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Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Coppia: Francis Bonnefoy (République française)/ Arthur Kirkland (United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland)
Prompt: Sottrazione.
Rating: Verde.
Avvertimenti: *3*
Note: Si insomma,di quando mi viene il pallino e copioeincollo pezzi di Role che mi garbano particolarmente. Ergo,è uno schifo totale ma...abbiate pietà.


Perhaps he had better shut up.
Perhaps he had better listen to that voice that softly whispered to stop behaving as if the other had belonged exclusively to him, and some of the foreign daughters had just taken away.
Maybe he should admit that he behaved like that, just because he only had confirmation of his awareness that he had this record for centuries, and he had not ever given due importance.
the importance they deserve really, that feeling that he had licked the button too generously of his heat.
And now that he had lost the heat, she found herself with kicking, stepping on his feet on the ground like a child which had been withheld from his favorite candy.
Those sweet, sugar-coated, so sweet to stomach.
Those who manage, once in the throat, to leave a bitter taste.
Dolciemente love, so much that they ended up becoming bitter. As their relationship.
And when a child has a tantrum, let him return to reason is impossible.

Especially when that child was one like him, his anger to do so.

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Let it melts.

I've seen people leave.

I saw the feelings wane, as the light at sunset. That light that you do not realize keep seeing off.
I realized, once again of how people mint, even when telling the truth.
that I am a strange way, can be defined as constant in his feelings in constant in his decisions, I hate this be hypocrites with themselves.

Now, I would just stop. And figure out what's wrong.
I want to understand what is happening around me, because I do not know ... but I think it's all too degenerate.
I'm hating myself because it seems to be a poor fool to be pitied, because it can not resolve its own things. And I know that is not so. Because even now I'm struggling. I put by myself and try to understand, fix what is broken. If I can fix it fix it then me.

I hate few things in my life. And I hated
only 3 people.
But now I feel the rage of a few nights ago to go back to eat me.
A little wine, some whiskey, I just need to have an excuse to cry. Why
to the detriment of all, I hate cry. I'm filling

sheets. I'm writing a letter as long as the formulated through the minutes of my emotions.
I had never written a letter. Maybe not the
imbucherò ever.
But I write, even if I do not I can not.

If at times it will seem sad, strange, I just know that you stay near me, and eventually it will pass. I'm strong in my own way, but I am.
You know I do not need to consolations. I just need confirmation. You, your way, I'm from. But I remain hesitant. But I know that, as I said, I'll just keep smiling and hope . The rest will come by itself.

Now it remains only to ask you ... if you say that God exists, there really is ... I want to face that the intertwining of our hands, it melts. I can also do
unless the lungs, as well.
Another glass down my throat, and even then would be fine.

Really.