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) I opened the door. My first reaction was not expecting, neither she nor me. I pull him over with a super bear hug more common in her than in me.
When I let go and ran his surprise, he began the conversation as if we had seen just yesterday. Among many things I explain his absence, first became ill with one of his (by now), chronic gastritis, then went to Cordoba with the mother to accompany her to chemotherapy, again and (like everyone) the chemo he fell pretty badly to the mother (rather not go into details) so I stayed the last three

Sell Auto Insurance Leads Fanfic Guarapita with Vodka Venezuela / Belarus

had consumed half of the best Ivan Vodka reserve. Also I was obsessed with knowing all the sights and did not stop criticizing the shores of Russia, comparing them with their own Caribbean beaches.
But the worst were the liberties which he took to with Ivan. He was not friendly at all, greeting him with complete ease and talking as if nothing had happened. He had fancied that it was he who personally guide you through all the tourist attractions. Sometimes even
atrevíaa Russian held her hand as they walked or make silly jokes that Iv &heaters with the maximum and also the old fireplace on. Natasha recognized several vodka bottles scattered on the floor, along with as many of rum, brandy and fruit juices. Venezuela's drunkenness was more than evident. Cheeks flushed, breath alcohol, the graceful manner of speaking. But Maria was still fully aware of everything going on around them. Not incoherent, immediately recognized and invited to sit with exaggerated education. That's reason to think that maybe they could have their important "conversation" without problems. As soon sat , The brunette gave him a drink in hand, with a drink rather dubious. - Guarapita - told continued watching the cup with suspicion. Then began a long explanation in Russian half half in English to describe how and with which he prepared the strange drink called guarapita. Although it would have completely understood the explanation, Natasha would not prove the thing that ultimately an alcohol odor strong enough to knock him out. Venezuela And then laughed heartily and said something that unfortunately it was able to understand.
- I prepared very hard. I understand you do not want, not everyone is able to dilute withtar my drinks.

And before the threat of taking away the cup from the hands, Natasha went to her lips and drank it in one gulp. It was certainly a strong drink, but nothing that she could not resist. Venezuela

laughed again and went on for a while. From then began to talk and talk as usual, throwing a few words in English and then. But Belarus stopped bothering after his third guarapita and his second glass of Vodka.

did not know very well in that moment he began to relax as much as to speak it too. Maybe when Venezuela began to insult and Alfredto highlight each of their hateful defects, things that Natasha could not help but agree. Glass leaves, glass is, the fact is that when they started talking about how nice it looked when Ivan blushed, laughed heartily Belarus but not the way it was sprawled in Venezuela.

- You can tell they are brothers - said in the Latin Russian bad - also Colorada you look more beautiful, even prettier than Ivan

And then Natasha took the conscious red was, although he was not sure why, if the stifling room temperature, or the amount of alcohol he had taken, or perhaps

that he had just said she was pretty, even prettier than her beautiful brother. A second later, he realized how close he was to Venezuela, most wrapped in his arms, his lips very close, and her breasts are even closer. Venezuela's lips came Masy could still feel surrounded by alcohol on his breath before the kiss. He also felt as to be accommodated on it, while pushing her hand against her mouth, another hand fighting clothing and other hand slid under the shirt of Maria to undo her bra. But what about that lasthand? Or course, this was the hand of Natasha. When Venezuela was finally able to take the dress, the blonde sighed in relief. How much time had stood in that room with such a dress? Task changed hands and now a rubbed his chest and one ran an indiscreet way. But both were interrupted so that Natasha could get the shirt and bra. Venezuela fell on it again, this time hitting Belarus felt her breasts, rubbing her thighs, skin against skin. Rear hand finally reached its destination, playing the light curls of his crotch, while Russia scraped her fingernails on her thigh and let out latino primery fruit juice and you can hit very hard if you take it with confidence. I think even the official drink Cuyaga (?). Anyone with more knowledge and desire to instruct is welcome. It's crazy, anyway, I know. But I had fun writing it and I hope someone likes to read.

Challenges, jokes, tips, all are welcome.

Thanks for reading.

Lingual Braces On Nhs Dirty Side Fanfic Argentina / Peru

First fic I write with the characters of latin_hetalia . Much, much nerves. At least I hope this is well written and entertaining. Bear in mind that it was done with love.

Note: Martiny Miguel's characters belong to fandom latin_hetalia

Warnings: Descriptions subidita tone a bit ... and some other cultural confusion due to my ignorance

Meet for dinner would always be a porblem for them both. Luckily for her pacidquo;

Perhaps that day his patience had reached its limit. Or the misguided desire to found a new way of escape.

- Okay, okay, if you do not want to eat, not eat - so maternal told to change at once a tone suggestive - but I warn you that if you do not eat I also

eyes wide open, mouth hanging slightly, looking down and surprised, were proof that the Argentine had understood the double meaning of that phrase. Miguel did not know whether to be proud or not to know their weaknesses. do marinated with other ingredients (there are thousands, thousands and thousands of recipes on the Internet). According to the wiki is considered Peru's cultural heritage (really?). Ocopa (I thought 15 times before writing this word) "is a typical Peruvian dish, originally from the city of Arequipa" (see the Wikipedia article) very similar to Huancaína Fries. Potatoes is accompanied by a sauce of marigold, chili mirasol and other things. (The sauce is a curious green color, so what Martin elejí to sting him with suspicion). Anyone with a little more knowledge feel free to correct me. SeriouslyI have no idea beyond what I read, so go ahead and instruyanme please.

Insult using Miguel "Conchudo is directly stolen from the Dictionary of Peru in the Latin community Hetalia. So again, let me know if the application is incorrect or should replace it with another. As for the Locro (that know him) is a stew made with pumpkin, corn, beans and many other things. Is treated like a very traditional food and eaten at almost all national holidays (by the way, I love it!).

Anyway, those are all the clarifications. I hope I have messed up

Similar To Denise Milani Used Fanfic Germany / France

Yes, I know. This is also hetalia_esp

Disclamer: The characters belong to Himayura Hidekazu. The storyline itself is mine.

Crack, I know, but I love this couple. As is the second fic I post I have a little more confidence. ☆

Author: Yop
☆ Characters / Pairs: Germany / France, reference to the Holy Roman Empire ☆
Warnings: Descriptions subidita pitch something, something perhaps
OoC
For France, having sex with Germany was an unusual experience and riesgoza. Especially when it oc LudwigUrre ask questions about a past that involves both. Germany is not ready for that answer and neither is France to give it.

Accustomed

France was used to that silence in the room. Was normal and that his relationship with Germany had always been of few words and much action. The snorts and moans of Ludwig to penetrate, his own moans, screams profanities and light, the only sounds were exchanged. If they did speak before sex. Those talks couldbe very enjoyable at times, but always floated to the surface old resentments. And amid insults ended up in bed.

At the time, Francis felt more than ever like his brother, as well as differences. The quiet serious and delicate, almost methodical movements that Ludwig took off her clothes and stood in the bed, table, floor, showed a tact and sensitivity that Prussia never had (at least for him). On the other hand, the way he breathed, and imposed its presence, its power to envestida, squeezing his safety in his arms and, above all, her smile, in all these things the younger brother was a carbon copy of Gilbert. CHoacute; off guard and could not get defensive.

- Why do you ask?

- I ask first

A moment of silence, this time it uncomfortable

- Yes, he knew

- So you should know ... - stopped him by placing a finger on her lips as I came Ludwig ; to contact inexplicably nervous.

- First answer my question

The German looked away, as if hesitating to answer

- Italy mentioned it in his sleep. I read some things about it in books, but penI know that it was best to ask someone I had known.

Francis asked if he could call it jealousy I was feeling. But he could not discern the answer to feel the hand of imprisoning his Ludwig into the mattress so he could not keep quiet again.

- Now it's your turn You know how it was that disappeared?

The French felt that question was a low blow. At the end of the day was Germany who is to judge?

- If you've been reading about it, you know the answer to that question. I killed him.

Germany stayed static for a moment, Noqueado by something like guilt by asking that question. Still did not stop questioning.

- You're right, I already knew. But it was not itself that

wanted to ask - what then? Stop going around and go straight to the point What do you want to know?

Just a moment of doubt more.

- Are you really sure that disappeared?

France considered the option of running away right then and naked as he was, right on the border with Switzerland, and start jumping and swinging your arms with a red whiteoacute; facing me. Perhaps it was not the way you imagine, but I can assure you that in this world there is no Holy Roman Empire. Ludwig

relax, thinking the answer. Resignacióny gave a snort of relief ran through his lover. The worst part was over. Now there was only one question to be clarified. Francis Ludwig waited for their defenses go down completely before asking.

- I can ask you something I do now?

As expected, the German was surprised and only managed to nod.

- If you were Leyeastante betrayed. In all, this was the most uncomfortable question that made Ludwig. His face a little flushed and his eyes have seemed tender trembling not for the seriousness of the moment. So Ludwig's eyes stayed fixed and understanding flooded her face. His eyes were stuck on the breast of France and he believed suspect that part exactly. Before Francis react, a German finger was lifted to land on French chest, just above the heart, and gently press there, in the scar that it be recognized Ludwig caused.

- I guess ... I'm used to cause you pain

And France glanced the huge scar that almost dividíaa Germany in two, and that he, in part, had helped cause. While

decidíaa cross it with the lips (making the flush gradually increase in Ludwig), could not help thinking that the feeling was mutual.

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Al finally beginning to understand with the lj cut (I hope).

not ask me why but I love these two together. I want to read more about them (can you write more about them.) For

who do not know, the Holy Roman Empire disappeared in 1806 when the last Emperor Franz II decreed the suspension of the title after the defeat of their military forces at the hands of Napoleon .

The scar on the chest of Francis symbolize the German occupation of Paris during the Second World War. I know, I know, the joke of the Paris Eiffel Tower would send lower areas of the body of Francis, but I thought it was good there as on his heart. (Also imagine how that would ruin the moment Ludwig lay a finger just 'there'). &

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laugh the excuse for Francis complained of dark circles and Antonio is the shift from a nap. The lack of business was the reason that Gilbert back bar early that night. And right now he could not help but wonder why? Why had returned so soon? Why was not left alone at the bar drinking until you fall unconscious or too drunk to remember nothing in the morning? If Gilbert had not arrived early that night would not have heard those sounds. When you open the door for sure he was hallucinating by the drunk, but then record &riagando as before and loved the way the boy resisted. But if I kept doing this scandal was a possibility that his brothers listened. And then all that night would become a big mess (worse than they already were). Should remember that this was for good sexual health of his brother (well, maybe then a bit for other reasons, but his brother was the main no doubt). Gilbert Of course it was not difficult to make two plus two and come up with the faster (but not safer) to silence the Italian, given the situation. Cutting to the screams Italian goalor standing in front of Gilbert sticking their look of hatred.
- Not bad ... - laughed the albino - Are we on the other?

She thought that Lovino going to throw a strike, which would have meant having to continue the game. But in a blink, the Italian had turned around and ran away. Before you know it, all that remained was a trail of brown smoke.

"You can always count on the cowardice of an Italian" Gilrbert scoffed to himself. While recognizing that kiss pretty well. And that insolent eyes all the time. Now I understood the obsession ó n Antonio ...

"Ouh, Antonio" And a little shiver ran down the back of Prussia.

- I'm dead - said aloud to nobody in particular - I am more than dead. It's time for me to compose a requiem.

The doors of the music room of the house of Austria were flung open, interrupting the music. Spain came in like a hurricane to be face to face with Roderic. The dark-haired little they leave the light of the piano.

- Those are not ways to enter the house of another person, even if trust is

- Where is Prussia? Roderic

If I had not known so well to Antonio, he might have felt some fear. His attitude, pose, hidden anger in his eyes and the way that almost spit every word, he recalled that time in which together had been a great empire. Anyway, Antonio could intimidate many, but not him.

- In Germany, I guess

- not there. And the Ludwig look and says he does not see it for two weeks. - The voice of Spain was younsando as

let go every word - And that has to do with me?

Antonio's hand hit the piano hard and Austria finally took off in the eyes of the keys to stick them in your visitor.

- not here, if that's what you think

Spain was thought for a moment, apparently deciding whether to believe or not. Roderic Meanwhile accommodate the scores that the blow had knocked

.

- Are you writing anything? - Asked the English out of their silence

- Yes, a requiem

- than timelyor!

Antonio's voice sounded almost jovial, as he turned to leave. But before reaching the door he stopped, right next to a former board chair with several pillows.

- If you see Gilbert tell him I'm looking

come without waiting for an answer with the same attitude that had almost entered stormy. Austria turned their attention to the music and continued his interpretation, to be completely sure that Spain had withdrawn.

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What did you do this time? - Launched;

air - nothing wrong - said a head of white hair sticking out from under the chair - just did my duty Big Brother

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Here is my first attempt at fanfic on LJ. I'm still trying to understand the post and cut and all that. So I hope that this has gone halfway decent and have not caused any disaster.

I hope at least the fic has entertained JEJ. I think it was a bit OoC Lovino.

Any advice or be shit to fart & a

English To Greek Congratulatory Phrases

Where did that part of my brain that tells me when to stop talking? "I could have told you confused with a basil" Obviously

Sappho, accustomed to these comments of mine, from now putea me China.

And yet, the blocks between that point and Totto's house were enough for me to mess up again. Sappho apparently needed a little more puteara me.

"I have a frizzy hair!" Sappho said Maso least two blocks from our destination "Sure I look like theimage of the 'before' in a publicity Sedal "

It denies the frizz (which incidentally I also bear), but my friend's complaint was an exaggeration.

"But nothing to do! You do not have much frizz your hair "

" No, just my idea, "Why the temptation again?

"Uh ... No, it is not to say that. Let's face it ... "

was two blocks from Sappho cagándome moody and I laugh, because angry, though dangerous, do not cease to be funny.

Reminds me of that time in late February of last year. She was furious with the boyfriend of a friend who knew us in the pool. The boy was CECH and, as we knew, had re hanging on us and sent us to do errands in the first group. In short, we did ask that the list of attendees, who went to the rocks, the list of mail and telephones, etc.. All those tedious tasks you should do it, but that advantage, we fit to us. I managed to disengage with my amazing (and sometimes annoying) ability to be effortlessly lining. But no need to be lining Sappho in nature. Waslast day of attendance, and the boy had saturated. Say it was not in a good mood.

it got worse when the boy came up (to fuck or not) challenge her and I can not remember why. Sappho fuming and biting for no good time to send him to hell.

To celebrate the end of the CECH attended a barbecue held at the university. This guy was leading the group to

"low", the meeting place par excellence of students in leisure time and completely unknown to our young minds. But amid that also wanted to fix some tr & aacicos have green shirts "

" The use of green shirts CECH Will the CEHC? "

A small group of boys was escorted by several 'green shirts' to an unknown destination.

"What if we?" Brand Safo sigh

involved "and give"

So we set sail for adventure ... or so I imagined as I shook the laughter. And if that was an adventure! Because the group that followed, walked and walked through the paths between weeds and farther and farther away from campus. Reachwonder if we were not really following any religious sect to their mass suicide away from civilization.

To all this, we assumed that our group was looking for. As time went on we decided we had to show signs of life (especially if he was right about the cult). There was one problem. We had no phones in the group. Had been forgotten in some book.

"I know, I have the number on the cell Totto" Totto

was who I had the best group. And since I had somermal).

"I called ... called ..." The laughter I tried to explain

"Totto not have a landline phone ... I called ... I answered the mother I should think that ..." And there , I broke down.

I stood, clutching his belly that was beginning to ache, literally dying of laughter because every few minutes I was gasping for air. All of a sudden outbreak gained temptation. To top Sappho face looked at me "You're kidding me, right?" And without a shred of grace. Apparently the whole situation & am

Sharp Intestinal Pain

In 2011 the war plagues the world and major powers like England and America are falling.

pumps and squabbles are everywhere, and has developed the ultimate weapon of the moment biochemistry, a tear gas bomb which causes terrible pain to those who inhale its vapors, and that eventually leads to death.

failed What if that gun? That's what I try to discover the Moon inetrnado City, built on the ruins of an old orphanage of lurid rumors are, at the foot of an enchanted forest where the orphanage children and marked up dead. In the institution of Moon City are trying to determine what happens to the survivors of these bombs, released simultaneously in different parTES in the UK, since apparently no greater than 30 have survived but all those who have developed strange powers, which are affected with the comings and goings of a mysterious moon home in the internship of Moon City.

All the survivors are now living together there, trying to master their powers to serve the nation in this bloody war.

Do you dare? Moon City

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