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 Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 1:26 pm
A quiet, silky chuckle slipped out of the French mouth, pale lips curling into a smile.
"Of course I trust you. How coukd I not trust the one I love the most? I think the only thing I don't trust you with is cooking things other than pasta and pizza! " His smile shrunk a bit after the other man went into the kitchen, thin hands reaching up to smooth out slightly curled hair.
"Oh dear.. Just what have I gotten myself into?"
Francis sighed, snuggling into the softest pillow on the couch, shuddering in a strage sense of euphoria at the strong scent of rose coming from the soft fabric.
Mmm...
(...Alright! : D )
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 1:34 pm
(France told me to come here..? And what, did France get splinters?
OMG. I totally laughed my a** off when you told us about when you dyed England's eyebrows pink. PRICELESS.)
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 1:38 pm
Confusing. Francis was. Then again a lot of people were. Saying nice things and then saying hurtful things laced in kindness, but it was in a joking way, right ? Like lovers should . . . no. Not the right time to be dwelling on things like that. After such a Godawful day with everyone else and then something like this happening, stupid as it is, it's really not funny and should be the main focus until it's taken care of.
Still, girlish giggles couldn't help but flee from the Italian's lips when he thought that he was far enough way from his lover. Francis could be so sweet at times. That pale little smile, the way every word flooded out of those lips . . .
warm. Warm face. Wrong thoughts. Wrong time. Kitchen, freezer, ice. Check. Now to run to the bathroom. Cabinet . . . cabinet . . . tweezers. Check.
" . . ." words ? . . . not check. No ideas what to say. What do you say when you're about to remove splinters from your lover's d**k ? Who ever goes through this ?
"I love you, Francis . . ." perfect timing ? Maybe the words will distract from the sudden drop of the ice on his . . . maybe.
{= =;;; . . . loooooong. ********. ********. ********. I hate that. Sorry.
but . . . yeah, that's why I liked your Finny's style . . .}
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 1:46 pm
(OMG, From his p***s?! I have such perfect timing~~ o uo <3
DISCO POGO,
DINGELINGELING
DINGELINGELING
DINGELINGELING
ALLE ATZEN SING! >: D)
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 1:53 pm
Bright eyes closed, Naturally pink lips pouting in concentration. Just what the hell was he supposed to do while his little Italian was doing such strange things to his private areas..? Oh well. Awkward situations galore, It seems. The Frenchman re-opened his sapphire eyes, gazing down at his lap, wondering if he could just change his mind right now, and just never have sex again.
..Too hard. A smirk tugged at the corners of the man's lips. Of all the things he had done while with the small brunette, this was by far the silliest. Just how was he going to explain this to somebody if they walked into his room? Oh, the humanity!
(..Wait. Why'd you like her style? And way to be a voyeur, Germany. <3 )
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 2:03 pm
"A-ah ? Ve ?" No answer. Bad ? A smirk. A sexy smirk. Good ? This wasn't doing anything, right ? Maybe . . . maybe it was a happy thought. Not involving sex ? That'd be a first, brother.
Oh well. Maybe I should count them out loud ? Like Doitsu's stitches ? Si. I should.
"One !" Quick pull. Steady hand. Doing good ?
"Two !" Another quick pull. Sorta steady hand. Not really paying attention to much else but all those splinters. Is there even a number that high ? This is awful.
"Three ! Four !" Good. Good. Bad. Slippery fingers, bad thoughts. This is so compromising.
"Five ? !" Oops. Pinched something besides a splinter. That's for sure. And . . . away goes the tweezers in the air. Bye tweezers ?
Smile. Smile. Smile. Don't be pissed. Today was bad enough. I love you ~ I'll make it better, right ? "Brother ?"
{pffft, thanks for not reading my mind for once.}
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 2:21 pm
"M-mmnn..! O-ow.. T-that.. Ow!" Small whines escaped open lips, pain lacing every noise. Hands tightly grip at the soft plush fabric of the pillow in his arms, a tear sounding in the room as the fabric rips. " A-ah.. OW! T-that really did hurt!" Tears built in his eyes, blurring his vision and making his face warm with embarrassment at his own actions. I really shouldn't have done that to the tree.. I blame all the horny people in my nation! "I- ... I'm fine. Continue! Before I end up changing my mind and just letting those splinters stay there!" Tones of anxiety and desperation filled the words, pain filling in the rest of his voice's emotions. Breathe. Now, Calm. Soothing thoughts, Paris at night, Japan's garden, A twisting and writhing Italy, face a-glow with b-... Bad thought! Not while he's working on your d**k, Francis! Now calm those hormones down, lover boy, and continue your lovely peacful breathing. (Psht.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 2:35 pm
(I love how this is going.
I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU REMEMBER THAT, ITALY. XD
Mine was nice, and slooooooow, though~ Oh good god.
Just continue before I j**z in my pants. - u-; )
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 2:36 pm
Okay ! Good ! Not an angry tone ! Not . . . a good tone either, but it's better than a pure ticked one.
Continue ? You really want me to ? Brave. I envy you.
okay . . . tweezers, you're staying in my hand this time, don't just fly away without saying bye ! Naughty things !
. . . this position really is horrible. Should I . . . ? For every sound full of pain . . . should I . . . . . ? Would he be angry . . . ?
A kiss. I'll give it just one for now, in the area that I pulled all those splinters from . . . warm on the lips . . .
Merda. Focus. God, it's quiet ! Too much focusing . . . it'll turn into too much stimulation . . . I'm getting a headache.
Huh ? . . . oh. I pulled a few more splinters. Okay ! Doing good again ! Oh . . .
And another kiss. Longer one this time.
Dio, I wish he'd say something. Or that I could . . .
I feel like being quiet today. Today is a quiet day.
Another group of splintly-demons gone. Bare, pink, soft, warm skin is exposed in another area. Tempting . . . more than a kiss this time . . . . . . ?
"Brother ? You okay ?" Translation . . . 'approval please'.
{naw. I think you just got the general idea o uo you just don't know it.}
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 2:53 pm
His breath hitches as those angelic lips press against sensitive skin. Oh God. That's just teasing. Splinters again, and the searing pain that follows everyone like a strange sort of stalker. Oh! Another kiss..
"Ah...!" Crap, A noise escaped! Is that a good or a bad thing!? And just when the silence was getting comfortable instead of deafening. Well then.
" O-of course. Co-.. Please continue.." It feels rather nice, actually. With all those extra kisses inbetween. The pleasure and pain mixed and mingled nicely, making more small sounds pour from between rosy, yet pale lips.
( o u o I can copy her style too. >:U )
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 3:05 pm
"Ve, really ?" 'Please'. Wow, brother. That was . . . awfully cute of you. I don't normally describe you as cute. That was strange. Don't do that.
Erm. A lick ? Like a dog. They have medical-like tongues. Right ? Maybe me too ? Does that apply for all creatures ?
Sure. Sure it does. If I want it to be true, it will be, right . . . ?
Just . . . ignore those noises. They're out of pain, not pleasure.
oh . . . it's all wet now. Shimmery . . . more tempting.
Dio.
More . . . more splinters. I wish I could just borrow some English magic and poof them all away.
And then take brother up into my mouth an-
Pervert. Shut up . . .
Bye splinters ! . . . and . . . a few more . . . these last couple are kinda bi-
whoa. I forgot to give kisses ! Cazzo ! I'll make up for it, right now. Okay . . . umm . . .
three kisses. Long kisses. A . . . suckle . . . and moan . . . ? Did I do that . . . ? Don't get the wrong idea brother . . . . . .
{ > w< my favorite, actually. It makes you think o vo thank yooooouuuuu ~ ! Love youuuuuuuuuuuu ~ . . . pffft, uber bad timing = u=;
blech Dx either way you look at it, I'm uke. I so so so will . . . mnuh . . .}
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 3:29 pm
Oh, Mon Dieu...! That tounge! So soft and wet, sliding over that pink flesh. Oh, Joy. He's not kissing anymore. Just pain, tormenting and unforgiving, causing both shudders and goose-bumps. Oh Dieu, now that really hurts! That one had been in deep. Trees. Yeah. I hope they cut down every single one of those damn problem-causing wood bastards. He's almost done! Good. O-oh. God. Pleasure. White hot pleasure dancing underneath his eyelids. Oh dear Lord, it's getting hard! Think of.. Russia in a bathing suit! Oh. God. That was a little too bad, Even for a horrir movie. Nightmares galore tonight! Wait. Who moaned? Noises were still occasionally pushing out through tightly closed lips, but nothing that loud! Oh. Italy. I didn't do anything, did I? Strange. Oh, Dieu. Slightly thinner then average hips buck forward while pink skin is suckled, fireworks setting off behind closed eyelids, raspy gasps taking in much needed air. ( I know, I know. > u< Love you too. ..
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 3:35 pm
O3O_itachi_snj_O3O (OMG, From his p***s?! I have such perfect timing~~ o uo <3 DISCO POGO, DINGELINGELING DINGELINGELING DINGELINGELING ALLE ATZEN SING! >: D) [PFFT I ******** LOVE THAT SONG <3 ~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gkfblix7E84 ]
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 3:42 pm
Yep. He got the wrong idea . . . anyway to redeem yourself, smart guy ? Impulse, I hope you know I hate you. Stop. Struggle to hold onto those mean tweezers that pinched that delicious skin. Shaking fingers. C'mon, two more big splinters. Then you can eat pasta together. This isn't brain surgery. . . . it feels like it. Intense. Quiet. Skulls are as hard as his p- sh-shut up . . . don't think about how it's getting. You'll get that way and . . . no, too late. Just . . . one splinter . . . too quiet . . . I think it'd be better if he fussed at me. I could whine . . . or I could slap him in the face, tell him to shut the ******** up, and then apologize by making out with him. He likes that, doesn't he ? Yeah . . . I might do that later . . . right now . . . last splinter's out . . . ********. Sorry. If I could help myself, I would. But . . . it tastes good, despite the fact what happened with those trees. It still smells like your body shampoo . . . oops. Teeth. I got too excited. Don't bleed . . . after those splinters . . . I do feel angry. That's strange. Oh well. I want to bite harder . . . { = u=;; not . . . happening in my mind . . . like you care. You're getting the attention you wanted :U I'm surprised this style has actually encouraged me to do so
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 3:55 pm
(Heehee~ :3 I have such taste. XD Prussia, you f ucking love that song, I f ucking love this picture.I act so much like Russia here...XD You see what's above Germany's head? If you translate that, it's "KOL KOL KOL KOL" :3)
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