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190 words drabble APH GerVenEver since he started to learn about all the little secrets the other nation had the wish for certain activities grew inside of him. It wasn't in-character for him to long for them, not even remotely, but he was good at masking his wishes and good in keeping a facade. And with this talent, he managed to repress them over the span of decades... he managed to withstand his beating heart in cold nights when the other cuddled with him - naked. He managed to keep his hands of the other since the day he found out the naughty secret of this ridiculous so-called hair (after he first touched it and saw the effects - really he wasn't stupid enough to NOT get it but sometimes, (faking) ignorance was a bliss). Hell, he even managed to NOT do anything stupid (as in jump the other) when the idiot came running in his bathroom while he was taking a shower! If there was one thing Germany had, it was self-control. And the idiot should be happy for it otherwise his 'cherry' had been popped two weeks afte
Kyou, Ashita: gerXita pt. 1月曜日 - Monday
Feliciano walked into the house, groceries in hand. "Doitsu!" he cried, "I'm back!" Ludwig met him at the door.
"Let's see what you got..." He began to look through the bags. "Pasta More pasta Tomatoes More pasta Pre-made pasta sauce Pizza ." He let out a sigh. "What happened to the stuff on the list?" Feliciano looked down.
"Oh " he said, "I-I forgot I'm sorry " Ludwig let out another sigh.
"It's okay " He said. Blushing, he bent down and kissed Feliciano's head. This caused Feliciano to blush as well. "L-Let's go put these away, okay?"
Once everything was put away, Feliciano decided to make dinner. "Alright Doitsu!" he said, "You sit in the living room and I'll make dinner, okay?" He pushed Ludwig out of the kitchen and began to mix some ingredients. "Pasta~ Paaasta~!" he sang as he
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
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