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A broken promise, you were not honest

Title: A broken promise, You Were not honest
Author: sidhedcv
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairing: Francis Bonnefoy (France) / Matthew Williams (Canada)
Warnings: angst, yaoi
Written by: Bingo: Prompt - Wounds
Notes 1. T ITLE and initial quote: Placebo - Broken Promise.
2. Z ì, inZomma, the historical period is always the same - but Daver? - Ergo, more or less, 1700.
If we really want to be picky, between 1754 and 1763.
3. O kay, actually I do not know if this time they did have dolls made of porcelain, but passatemela, okay? Here, as good \u0026lt;3

A broken promise, You Were not honest
" I'll cry about this
and hide my cuckold eyes,
off as you like Concerned all,
'll find no solace in your poor apology,
in your regret That sounds absurd,
keep singing. "

Canada wonders what's inside those boxes and the question remains in the throat, access blocked by the lips, as the boy is too fearful to be able to ask the individual concerned.
It then asks what if they do, Francis, five, ten, twenty dolls almost identical: all with the same words almost lost in the void, mute, perhaps resigned - so they like - and this time the application is able to make his way through his teeth to overcome the barrier formed by the thin lips, and, finally, he finds himself to drift into the room, halfway between the two.
"I like them. The collect. "
Mathieu remains silent, for the umpteenth time, but merely to ponder the simple, four words, but could not help but think that there is something behind those few letters.
seems like another one of those dolls, motionless and apparently peaceful.
I wonder if those sisters in china stirs a whirlwind of emotions similar to the one who holds his stomach, he once again calls on Canada, but this is one of the questions that remain unanswered and, on reflection, even that will leave the his head.
Still silent, leaving Francis with her strange job, leaving the room still lost in thought.
It says nothing, not even when, the next night, hidden behind the door of the room, feel officials short talk with France. It does not react because know, it is safe, that Francis will say something and not let it define a useless piece of land - this name seems to follow him everywhere, now - e.. and finally, when you see him pass a hand through his hair and nodded resignedly, he begins to believe that it is not that important.
But he is silent as always, more and more like one of those beautiful dolls blank expression.

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You'll never change what's been and gone - Lascia ch'io pianga. [fanmix]

Title: 'll never change what's been and Gone [fanmix]
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairing: Francis Bonnefoy (France) / Weillschmidt Ludwig (Germany)
Note: 1. bingo_italia , prompt Scar .

  MediaFire - Rar
 

closer to the edge – 30 seconds to mars

[ Ludwig → Francis  

It was a thousand to one and a million to two

Time to go down in flames and I'm taking you Closer to the edge

---

This never ending story paid for with pride and fate

We all fall short of glory

Lost in our fate No I'm not saying I'm sorry
One day maybe we'll meet again
No I'm not saying I'm sorry
One day maybe we'll meet again



 

pictures of you – the cure [Ludwig → Francis
so much more than everything

hold for the last time then slip away quietly
open my eyes but I never see anything.
   

army of me – björk
[Francis → Ludwig army of me  
the hardest part – coldplay
[Francis → Ludwig  
the animal instinct– cranberries
[Francis → Ludwig

so take my hands and we will pray

they won't take you away they will never make me cry, no,

they will never make me die.





hate this and i'll love you – muse

[Francis → Ludwig everything I have
you're making me feel

like I was born to service you
but I am growing by the hour
you left us far behind
so we all discard our souls

and blaze through your skies

so unafraid to die.
  stop crying your heart out – oasis

[Ludwig → Francis

under the bridge – red hot chili peppers
[Francis → Ludwig
lonely as I am, together we cry
I don’t ever want to feel
like I did that day

take me to the place I love
take me all the way.

  let me live – queen


[Francis → Ludwig another little piece of my heart why don't you take it and break it and tear it all apart all I do is give
all you do is take baby why don't you give me a brand new start
lascia ch'io pianga – celtic woman
[Francis → Ludwig And that I, and who long for freedom
Let me weep over my cruel fate
And that I long for freedom
The duel infringes these twisted
my sufferings I pray for mercy.

Anbesol After Tooth Extraction

Only photos keeps me company

title: I Do not Believe That anybody feels the way I do about you.

Author: sidhedcv
 

Fandom:
Glee (season 2) – spoiler 2 x 06– Never Been Kissed.
Pairing:
Dave Karofsky/Kurt Hummel (Kurtofsky *3*)
Avvertimenti:
Slash; angst
Scritta per:

Challenge special #9 @
it100

- Prompt: 2. Only photos keeps me company ( New Found Glory
)
Note: 1. T itolo from: Oasis - Wonderwall.
I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you
Carta lucida, profumo di inchiostro fresco, mani sulla carta, segni leggeri di impronte.
is as his own, somehow, it's as if only slowly move your fingers on the delicate features captured in that photo, not being able to - not having the courage - do in fact , would make it truly his own.
Hundreds of his pictures hidden everywhere: books, exercise books, school diary, wallet - there was one who loved , scattatagli secretly while singing, just hidden in a bus pass and a dollar bill that he would probably never
moved from position.

obsession, a sickness, at the most.

Certainly not love, right?
Title: T he fire in your heart is out.

Author:



sidhedcv

Fandom:
H arry Potter

Pairing: Gellert Grindelwald / Albus Dumbledore.
Avvertimenti:
Slash; angst.
Scritta per:
Challenge special #9 @
it100

- Prompt: 2. Only photos keeps me company (
New Found Glory )
Notes: 1. T ITLE from: Oasis - Wonderwall.
The fire in your heart is out
"Albus?"
The room resounds a dry sound, while the pages of the book is closed again with a sort of slight violence unintended. "Is everything okay?" "Certainly. I've only stopped in the middle of a rather careful reading. "


" I can come back later if you wish. "

"No, of course not. Tell me well, Minerva. "

Nestled in the pages of this book - The Tales of Beedle the Bard, could not make a better choice - no one else would ever peeled if not for his will, a photograph.
Two boys hugged each other, nothing more.

blonde locks and red intertwined.

La Nina La Pinta La Santa Maria

[Scar Tissue] Day's dawning, skins crawling, pure morning

Title: S car tissue Chapter Title:
Day's Dawning, skins crawling, pure morning. Part: 4 /?
Author: sidhedcv
Fandom: A XIS Powers Hetalia
Pairing: F rancis Bonnefoy / Arthur Kirkland Warnings: Y aoi, AU; shit about shit, misuse of hunting calls (?) Written by: Bingo_ Italy - Prompt: Fog. Notes: 1. T ITLE by: Red Hot Chili Peppers - Soul to Squeeze Day's Dawning, skins crawling, pure morning Blind. reached out to the right side of the bed, feeling the void in search of the table and consequently the light switch. None. To his right there was nothing.
The first thought that struck him was exactly there is no table, followed immediately by a fuck, that fucking headaches, just to be an end in the early morning, and then conclude in beauty with a oh shit, because there is no bedside table? By becoming strong and fighting the temptation to lie down-oh, but it was

so comfortable-you sat up, trying to accustom his eyes to the darkness that reigned in the room.

That was not her, obviously. Where the fuck are they?
fourth and probably last coherent thought of the morning, but by a miracle Arthur Kirkland was able to find what looked like the light switch and, oh, that was not very home. closed his eyes, running a hand over his face and trying to remember something the night before.
Flashes of memories. alcohol, for sure the bitter taste in his mouth was due to that. Alcohol e.. a laugh? Yes, a laugh, that he remembered quite well. The problem was to remember exactly who it was that damn laugh. He dropped back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, e.. Wait a minute, what was that that was touching in that moment? A sheet?
same die: deep breath, ignore the thick skull, huge effort to convince the rest of the body to sit up and finally a ticket. "
right back. Francis. "
Oh, well, this was a clue. Francis - Francis - Francis - Francis - Francis-Fran! had not even found the formula a magic spell, all the memories came back to the night before - which would explain the sudden burgundy-English.
Good heavens. had to get away from there as soon as possible. That meant being able to do some step-and-even more than that without the head began to revolve, to retrieve his clothes and figure out how the heck do to get back home.
for poverty, had already experienced this horrible little town to be able to even get lost in three steps from the hotel, could not even thinking about how he would come back without even knowing where he was at that time. was standing a couple of minutes, engaged in picking up the clothes thrown on the ground-damn pants who had managed somehow to get under the bed, when the door swung open, letting a French entered it lla room, finding a very nice show in front of him.
"Oh, please , remains in that position." barely suppressed laughter from the gloved hand of Francis, followed by a growl by the Englishman.
"No comment, I'm looking for my clothes." "And why? I brought you breakfast. " Fortunately Arthur was still bowed, his head encased in the shoulders, which managed to prevent the other saw him with that absurd expression, her face flushed and her lips just opened, looking vaguely surprised.

not expecting it, in fact, just did not expect and in fact had already planned to leave, just, and close the small, stupid parentheses. What is clearly not as simple as that now found himself - still with his mouth open - in the arms of France, with a croissant in hand.
"Are you awake long?"
"Not much." "I'm sorry that I did not find, I-compensatory measures"
"She 'Shut up." said than done, he put the French in his mouth a piece of brioche, but merely brooding in silence over what had happened in the last hours - in the last minute, especially. " It was normal to feel so guilty and in fact was not even so much that it felt so normal .. peaceful and euphoric at the same time.
But it was good to put aside the thoughts become, in all those years, the few other things were good like that. "I've taken literally?"
"Mh-mh now," replied the Frenchman, and gotten a look that could easily have murdered someone, it was a knife from the other. "You're an idiot."
The laughter again - it was normal that he liked croaking laugh so much? Maybe it was one of those calls for hunting and those nice stomach cramps were, in fact, many small frogs. "
"You're always so cute?" "No, only with people I really like."
Without even thinking, her face hidden in the hair of the French, those words spontaneously decided to leave the lips of Arthur and remain blissfully floating in the air a few seconds, before being heard loud and clear to the ear Francis. Awkward silence.
"I said seriously."
"Oh no?"

"No. Be said sarcastically. "
" Do not I thought scarcasmo. "
" It's not my problem if you know what you should not understand. "
Francis quickly analyze the available options - which were then only two, in fact, continue to pull the string and hope not to be massacred or to find a way to shut him up - and decided that it was probably better to opt for second choice, even if this meant having to fight with my nails
tooth and to get one, damn kiss.
Strange, then, whether he liked it so much too.

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Vanilla skies, white picket fences in your eyes: vision of you and me


Title:
Vanilla skies, white picket fences in your eyes: vision of you and me
Author:
sidhedcv

Fandom: Glee (season 2) - spoiler
2 x 06 - Never Been Kissed.
Pairing: Dave Karofsky / Kurt Hummel (Kurtofsky * 3 *)

Avvertimenti: Slash; angst;
Scritta per: Challenge special #9 @ it100
- Prompt: 8. I don't care if you don't change (
Something Corporate )

Vanilla skies, white picket fences in your eyes: vision of you and me
Baciami, baciami, baciami, baciami.
Era davvero così just wrong to have that thought in your head?
She should hate him, he should avoid
even now, would not have to follow and, indeed, would not even have to look
because, it was certain, was the look that launched him, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss-a drag in that situation.

situation where it would be and, by golly,
no,
should not even think to be literally thrown against a wall, a short walk from the school, where all would-potut.
Karofsky Where everyone could see that she kissed him.

And the worst thing was wanting to add a finally
to that phrase.