded to chase the English, the appointment for which I forget now, was hopelessly late. "Hey!" Oh, damn, had not told him his name. "Hey, English!"
He raised his voice again, ignoring the amazed looks of other people, finally deciding to open his wallet to find a damn ID card that could say whatever they chiamav- 'Arthur! Arthur Kirkland, "
English spun around, eyebrows raised imperceptibly to see the guy run after the first few minutes of meeting shouting his name, stopped immediately, crossing his arms to his chest, frowning a little reassuring.
"How the hell do you know my name?" Francis, bent forward, hands resting on his knees, tried to answer, only managed to gasp.
Yes, comically like a goldfish at that time. "So?" But of course the English should not have even a minimum of pity, since just looked at me from top to bottom, waiting impatiently for an answer. Francis still out of breath, raised his hand, handing the portfolio.
"Oh." After a while the Frenchman was finally able to breathe again regularly, composing and turning to look over the other.
"Do not expect thank you again."
A moment of stunned silence by Francis, before letting slip an amused laugh. "Why the hell are you laughing?"
"You're funny Arthur, I like you." "You're an idiot , French-for-which -What's-his-name. " " Yes, I often say s-'
"With good reason, apparently."
"I often say, just before you fall in love with me."

This time the silence, stunned that more embarrassed, was imposed on English, that within a couple of seconds went from a nice pink hue to a reddish-pink, touching every shade between those two colors . "Well, now you can go."
A glimmer, that many would not hesitate to classify dangerous, flickers in the eyes of Francis. "You will find a way to thank me, do not worry."
Arthur rose his eyes, muttering a curse against any French idiots who had nothing better to do than harass a poor English gentleman
and returning to walk faster. few steps back, Francis watched with a smile that the boy walked away, completely ignoring the phone ringing insistently.

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The stare she bares cut me

Title: The Star she bares cut me.
Author: Sidhe
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia

Torque: Francis Bonnefoy (France) / Arthur Kirkland (England)
Warnings: Yaoi , drabble, AU, Comedy? Stupid?
Written by:
100 Drabble: Prompt -
082. Error.

Maritombola: Prompt - 66.

"Stop to do so. At this very moment. " Notes: 1. T ITLE by Red Hot Chili Peppers - I Could Have Lied (key parody?)

2. The nsensatezza, yes, I know.
The Star she bares cut me

"stop doing that. At this very moment. "
If those words were knives, Francis Bonnefoy would have been dead for a while.

arms crossed at his chest, lips pressed together in a fold hardly reassuring, tapered look beyond belief: none of these was a good sign, definitely.
"What should I stop doing, Arthur?"
"You know very well."
"No, really, I do not understand What you're talking about. "
building, in the middle of the sidewalk, French tried desperately to come up with something to say. Perhaps Arthur was referring to something else, right? It was not said was its -
"Francis Bonnefoy lever that look from your fucking ass of that guy."
Oh, well. He had really caught.

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Me enamora que de mi sea tu alma soñadora


Title: Me enamora que de mi alma sea you sonador

Author: Sidhe
Fandom:
Axis Powers Hetalia

Pairing: Francis Bonnefoy (France) / Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo (Spain)
Warnings: fluff ; gayezza childish.

Written by: Bingo - Prompt: Embarrassment.

Notes: 1. T ITLE by Juanes - Me Enamora .
2. P hy Amby Milling and wanted in short, everything to make her happy ♥

3. S
or more or less the term is that of the conquests of the Roman Empire (but daaaai?) And the two phrases are in Latin because, inZomma, spoke in Latin, period.
4. nnnove In case anyone did not like me (and see what happens now that I cane) the meaning is the end ~


Me enamora q
ue de
I

sea
you alma sonador
seemed embarrassed, for whatever strange reason, then. could not be certain to put him at ease, no?
Francis speaks of a smile, trying to make him feel at ease, crossing his legs and settled back on that horrible, uncomfortable chair. it still asks for what stupid reason the Roman Empire had left them alone.
friends wanted them to do so had told him when he was tempted to ask, and he would have liked see them get along. which meant more or less, do friendship or force you to go to Alba for the whole summer.
And there he was holding anything back in that gray and rainy place (although it was great fun teasing the little boy constantly sulking). Francis was suddenly distracted by his reflections, due to a distant murmur that seemed to come just from Antonio, brought attention to the boy that seemed to wait for a response, wrinkling her nose slightly and making mention of repeating the phrase that just had not heard. "Ludet mecum?" *
He must have struggled to put together the two individual words in Latin, it is noted from the expression childishly pleased that he had painted on his face, and at the same time that concentrated frown that had recruited in the effort to pronounce them correctly. Not to mention that it was still that bit of delicious embarrassment, shame that this time was completely merged with the blush on the cheeks of Francis. "Pluit." **
Almost stunned, merely to indicate the open door, from which we could see the thick drops of rain for some hours wet the ground. He really going to come out with that time? They would both covered in mud.
And if there was one thing I hated Francis was left with dirty clothes.
The other boy shrugged, once you understand what exactly he meant by that vague gesture, and gave him a bright smile.
Smile which Francis could not just resist, with its extreme discomfort. * now, took me the subjunctive, eh, so it would "play with me?"

** well, this is the faaacile. "It's raining."

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Sound like broken records

Title: sound like broken records.
Author: Sidhe

Fandom: RPS - History.
Torque: Alexander / Hephaestion
Warnings: Slash implied
(Not So), angst, introspective.
Written by: Bingo - Prompt: Escape .
Notes: 1. T ITLE from: Eminem feat Rihanna. Please, press blackout-again-on this thing.
2. A nvironment, of course, after the death of Hephaestion.
3. L in the initial quote (yes, the one in italics) belongs to Negramaro
~
Sound like broken records
You know that weight has on me, your skin when there is not. Nevertheless, Hephaestion was talking to him again.
Sometimes, when he closed his eyes in the darkness of the room, he could almost hear the other's presence at his side. spoke. It was not important what speak. Hephaestion spoke.
He had not really left, it was not really alone. Hephaestion was there with him.
illusion persisted until the moment when Alex opened his eyes again. Hephaestion then disappeared, it was quickly arrived, leaving behind an empty room and a king too too tired.
The night was the only time when those thoughts do not torment them. The night was the only time he appeared Hephaestion really.

And then he was back Pella, under the scorching sun; Isso, among the soldiers, with his gaze on the neck, Babylon, including silk, pomp, and his arms. was a nice escape from reality that. Actually Alex Hephaestion knew that would never come back, it was not so foolish, even to get to hope, after all. Delighted, they indulge in the illusions now too often, the illusion of being able to live in a world different from his, full of memories and emptied of all loneliness. But he knew well, though he did not want to admit, that this escape would not have lasted long: it would end with its unlikely to come to your senses from that situation or with his death, an idea which at that time despised then so much. Sometimes he became convinced that he still too many things to do, but that its value could have any wins, no Hephaestion at his side? death would be the last of his conquests in the fund had always known

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Tell me how am I supposed to live without you


Title: Tell me how am I Supposed to live without you
Author: Sidhe

Fandom:
Axis Powers Hetalia Pairing:
Francis Bonnefoy (France) / Benedetto Croce (State Vatican)
Warnings: Yaoi ; nonsense (?); slight angst.
Written by: 3Songfic. Song:
Baustelle - Unforgiven
; Bingo: Prompt - Sin.
Notes: 1. T ITLE by Negramaro - Breathless
.
2. B
enedetto Cross is a (wonderful) OC born of the brilliant mind of El Ergo, try to rub my own and suffer the revenge.
3. D EDIC? Yes, congratulations sweetie. I would rather be able to do something better, but I hope at least appreciate the effort is! I love you so so much, El, can not imagine what
♥
Tell me how am I Supposed To Live Without You

There is a love that never dies, as far as the gods;
sapervelo to explain that philosopher would.

From what went on that kind of relationship, contrary to any expectation, Francis Bonnefoy had never even had the slightest doubt. did not know exactly why, but he was sure to love.
was contrary to all logic and common sense, and indeed, should be also very funny
think of them as a couple, because this was, though he insists on denying the other-since they were almost the opposite of the other one. But then, who was he to challenge the choices of Cupid, Fate, or any other entity that had brought him, now and in every night of the last three weeks, to find himself lying the side of Benedetto Croce.
"You cold?"
insisted again and be on you, who knows absurd for what reason, since the line of respect and restraint proud that both had always shown each other had already been largely superseded. Benedict nodded, taking refuge in the arms of the French Open and put her face on the chest of the other.
And it was already an achievement, in three weeks, be able to do such a thing, what is more without becoming completely burgundy and stop breathing. Francis just smiled, surrounding the life of the arms and cuddle. were rare, think about it, those little moments of quiet happiness.
much more easily, Benedict found himself in the midst of a sort of panic because they did was fundamentally wrong and was not provided for in the way he had been educated and
many other similar convictions. Then Francis smiled, though deep in those words will come to really bad, reaffirming once again that no, there was nothing more
just love.

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Come fossi acqua dentro acqua

Title: like water in water.

Author: Sidhe
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
couple: Francis Bonnefoy
/ Arthur Kirkland
Warnings: Yaoi, Drabble.

Written by: 100
Drabble: Prompt -
034. Ocean.

Notes: 1. T ITLE by Negramaro - Breathe.

2. M
this thing should make sense?

like water in water
There were times when there was nothing more odious to him, the sea.
The sea that separated him from the person he loved, and not materially, thirty-three miles, compared to other distances, were very little.

But in that case, could not perceive it in another way that an obstacle such as to prevent him from being at the side of England in the way he wanted.
Similarly, the sea was and would always be the great love of Arthur.
And perhaps that was why, in the ports of Calais, it was as if he were there with him.
Title: Imaginations From The Other Side
Author: Sidhe
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia couple: Francis Bonnefoy / Arthur Kirkland
Warnings: Yaoi , drabble, AU. Written by:
100 Drabble: Prompt -
022. Rainbow.
Notes: 1. T ITLE
by (imieiadorati) Blind Guardian - Imaginations from the other side.
2. A t the Esthy my beloved, because I had promised for today is! (love you so, my little star ♥)
Imaginations From The Other Side

"Oh, come on, Arthur, do not be snotty."
"I tell you it's true!" Francis snorted, crossing arms around his chest and turning his face from the opposite side of the other boy, assuming an expression offense, which actually managed to be just funny.

"Stop teasing me."
"I'm not doing! Can not you see? And 'there. "
' Arthur, there is not no elf."

English stubbornly continued to indicate the point where the sidewalk , probably due to a loss of gasoline, were visible colors a arcobalendo.
"still does not believe, but then do not be surprised if she decides not to give the pot of gold."

Cartier Trinity Ring, Pavet Diamonds

Title: Sichelschnitt - Coup de Faucille.
chapter title: C'est the malaise du moment.

Author: Sidhe
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Torque:
France v England.
Warnings: history, angst, yaoi.
Party: 2 /? Written by: Bingo - Prompt: Guilt.
Notes: 1. T ITLE by Placebo - Protege Moi.
2. A the usual, Paul is Reynauld French Prime Minister, the British Chaberlain.

3. L
to news of the documents found by Belgian soldiers is true, I swear E_e

An accident committed to a German plane carrying some German officers with plans of invasion (the plane was lost in the fog and was forced to land in Belgium), Hitler forced to review their strategies cit. Wikipedia.

C'est the malaise du moment


"Monsieur Bonnefoy? Monsieur Reynauld want to see you. "

was probably too demanding for a couple of hours of peace and solitude.
Francis sighed, placing the book-foolishly, it seemed, had tried to read on the table before him, stretching your legs and idly passing a hand through his hair.

gaze unintentionally ended up on the figure of the young man, a funny reddish color, was waiting to see him get up. Oh, I wonder why he kept for himself Reynaud always nice ones.
After a few more minutes of contemplation, he decided to please the dear young man and making him a sign, immediately followed a smile that made him blush more, came back with no fuss.

"Forgive me, maybe you know what it is?"

The attendant leaped in his voice, stammered some excuse why not confused, had no idea what he wanted the Prime Minister.

Francis found himself wondering if his face and his
beautiful
face and had something wrong. Or perhaps the blame for that effect on that little guy was literally devastating due to the uniform?
was shortly, and would see him lying on the floor for too much emotion.

Ah, the youth of that time.

They should try living in 1790.

At that time no one was more appropriate to securities and
labels court .

Find more prudent to remain silent for the rest of the way, simply reflect on why Paul had sent for.
Lately remember him only in emergency situations or visits politicians and representatives of other states.
"France."
Oh, that explains
exactly why he was there.
'Angleterre. "
politely answered the greeting, and Reynaud, sitting at the opposite end of the dining room table, dismisses the young man with a wave of his hand.

greeted with the same c harm
everyone else-just-British politicians who were in the room, staying very surprised that the British prime minister was not with them.
His reflections were interrupted by the words of Paul Reynaud, inviting him to sit beside him and listen for a moment only.
probably knew he could not expect more than a few minutes of attention, since that was directed, as always, almost entirely to England.
"Francis, this morning we received the news that, by accident, some Belgian soldiers confiscated documents to a German officer."
Oh, what was interesting, then.
But he could still stop listening, no? So, probably, the most important thing in those documents was how many had mangiat-croissants.
"The plan of conquest of Belgium and Holland."
parted lips, as if to say something , but merely to let out a gasp that did not pass unnoticed by his side, Arthur turned his face slightly, watching him with a look of disapproval.
Meanwhile, Reynaud spoke again. "Do not worry, anyway."
"It is not bother? Paul, this means that they are really going to get to us
! "
" Immediately,
Monsieur Bonnefoy , there is no danger. Certainly the High Command is already aware of the incident plane, and certainly do not dare to bring forward a plan that we might have at hand. " Francis ripple lips into a grimace, while the right hand clasped firmly on the wooden edge of the table.
"How much do they take to the preparation of another?"
other politicians did not intervene, leaving the discussion consumed between the two Frenchmen, probably should have been discussed previously, and this only served to further anger Francis.
"In any case, what do you think-ch."
"Do not underestimate the enemy, monsieur. It 's a mistake that we French do all too frequently. Believe me, I know. " That demonstration superiority
seemed somehow to embarrass the first minister, who was limited in responding quickly to allegations of Francis, and then close the subject.
"There we spoke only to keep you informed of the situation, I repeat that there is no imminent danger."
A nod of approval by the other ministers, and even the same Arthur, marked the end of the speech Reynauld. was crazy to think you are safe.
If I had the doubt until a few months ago, now he was absolutely certain.
After a few more minutes of formal reviews and basically useless, Francis took his leave, going faster than that damn room and leaning against the wall opposite the door, closing his eyes.
He needed to think. Of thinking and decide
what to do in a situation like that.
had to start putting in doubt the possibility of winning out from everything that was happening or was about to happen.
had to be forward looking and not be dazzled by the same objectives which is now closed their eyes to his ministers, leaving them confident and secure a position of advantage that were not in reality.
would never be able to forgive a hypothetical defeat of his nation, not when he himself was aware of the imminent danger.
"Diserti meetings, Bonnefoy?
Rapra eyes without proof were really needed: it would recognized that voice among thousands.
The sarcastic and cutting, an emphasis that carried with it the English way so grace at the expense of the many jokes that's reserved for that reason, simply his
voice. "It's not what you're doing too, Kirkland?
A grimace somewhere between disappointment and the fun rippled the lips of English, now a few steps away from him.
"Do not put me on your same level, France. I do not need to stay there, the my
ministers inform me of everything that happens, the opposite of yours. "
Francis avoided commenting on that last statement, considering much useless the idea of starting yet another endless debate and with each other.
"What do you think?"
only takes three words to understand each other. "I think for signs of a disturbing war, he should have un'esprienza of centuries."
"So you agree with me."
A simple statement, that. He knew from the start: he had seen in her gestures and expressions during discussions with Reynaud.
"We simply do not rule out negative scenarios."
A sigh slipped off the lips of the French, while still approaching a step, leaning slightly to the body of English, his head bowed.
"Leave."
The usually grumpy Arthur. that feature was probably the only constant remained fixed in his world.
Any war broke out, any alliance is formed, any peace treaty would be signed, Arthur was always the English who had come to love, even for all those faults.
"Do not pretend you are displeased, Angleterre. Recently, it was you pay me a look. "
Without even looking up, was
certain that that precise moment, the face of English had made a color somewhere between purple and burgundy.
"This is absolutely not true. "
" Of course not. Last week you got to Paris to find why, exactly? " " Chamberlain. Not excuses. " " And the orders Chaberlain how you ended up in my bed? "
Silence by the Englishman, of course.
Francis, pleased to be able to shut him up, lifted her face, crossing his eyes.
He could not understand exactly how, from the deadlock, they ended up kissing against the wall, but at that moment did not care either, actually. Of all those sighs, somewhere, there was awareness by both parties that there would be little time to still be together, though both did hard time admitting it.
"They could see us."
"I do not care."
no resistance on the part of English, this was the thing that most surprised Francis, at that time.
sighed his name, lost between her lips and her skin while his hands roamed free in all that useless stuff.
Yet, despite the destruction, despite the state of abandonment in which he was entered knowingly, he could not banish from his mind a single, nagging thought.
The sense of guilt for what he might do, say in the room, replaced by one that kept him rather busy its
room, at that time.
'Angleterre .. "
A groan of disapproval by the Englishman, who all wanted the immediate , other than being forced to think too much.
"What do you want?"
"Do you promise .. Promise me you will help me in any case. "
The concern for the fate of his nation exceeded even the fog that kept his mind closely in its grip.
"I will."
More sighs and other concerns, only a certainty. Whatever happened, they would have remained in a side by side.