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"Stop it! Just cut it out! Leave me alone!" "You have thick hair Lovi~ Please come back! I'll stop brushing it I promise!" It took a while for the Spaniard to catch up to the agitated Italian. "You always... run from me... why?" "Just tell me damn it! Stop teasing me! I've had enough of it!" "Wh.. what do you mean?" Romano didn't want to say it, he didn't think he'd ever bring it this far, but he couldn't take being teased anymore, and he had to know, he had to find out why this all seemed so realistic. "You can have my inheritance, you can take anything you want.. just... stop playing with me!" "Romano... what d... what are you talki

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"Where are we going?" He had to trip over himself some to keep up. "You'll see, it'll be fun..." "Look..," Romano pulled to a stop, Spain stopping along with him as his hand currently seemed to be attached to Romano's sleeve. "Its freezing, we just ate, I want to go home okay!?" "J.. jeeze.." Spain calmed himself and took steps toward Romano, releasing his grip on Romano's sleeve, whom merely stared at him in question. Once close enough to feel one another's breath un-purposely, Spain put a hand upon Romano's head, patting him repeatedly for about three turns. Then, bending slightly so h

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Romano woke up as his body rocked back and forth as the waves crashed against the ship roughly. His half-awake mind was bothered by a horrible headache and his body ached. Sweat strained his tan skin and he could feel the warmth of a blush on his cheeks still. Where was he…? He rolled on his side, only getting a sharp pain from his vital regions coming back up and shooting through his spine. He groaned, still unsure what had happened to cause his body to be so sore and sticky from sweat. It wasn't that hot where ever he was, so he wasn't sure why he was like this. He sat up, despite the pain, and glanced around, nothing being famili

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Spain rushed towards the smoke he saw. Darkening, the murky smolder illumed through the horizon the tops of the trees made as he ran. Soon enough though he made it to the flames licking tall and crackling loudly, daring him to come closer. He glanced back and forth, running around the cabin that he could barely see through the threatening blazes. He growled in infuriation, huffing as the heat made the sweat pour from him. "Damn…" He muttered, but froze as the faint noise of horrified screams was heard over the laughter of the fire. "Lovino…" Antonio whispered softly, knowing it was him. "Lovino! Lovino! I'm here!" He shouted back

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Happy to be a drink

AnorexicWalrus

Published: Apr 27, 2011

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I was having a drink in the pub, and when I looked down I realised that the ice sort of looks like a pair of eyes and the lemon looks like a smiley mouth. C: I couldn't resist taking a picture. Haha! It's just so funny and cute.
Here's a happy drink, enjoy!
Thank you!

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