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.
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