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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

Wife Wants Me To Wear

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."

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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.

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Title:
Thats when i saw it in her eyes It's Over Author: Sidhe
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairing: Francis Bonnefoy / Arthur Kirkland Warnings: Yaoi
, santoddiocheschifo-AU-. Written by: Bingo: Prompt - Embarrassment.

Notes: 1. T ITLE from Rihanna - Te amo. 2. O ddio, I do not think there is nothing to say.
Thats when i saw it in her eyes It's Over Arthur Kirkland walked quickly down the hallway on the third floor, the faithful briefcase under his right arm and books in the next lesson, close to the chest .
That aspect vaguely distracted, which manifested itself fully in the smile-probably the first and the last of the day-painted on his lips almost met. Half of the students who crossed the aisle would have given anything to know what the hell had happened so catastrophic to be able to give him a little angry and sullen that air that always accompanies him.
had arrived a few weeks already, but each student had understood exactly what Arthur wanted and what could not possibly tolerate. wanted maintain his good grades in any subject.
wanted to be called by name, without the slightest possibility of debate on this point. wanted to be left alone and especially did not want anyone to arrive in less than a meter away from him. "lever immediately
your hand from my side." So what the hell was he doing that damn blond stuck to him?
Why would he decided to take a break in the damn hole insisted on calling back yard? Why was not retrace his steps in to see, those 'idiot sitting on the steps of the entrance to smoke? Why, above all, had not yet pulled a knee in the family jewels
cascamorto that damned French? "Do not be so rude, Arthur." would have liked to scream in the face of the frog croaking that no, his name was not Arrrrrrthùr
, but Arthur, with a beautiful tune English and an emphasis on first syllable, but his voice remained stuck somewhere between the lungs and trachea. Hell. To be a Frenchman had a nice smell. "You stink." Every thought is a sentence to the contrary? "More and more rude. E 'Chanel, mon trésor, all but a bad smell. " And for what stupid reason the hand of the French had not deviated from his side? And indeed, was slowly going along his chest, forcing him groped in the back against the wall behind him.
"What the hell do you want from me?" hissed the words, lifting his right hand and pressing it hard against the chest of the French, trying to diminish it.
"A kiss I would not mind." Thirty different emotions stirred in the stomach of English, reflected in sequence on his face: anger, contempt, imabarazzo, anger, embarrassment, hate, attraction-but was he? -, embarrassment and a nice tone of red to burgundy. "Fuck you, stupid frog!"
"What, you did not even kissed yet and already you want to spend at those levels?" The smile on his face French widened, while the right hand , languidly touching the breast of the other, came to rest on the hand of Arthur, pressed against his chest.
"Shut up! It takes away that hand! " hysteria levels incredibly high, in fact. Not to mention that probably had discovered a new shade of red.
Nothing to be done, the right hand of the other had no intention of leaving his own, and indeed, had begun to play with her fingers, touching and stroking with your fingertips slowly. smell good hands-morbidity. Bad, bad distraction.
"Do not worry dear, I'd never do anything without your consent." Not at all reassured by that statement (Indeed, far more worried if possible), the English still pressed his back against the wall, trying to avoid the gaze of others.
What quite impossible, since at that time, Francis decided to further reduce the distance between their faces.
And, God, I feel his breath on her lips. "Calm down, petit anglais."

Had he heard her breathing get faster? "Stop a good time to croak."
He could just make out the smile on the lips of the French, before being completely enveloped by its scent, let out a soft sigh, before slightly knit his brow and hear the other on his lips.
I wonder which one had the fault, then.
Let me get this right, you got slapped by the new
just to win a bet with Gil? "
" Meanwhile, I won. And Gil will do whatever I want for a whole week. " " But, slap, Francis! "
Francis smiled slyly, closing his eyes and bowing slightly the head back. "It was worth it, I assure you."

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Title:

Sichelschnitt - Coup de Faucille.
Title of chapter: The
t's to late to think of the value of my life.
Author: Sidhe

Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia

Torque: France v England.
Warnings: Town; angst?
Party: 1 /?

Written by: Bingo - Prompt:
Dependence.
Notes: 1. T ITLE by Rihanna - Russian Roulette.

2. N on is not even a first chapter. A prologue? Define it that way.

3. O
h, do not put a lot of historical notes, I swear. Solo, Reynaud is the French Prime Minister, while British Prime Minister Chamberlain.
The agreement of which you speak seems to me already explained at length (and is not that there is much to say, in fact).


4. The the title, yes, yes. Sichelschnitt (coup de Faucille in French) means literally 'blow of a scythe' and those who did not know was the name that the Germans had taken up the work for France. Nothing, it seemed particularly appropriate.

It's to late to think of the value of my life

She would rather not be there.

There was so much to do at home, and in any case, do not currently seem to need it.
More specifically needed him just as miserable
representative of their nation (the exact opposite, in short, of what appeared to be rather Arthur).
Reynaud did not seem willing to let him speak, at least for the time being, though in truth he suspected that the situation would remain static until the end.
No one had asked his opinion on the issue that was debated for a week now virtually everywhere.

Not that you would never have expected some interest from the English (Chamberlain seemed too similar to the line of thought of Arthur), but would have preferred, at least the representatives of his government, had asked what he thought.
Immersed in his thoughts, his elbow resting on the wooden table in front of him, and his chin on palm of the hand, did not even notice that England had done that sort of monologue that no one had dared to interrupt the power of the British Empire, and Reynaud had begun to speak.
Someone behind him blew his name, followed by an endless series of polite expressions, those who once had so much appreciated, and now simply loathed, was pleased to finally lift the look, exactly at that moment that, against all his expectations, wanted to know what he thought of all that matter.
For a second, only the illusion of a second to say what he thought.

a glance particularly intense by the Minister of Defence, segutio by a sort of disapproval toward Reynaud behind him, to convince him that once again, was not his
opinion than he would say. "
I am sure that will be beneficial to both parties. "

His speech lasted little more than a few minutes.
actually did nothing but take here and there phrases
kindly
inculcategli by the various political and orderlies and mix them together, forming a wonderful mixture of unbridled hypocrisy and flattery.
gaze absently slipped on the figure of Arthur, smiling behind Chamberlain, pleased by the demonstration quell'ennesima

his power.
was not a good idea, it was not at all.
The decision not to sign peace agreements without the consent of the nation was less prescient could have done.
And if the war had come
really them?
If the Germans had succeeded in conquering his beautiful France (an idea that almost could not even make

) had the distinct impression that the British would have thought first of all to defend and protect themselves, before their allies. And what he should do, then, your nation?

Doubts. Too many doubts that prevented him from thinking rationally doubt that prevented him from to rejoice in that agreement, but how they were doing at that exact moment, all its politicians.
Suddenly, and perhaps the speed was simply given the fact that, right now, distraction fully occupied his mind with a kind of annoying mist, a hand on his shoulder.

As a sort of dream, he pulled up, according to Reynaud out of the room and stood before, to no more than three feet away from the door, England.

For a second, glances of the two nations meet.

Pride? Power? Security?
least one of the two tests, those feelings.

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Title: Only Thing We Have is on the radio Author: Sidhe
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Torque: Francis Bonnefoy (France) / Arthur Kirkland (UK)
Warnings: Yaoi , drabble, fluff (I swear, I'm not kidding), AU.
Written by: 100 Drabble; Prompt -
052. Radio.
Notes: 1. T ITLE by Rihanna - What's My Name?
2. S ì, that is, in short, is the result of that thing (the suitcase sociopath, that's right).
Only Thing We Have is on the radio stupid What the hell was that noise?
That annoying, annoying hum in the background, despite everything that had managed to wake him up.
moaning something undefined, Arthur Kirkland buried his face in the pillow, refusing (psychologically) to wake up at all. "Arthur, we have not done partying until dawn, last night, you should be able to wake up. " Oh, he would wake.
Just to kick the damn French. With a growl dangerously scary, you sat up, finding himself in front of a particularly French smiling. "Play."
Francis merely to surround the life of the arms and gently press her lips against his, while Arthur was fighting between the urge to beat him until it reduces to a sort of bloody pulp and to kiss up to oxygen depletion. What the hell was that radio decorated with bows on her bedside table, from which, moreover, came a mawkish song in French?

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