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Eighth Chapter:

Songs for You

Title of Chapter: " Kishikaisei, Riraito shite"

Character / Couple: Prussia / Gilbert Beilschmidt Holy Roman Empire (NO INCEST)

Song: Rewrite - Asian Kung-Fu Generation

Words: 108

Rating: Green

Genre: Sad

Warnings: Drabble

-Let's stop here .-

Sitting in the shade of a tree, with the chance to catch their breath after the walk, the Holy Roman Empire looked good the one who introduced himself as "Prussia" means an albino boy, with deep red eyes.

Little wanted him so many questions: Why had saved him? Why, among the thousands of people lying in their blood that soaked the field, had taken him? Where were you heading?

What had been his friends, his home ... of Italy. His beloved Italy ... would ever magazine?

He felt the heavy body and leaving him unconscious, supported from the arms of Prussia.

-Rest, Germany ... Now it's over .-

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seventh chapter ^ ^

Songs for You

Title of Chapter: " Michiko ni aru mono ni ki wo Tsune tsuketeinai to"

Character / Couple: Northern Italy / Feliciano Vargas, Germany / Ludwig Beilschmidt

Song: Joe Inoue - Closer

Words: 281

Rating: Green

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Flashfiction

-Oh! Germany! Germany! -

I do not even wonder what happened. I know you're definitely fallen, I know when I'll find you Volter ground, with tears in corners of the eyes and the leg wound close to his chest.

slowed down with a sigh, because this is further proof of your clumsiness. I go back on my feet and I find you just as I had imagined.

seem to mind, because when I meet your eyes - wet and red from the first tears - they snap into a different direction. I bend to your side trying to understand the extent of damage.

-Su Italy, let me see your knee .-

trembling and hesitation, but eventually give in and show me the wound, slightly bloody, with a piece of cloth and water do you need to treat it. Groans of dissent by the burning. If your body is shaken by quakes serves me correctly, you're trying not to cry. He pulled up his eyes, I can finally look good.

For a moment our eyes meet and I lose myself in your, stones deep amber liquid, which still linger to observe even the most insignificant things in the world, but your eyes look beautiful and unique.

Your lips are stretched into a smile, a radiant smiles of those able to brighten even the most pessimistic people. I do not know how, but your eyes can send me a peace and joy that only you know to donate.

If now on my face a smile spontaneously - accompanied by a slight blush - it is only thanks to you. Tighten the strap to the knee and get up. Now it is I who look away from you, smiling and happy again.

-Come on, Italy .-

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E 'by about three days that I go on like this -.- Cough, cough, cough, runny nose and cough.
But I say, is May. E 'in May and I have the flu! My immune system are very worthwhile. __. Contributing rain and wind, so to me going on some days é.è
And I wish the school shut in advance. I'm sick ç.ç each day is equivalent to a test or a query. Seriously, I'm having a nervous breakdown -.- °

the fault of the school work pace in the afternoon - and sometimes even the night - on the books. Yesterday I even hit her with the book of Latin! Today verification ... and of course what I had studied with so much hard work the night before I was not required. Fair enough =.= * * active mode selfcontrol

another test tomorrow - but from? -, Epica. I do not care that much - ergo, tomorrow will be a sucks: D -. What a joy!

This afternoon I got out a tear. Yes, because today my dog has gone to live with my sister up in Piedmont ee In other words, is not far away, Liguria is down there. But already I miss Kira. Despite

http://i39.tinypic.com/eijkb9.jpg has enjoyed for months to destroy the hands and legs - I have a hard Pellacchia ù.ù uhn! -, I want them really well and today as I saw it go on the machine, I was close to the heart ... I'm not doing so sentimental

Finally oO * drum roll *... tomorrow will update my story xD and if I can write a OneShot - always on APH - why is it since yesterday I have an idea in mind that I absolutely want to develop. Hoping it comes out a nice thing \u0026lt;3

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FanFiction - Songs For You


sixth chapter. WARNING! : Red o.o rating
not satisfy me much. __.

Songs for You

Title of Chapter: " Mamoru hito wa kyou wa imasen koetara dokomade ikeru not?"

Character / Couple : America / Alfred F. Jones, England / Arthur Kirkland

Song: Miku Hatsune (Vocaloid) - Romeo & Cinderella

Words:

Rating: Red

Genre: Romance, Comedy, Erotic

Warnings: Flashfiction, Lemon

's chest England pressed against his was so hot.

could clearly hear the beating of his heart while increasing, still hugging him, slipped off the pants dropping to the ground, accompanied soon after by the boxer.

Soon after, England felt the soft texture of the blankets in the back and not just lost contact with the body of America, she covered her face with her hands red with embarrassment.

America looked at him, making his eyes wander over every inch of skin of English, touching it with fingers, kissing those points more prominent than others. He smiled slightly at seeing England so embarrassed and awkward to hold for well-thought if this thought in order to avoid a lightning-castration.

pulled back the hands of England from his face, staring with love her green eyes, liquid pleasure. Gently kissed those lips that wanted for a long time, then the language of the meeting and caressing with her own.

America had never imagined that would come up to that point. Nor is England. That afternoon, had also quarreled-England had already mentally prepared in the morning as a precaution. "

America, which separated from the kiss, he opened a drawer in the nightstand beside the bed, then pull out a bottle. Wet your fingers with lubricant under the astonished gaze of England.

-Will some 'bad, but I will be very good trust me! -

-I hope so ... -

America spread the legs of England, depositing soft kisses on the eyelids, cheeks, neck companion while slowly penetrated with the first finger. England groaned for the initial discomfort, wrapping his arms around the American neck. The feeling was not the best, and when he felt a second finger could not repress a groan. America, alarmed, embraced England resuming to kiss him, while l’altro stringeva di più le braccia sul suo collo.

Inaspettatamente, America sentì le guance premere e si ritrovò davanti il viso rosso di Inghilterra.

-Basta…sbrigati a farlo!-

America non si aspettava una simile reazione da parte di Inghilterra, ma da una parte era felice. Ciò significava che anche lui desiderava davvero andare fino in fondo.

Tolse le dita, andando poi a slacciare la cerniera dei pantaloni e abbassare l’intimo. Si posizionò meglio tra le gambe di Inghilterra, guardandolo negli occhi cercando di trasmettergli tutto l’amore che provava in quel momento.

Il gemito di dolore di Inghilterra lo fece desistere dall’andare avanti, ma la mano dell’inglese intrecciata alla sua, e il sorriso sul suo volto –anche se forzato- lo rassicurò.

I suoi gemiti e quelli di Inghilterra riempirono la stanza per un tempo che nessuno dei due seppe calcolare. Alfred spinse più forte, mentre una mano andava a masturbare Inghilterra, che assecondava l’americano spingendo il bacino verso quello del compagno.

-Ah…Ing-Inghilterra!-

-Aaah! Ame-rica ...

With a strangled cry, America was accompanied by England shortly after.

America lay the body of England, to catch his breath.

America ... -

Yes, tell me ... -

NGH-I ... ... -

-Tu? What? Ah, I love you too! -

-idiot I'm suffocating! You are heavy! Arise, arise, arise! -

America noted mentally do not ever lie on England, for any reason.

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fifth chapter vv

Songs for You

Title of Chapter: "When the cat's out how the bats come out to play"

Character / Couple: Northern Italy / Feliciano Vargas, Germany / Ludwig, Prussia / Gilbert Beilschmidt

Song: Timbaland feat Nelly Furtado & Soshy - Morning After Dark

Words: 500 (Word)

Rating: Yellow

Genre: Dark, Introspective

Warnings: Flashfiction, AU, Threesome

It is said that curiosity killed the cat ... but satisfaction brought him back to life.

What bizarre truth.

My friends were clear: a tour of the homes in the neighborhood to do damage, after visiting the graves. The idea I was terrified. But when they told me that there would be a surprise waiting for me, I changed my mind.

Curse. Had it not been for my curiosity, that night I never found myself alone, lost and scared to death in the middle of a cemetery.

The cries of night birds and the wind whipping the trees did not help their own.

to panic was a bad idea. Running was a bad idea. Going to bump into something - or someone - was a disgrace.

I wondered why my body had not yet come in contact with the ground, then the iron grip on my arm I realized that someone had stopped my crashing to the ground.

I pulled on the eye fatigue, stretching a smile.

Two deep amethyst eyes chained my eyes, studying my face and giving me the feeling of being helpless, totally dominated him.

From under the hood of the coat I saw wisps of silver hair, almost white. That guy - I could not define the age, the facial features I do not permit it - I jerked against his body, one arm around her waist, inondami ears slightly disturbing laugh. I tried to struggle, scared, but the strength of the unknown was superior to mine.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. That sounds horrible, I thought.

New figure stepped closer to us. Forced against the chest of albinism only turned his eyes, crossing that of a young man with blond hair and ice blue eyes. He parried another guy in front, thus preventing any escape.

I did not even have time to make no sound. The flesh of the neck was broken by something very sharp, which I identified a little later as teeth. Blood traitor was leaving my body to feed the creature of the night. I received a new bite, this time dall'albino.

I cried. I cried because my fate was sealed. I cried because what I felt was not pain but pleasure.

I have no idea where to find me: is a room that I have never seen, wrapped in darkness, except for the shuttered windows from which light filters.

My body is shivering, I feel my head spin round and I have sore muscles.

If it is not all false, then the signs must be stayed.

trailing your fingers, neck, wincing slightly when I feel under the fingertips of small holes, on both sides. Suddenly everything seems clearer.

The world was collapsing under my feet, I have the feeling of being crushed by something. So I better sit on the floor, I pick up your knees to your chest and let his head hang between them, singing a lullaby full of pain.

I hear the door open. So this is my destiny ...

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Songs For You: Songs For You

fourth chapter, written with great difficulty -.- but it's a present for my tesoraH \u0026lt;3


Songs for You

Title of Chapter: "The Way That You Move it's got me fiendin 'for more"

Character / Couple: France / Francis Bonnefoy, England / Arthur Kirkland

Song: Craig David - Hot Stuff

Words: 97 (Word)

Rating: Green

Genre: Comedy, Romance

Warnings: Drabble, Crossdressing

looking girls wearing skirts towering bore his body to overheat in an exaggerated way, especially in the lower parts.

The movements of the feminine body, the way they cross their legs and ability to communicate with the body urged him to want-sometimes even considered it had a specific task, see the beauty of person. With often painful results.

-Stop drooling, stupid frog! And hurry up with this photo! -

But the sight of Arthur - standing in front of him wearing a skirt that left little to & rsquo ; imagination-it was something unique and highly erotic.

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third chapter =)




Songs for You

title Chapter: " use Watashi tabun demo ii no ni ," Ikanai de "mo yo hyena"

Character / Couple: America / Alfred J. Jones, England / Arthur Kirkland

Song: HALCALI - Long Kiss Goodbye

Words: 496 (Word)

Rating: Green

Genre: Romance

Warnings: Flashfiction

Notes: * Nantucket = tuft of Alfred xD, I used a bad word, sorry ^ ^''

At that moment the fear that someone could see it was gone, vanished as it was also the embarrassment that had taken possession of him before.

as he jumped in head to do it? It was not that he flip-

Mmh-..- breast Alfred adhered perfectly to her, as her mouth with her sister, by sending heat and causing him a stifled groan.

Oh well, I certainly could not complain about the result.

The American had come to visit him that evening. A courtesy call? Of course not, Arthur had immediately understood. Alfred just wanted to see a horror movie brand new and do what he needed someone who did the company.

not afraid-I did not! It's just that I'm not going to watch it alone-

He held the screaming, but the jumps for the fright Alfred if he had not saved by moving to 10 cm on the couch and a little annoyed Arthur.

At the end of the film had not missed the comments of English acids on the film, and the American stubbornness in wanting to see those movies. Alfred had invariably replied, commenting on the habits of English-old at that time had nothing to do with the argument-, wandering and ending with a "So the hero I am. "

Arthur merely turn his eyes, sighing, feeling the gentle touch of the hand of a pixie brush against her hair, as if to say "It's not your fault if something is missing wheel." At that moment I wish I could still have with them the little Alfred, not that kid sitting next to him.

After a while, 'felt himself sinking into the sofa. He turned his head, watching Alfred wearing his jacket and quickly settle glasses.

-I go ...- kept looking down while passing a hand through his hair, waving Nantucket.

Why Alfred had to be so good at making him feel an asshole?

saw Alfred away, arm stretch and hand tighten the knob of the door. He felt out of breath, sweating hands and eyes tingle.

No ... not ... do not move ... do not follow ...

Oh, to hell with his selfcontrol.

He sprang to his feet, threatening to trip over the carpet, running to stop the door. The flung open, blasting will be some pivotal. Alfred, a few steps that separated him from the door, he looked surprised. Arthur rushed toward him, literally.

He felt the language of Alfred touch her, once again, as his hands played with the light hair of English. Arthur shook more hands around his neck, enjoying the caresses that Alfred was giving him.

had to be separated, Arthur wondered why the time passed too quickly just when you needed it. Alfred gave him one of those smiles that much-loved but that he would never come to know.

-go ... I'll be back, told him, giving him a last kiss. She saw him go away and when he returned home, collapsed and then on the hard wood of the door.

He could not say "Do not go, stay with me."

Perhaps there would never have succeeded.