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Pandora's Box (of hope II)

all know the story that the box which went all the ills of the world. Luckily it was closed before the hope escape.
Well, to my humble view, this is a beautiful allegory to each of us, because no matter who we are, or that we lived, all the trash outta all exploit, "we turn the fan" or things like that .... All the ills of the world liberated from our own world ....
But we always calmer. Always, after kicking the board, sending a couple to fuck mourn for weeks ... or whatever, we always follow. Because we? because the evils of our world, in our case, were released (although I like more say "expelled"). And then? then nothing, close the box, the board settled down again, we seek someone new to participate and how long other race. Now comes the beautifully
obvious: Why? Because hope is within us, that same silly little one and a half, it grew enough to say: "for, you idiot, do not you see I'm still here?" If she stayed in the box as a kind of relief to all those expel evils before.
And this is the engine that makes us keep trying, little at times, totally perish at first sight, you have to look like a foolish child. The same is using the extinguisher before the fire, gives you a couple of slaps and makes you get up, wash off the dirt from the clothes and say, "Well, what comes next."
sometimes hard to see, sometimes the housing must be open long before that little hope can grow and shut, and help us start again ...
But you have to give it time, and meanwhile we must not allow the Pandora's box is full of evil, we must go them out of a little, as they gradually become noticeable. Sometimes reality
kills any hope, but at least it is his brother, sleep, often revives those little of how it needed to continue.

Maybe in this post is not well clarified everything I would like to say on this topic, but ... keep looking for the best way to explain my theory = P

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A person comúny to current passes through a bad patch, things get complicated, you lose more than they could win, and forget all the good that around ... We are familiar with the scene? I have, a lot. Makes a lot of time to walk around looking for a way out of the hole in which I stand. But damn, that not for nothing Cortázar described as being little ones' hopes and almost invalid. Both go on unnoticed in his stories that appear either in the title ... "In cronopios and Famas" ... and hopes? are the engine for an adjournment in the morning, why go to work like a cow to the slaughter ... to maintain hope. Aha, there you see ... hopes are a bit of a silly child. You will wear yourself out to make the dream come true, but knowing at the bottom that will cost an egg and three quarters. We also know they have to care almost as much as your wallet, because if we lose ... we are fried. Sometimes we alienate and forget that they are, tiny, helpless, waiting for the recall so they can gain weight and become very strong ... but then, none do it, but would have a very short life, no? and in the end, there is hope they last much longer than the tapeworm and entertained. Above have to be well versed ... because the expectations, both described by Julius as real, they are a little elusive. Put it this way, Cortazar puts blue beings, helpless, half ofendedizos ... Y. .. really small, you can have a hope of anything, and lose nothing. Think it but ... hope you got to get that job by both fought ... and a day to give it another Montotito, which came to work three weeks ago and moved to the owner's daughter. Hope you left where? O you poor thing forgotten or died before reaching puberty. And hope not to be confused with the objectives, they are distinct things. The objectives are clear points, well defined. If you achieve a goal do you feel great, I swell with pride. If he fails, or you sink into a depression for years and you keep trying. But with these turrita you can not. To begin with, not at all defined ... one can get a sense of hope he has, but details? Not for whores! Example, someone wants to get a job. He hopes to get a job, but Hope does not indicate that kindof work or proposed compensation, or the work environment, fuck, too demanding to be hope, that's a fad. Another difference with the objectives. Not 100% dependent on you, that means that if you do not succeed, you may quarrel, but let's face it, nobody understand if you say "I'm lost because I lost my hope." Aha! you got a point there! Pandora say just let the hope inside that box that farting half for Christmas. And that hope is the last thing you lose. Let disienta.Uno loses more hope for bondis year. No jodamos, some lasting for life, not I discuss, but not the majority. One hopes to have children, you had not, fuck, at the end of your life that hope you will have lost long ago. So well, the conclusion is that waits are more unpredictable than summer storms, and hell, sometimes a fuck ... but in the end ... the whore ... much needed!!

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Important.

This fic is inspired by the song Aerials by SOAD. I have no right on the track or on the characters. This was done without profit.

Summary:

The silver triumph in his eyes is visible, the happiness of having achieved what he wanted, a mass of vanity, pride emerges in the incipient fangs surfacing in faint smile. The child's face contrasts with the grim look that release silver eyes.

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. JK Rowling's all

Setting: UA (?)

Couples Harry / Draco,? / Draco

Rating: M

Warnings: Blood, violence, sexual themes, dementia, death of a character.

Lyrics: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jd9UhvBIKG0

Word Count: 3016

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have headphones on, his Apple iPod played one of their favorite songs from SOAD, hums continuously, while looking through a window, his face glued to image abroad. A sigh from her mouth, and the sound of 400 watts defragments your headphones, just look at the cloudy night, as an irony, no moon, just something that irks him.

the night even darker, put you to sleep at 24, is on the verge of graduating, but sees soon the arrival of this event, to dip deeper into his seat as a routine look at the window again.

The difference is that you no longer see the night or the surrounding streets that pass in front of him, a blur, as steam, is glued to the window that minutes before he saw with insistence.

identifies only the hint of a face, the reflection of light is explained clearly and concisely, Harry is not for fantasies.

student Harry Potter university law Cambridge, Oxford fully street, right in London's Soho, the dream of every college student, one of the best universities, will best people, the future of London gathered in a great center of learning.

Still feel that this is not enough, that something is missing, Harry is no dream, but Cambridge was the first and got it, now your life and has no motivation, look at the stained window, is now almost clean. A year is repeated continuously, just that lack.

insistent Turn the window remains the same but that's not what bothers looking for something, something other than not your thoughts, which in itself is depressing, is something that is uncomfortable just entered the Hammersmith & , City Line (1), just sat at the rickety chair.

Plata, wrists looks a string hanging from one of them is silver, a cross falls as a string, not a Christian, but that chain hanging from his wrist is important, a memory as an object, so it remains. On the other wrist Chinese tattoo, just a few characters to each other without meaning, for him, part of his life. Inspects it always does, is a hobby.

Now it feels so strange, as if that were not his body, as a farewell, do not want to know more, the insistence of his reflections on the window to see him so uncomfortable alarming, but it scares reveals, breathing is a high-decibel entertainment, the bag at his side barely weighs just a few books and a notebook, the BlackBerry is apin ado the chaos that makes up the union.

Check the mini computer and other times at the small device, not interested in your mind is out there, your mind is insistent on the window, immutable.

The same song from which came echoes in his head, he repeated, once someone told him that this was a symbol of madness, at the time it took him no importance, neither worried now, but what remember, clear message that this too far gone.

Repeated soon will not be long your stop is at Moorgate station , (2) skeptic check that everything is normal, that is not crazy, that window has not quite different from other , it's all because of fatigue, of the university, their thoughts are absurd.

One last time is about to go down, your stop is just minutes from the metro, turn around and this time, something changes and fixed a clear reflection, a silver eyes, dead eyes, skin Pá ; lida sick, the baby-faced, and centuries old. Any contradiction.

Baja without haste confident and relieved, the final plan so sardonic smiles to himself, walking the small streets with neglect this dark night is in full swing , looks grim where it should be the moon, but not seen. the sky is overcast. It reminds himself.

laughs hysterically, the tranquility you feel there is a balm, his soul cries freedom. But he realizes that something observed not far away, not closer. There is no hiding from view. The feeling that I was suffering becomes harder.

Listen all, the desolate streets, no sound, but listen in spite of having the headphones on, suspicion. Aerials (3) is repeated strong and steady in spite of that, listen to what's out there, the song makes fun of him, Harry is not for that, there are coincidences.

A bag dancing in the wind, beyond, drops of rain last fall, near him a elusive mice scurry from garbage cans, and the continued pounding of shoes against the pavement, not yours to a stranger walking down the same path as him, there is nothing wrong with that.

Your body moves just like it is not about to commit the worst mistake of his life, but want to know, and his curiosity is stupid to say, the fault lies with their genes.

With parsimony turns his face, his gaze is guided by small beams of light, a lantern near the desolate track.

canvas shoes, black pants keeps climbing, white shirt and black tie, a uniform confirms his mind, school, a boy of only fifteen, sixteen, quiet sighs, his face, his gaze assessing this, absolutely pale, gray eyes, blond hair. Nothing unusual, a rebellious teen in plan, safe after school ah lost in central London as any boy defiant before the house rules.

Harry recalls its own outputs, uncomfortable smiles with a hint of complicity, the other looks at him and his body shakes those eyes are strange, and smiles. The rare smile he has seen, a grimace that distorted the harmonious combination of mortality.

Repeat is normal, your body more trouble walking, their spirits have returned to those before, and feel heard as echo shoes on the pavement as if to follow, Fear not, it's pure curiosity.

says are his eyes, silver white pequeñoy the ethereal body that might walking on eggshells, not to turn and get lost in that sea of mercury, his mind would be lost.

Stubbornness is absurd, do not cry your soul, your body says otherwise, insisting the press goes crazy in his head headset volume to maximum, yet listens, looks at the sky and sees nothing more than silver, is torture, continuing steps desperate.

Aerials, in the sky, When you lose small mind, You free your life (4) the world laughs him, then he will laugh in the world, a laugh out of his mouth desperate, hysterical, painful, his body convulsing dropped, as a human plunder.

kneels and asks, begs to be left in peace, not torment him and his eyes are silver, everything around is money, and steps continue to be close behind s of him, his hand is stretched out a hand, asking your body and soul. And accept a contract under seal certain death and a life away from the monotony of Oxford Street.

His eyes are riveted on the other, a power he did not know inside emerges strong and decisive attacks with the small infant's body and drag it over the desolate street, a empujóny the wall of an alley n supports the weight of the blonde, not a sound out of his mouth at some point in the full fury of the dark the other began to smile, sardonic way.

The silver triumph in his eyes is visible, the happiness of having achieved what he wanted, a mass of vanity, pride in the incipient fangs emerge in the thin surfacing smile. The child's face contrasts with the grim look that release silver eyes.

The previous stroke and felt just a touch, a caress, the tan has not even been fully realized his mind anywhere silver sea, less present there.

Cravings run the adult body of a man of 24 years, desire for that child of tender years, the infamous teen hundred years.

A kiss, the fight begins, Harry has kissed pressing hurried, with devastating rage and anger, something that excites him the most, from the moment he saw him climb, I knew the subway and not let it go until the lash but even this could not now seems to hate him, something that makes you feel wanted.

His lips burned, it hurt and her lips were scrubbed without consideration, and left him fascinated, Harry kisses without interval, without forgetting anything. Small bites and hits the wall against which it rests, and tries to hurt as much as you can, break the school shirt with his hands while the pristine spider chest, his marks are recorded in the porcelain skin, and wounds, the blond moans inadvertently abuse your body suffers.

Al blonde does not care about your body. Destroyed it is not interested at all, only want the small pleasure of feeling that body in his arms, between his legs.

Harry starts the yellow pants, does not think that has lost its mind and released his life, iPod and the headphones have gone crashing to the floor, the hands of blonde walk each other's arms, black hair disordered squeeze a vein in the neck like a pump.

The body is lifted into the air by the dark, tangled legs in Harry's waist and whispered in the ear of Harry, Draco says again and again that is my name repeated like a spell, the dark repeats it, Draco.

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Harry is dressed in full has not had the slightest interest in undressing and feel the skin of nude blonde, not that, it is only desire and the other likes, so we have chosen. For lack of feeling, by the devil hidden in the brown skin. What has been released.

Draco wants to draw in the other's body painting is there in front of you in those little veins throbbing, life in their hands. The long nails of his fingers cut the fabric and the skin in front of you, tears apart the shirt, brown skin lacerations and drink every drop crimson sliding between their bodies.

Harry learns that his body is being torn apart just know that your belly, his erection is about to explode, taking in his hands, not in ma mind ; s minimum, the body pressed against the wall, and enters the channel that ensures satiate. Strong and without remorse. Enviste again and again.

Draco feels the pleasure of his body being hurt in the deepest hard pressed his hands on the sides of the dark, sliding blood throughout the body of Harry, Draco feels limbo the smell of blood so thin, you want to bite the tender skin until it dried Harry, Draco and again hits the wall at the envestida breathtaking.

The climax arrives for Harry, his neck is torn, Draco has bitten the neck skin voracious Harry, hungry and desperate, drunk every drop of blood from the body.

Harry screams of pleasure, pain, do not realize, just call out his soul vanishes from Silver and blood occurs that is the end. Ejaculated inside the child body, such as sealing the contract has been made.

Falls bled to death, the body stained red eyes open, a grin of pleasure insinuating into the open mouth, the memory of the moans of pleasure.

Draco wall holds its point of support has fallen to the floor uncontrollably, her bare feet tread the asphalt disgusting, disgust kicks it floods the body at his feet, passing over é l, laugh, naughty and guilty.

Naked in the middle of a desolate street, turns around the body that has filled, the blood still dripping from his lips, licks, savors the sweet taste sucks. Wait, do not know why it does, still waiting, no clothes, your clothes are torn and scattered in the foul lane.

Look at the body a few paces away, bends and turns, look in the eyes open, mouth open, even warm, the blood dripping from a few of the ribs and chest, pants open, his member down, even warm, take it squeezes it between his hands, with a vengeance with the pleasure of playing with him, tears and blood spurts, he hates to use it, having enjoyed it, no one has it right.

Look disgustingly green eyes who was his lover for a moment seem to hate them too, those other green eyes, spread his fingers, the position, touch the green eyes with two fingers, prints force, will disappear all traces of green that you hate.

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one can hear you laughing, Draco turns in search of that nasty voice, on top of a house, a man remains in the shadows; jumps without much hint of doubt, falls as if it were only a few centimeters, skill confirms that it is one of their own, a vampire.

- Nott, I never thought that follow me, you lost something Theo .- Draco laughs at her feet it was what I expected-layers and can help you.

Theodore Nott be seen, brown hair; and green eyes dark as night, the body of a man still young, beautiful groomed, pale skin dressed all in black.

- My creation, that I lost, you help me find it.

Draco laughs laughing, has escaped from home, bored and annoyed has disobeyed his master, went to a London street in a naked dead body now with a cold at his feet, big picture, before getting off the ground, cut the throat of his victim, the head rolls to the feet of another vampire. Draco sighs now going to give an account of his little weakness.

- Draco What a coincidence - Nott lifted his head and face shows maimed, green eyes look what prosecutors - has green eyes

Draco snorts, trapped in his own game, just look quiet as the other goes to him, slow and measured, giving you time to know what to do Draco is angry, hate the man.

- What would your father, Malfoy, if you would see if you like me - drives his green eyes in the body Draco teenager - a hooker gets screwed by any mortal, disappointing.

- My father did not say anything because he's dead Nott says absurdly hurt - I can not remember the night we killed him.

Theo laughs, fun, clearly remembers when shredding the body of Lucius Malfoy, a hundred years ago, quite a feat.

Theodore is annoying, beautiful creation in a dump like that, with premeditation disobeyed one of your orders, you will not forgive so easily, give your body a dirty mortal. The anger corrodes the hand holding pressed both the skull that bursts, your hand is stained with blood. A sad ending to the mortal who fell prey to higher beings.

Takes Draco's wrist, this says absolutely nothing, squeezes body strength and pulls the child toward him, angrily biting the neck pale skin, blood glides through the skin, baby nonsense, just for the hell of it, knowing that you are not going to deny anything , the body of Draco, Draco's mind.

Draco is yours, body and mind even his soul, his, created from his blood, in his memoirs. Draco knows, Draco is the vestal in their own sanctuary.

Take the blonde in his arms covered with a cape and jump between the roofs with their precious load.

Draco victorious smiles despite the anger of his master, that adores him and would never even covers it with his body feels good. You are not alone in that eternity.

Theodore hurt him, but this breathing so I must be fine because Theodore's all right, all right death, life is good. With Theodore everything is a piece that fits.

conspirator is a cold silence between two souls who wander into the misty a gray sky without stars.

(1) Hammersmith & City Line: name of the oldest line of London Underground

( 2) Moorgate : one of the stations throughout the subway

(3) Aerials: name of a song by SOAD

(4) Aerials, in the sky, When you lose small mind, You free your life: Aerials, in the sky, When you lose small mind, You free your life. Referring to the song you hear on your iPod

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Draco look carefully at his father, he tries to hide, you want the account he knows very well that this is unwise, but Draco is aware that one can not be cautious enough with her father, and that attacks from the front. Shortly

cares that are in front of a hundred people, the blame is his father, his father is aware that he hates the holidays of this type.

The festival organized by the minister always are boring, and his father always has to be present to be your friend the minister is in the public domain, his mother at his side smiling subtly, attendees are all influential positions which the makes all elegance and a host of education.

hypocrisy, Draco means that society is governed in a PLC, is not nobody's fault but the fault of the weather and the ancestors of all those present.

's angry, almost ready to growl inconsistencies, which is unworthy of the heir of such a distinguished family, at that time as he hates his father and like to pretend to be the perfect family, finds nothing to chew, and his father was not given the attention it deserves, his eyes roll so unhappy and sarcastic. The lead will not look as just a way to punish him for refusing to come.

Draco is a spoiled brat and the attention of all should always be placed in Ely in anyone else, who do not pay attention is almost a blow to its egocentricity and his pride. Decides that this time will be even more spoiled than earlier, his father will be angry, do not mind, being a bit of a rebel at his age is natural.

In the distance looms a dark tuft, capable guy a bit older than him at least not an old man like most of those present, smiles slyly, in that corner is your opportunity to annoy his father.

rose without looking at anyone and avoiding at all costs turn to see the son of Abraxas, his walk is slow and should be the natural elegance of his blood in all its glory.

Everyone sees it, that's for sure, which makes smile mysteriously, I love it when turned over to him and more so when his father turned to him.

Take a step almost urgently, barely rosando the floor as if walking on water, is seductive all you see is her prey, the boy which is now more clearly recognized, not stopped looking at it from that privileged rose from his seat.

comes to meet a tall elegant appearance and pride, I do not know anything certain is many years older than him, it matters little, smiling charmingly, and get back a sly smile .

His dam fallen into their networks first part of the plan my father jodamos completed, the eye of his father drilled his back, knowing smiles possessing unimaginable power.

The boy looks at him appreciatively as noting how well this, some discomfort shakes his eyelids, but it contains, that idiot just does not care about using it.

second part of the plan, bringing the prey to a more private, try to give an innocent look, yet concerned, did not know if it went well, I hope so, almost laughs at Fá ; easy he is proving it. The boy is eating it with his eyes.

- Hi, this ... would you accompany me

- course, while we leave here

His response thrills me everything is going great, we walked a winged the other on one side and disappear into a corner, a quieter place is present to us.

- What's your name? - Inquiero curious

- André Badock, you are the son of Lucius Malfoy

- Draco Malfoy - cutting respond in a way their words were unpleasant

André does not bother my fit of rage. Not even bother, I feel his eyes on me, his gaze traveling, I somehow got what he wanted. It's just a matter of letting time pass and move things forward.

patient hope he takes the initiative and not disappoint me, approach me so intimidating, but not intimidate me, I try to go back, which is a typical case, collided with a wall and I caught between his body and the wall. Draco

left no resistance do not cooperate too much, the other's lips take over your mouth your breath mint blends into his nostrils, his eyes are open waiting. André

push your body further with the wall up Draco's body in a silent invitation, the blond entangled his legs around the waist of another, kisses are scattered all over the body of Draco from his cheeks, to his shoulders, Draco groans softly, a direct hint to brown. The eyes of the twinkle of excitacióny haste, the fair has in his hands the will of one man can trample and destroy still needed for a relevant time.

just waiting ma ; s slightest sound or movement in sight, his eyes on the door slightly open, her breathing erratic, irregular heart beats waiting becomes unbearable not feel the kisses on his neck, or hands running through his body.

Badock shivers of pleasure, the boy in his arms is just a child, but what you want, the slender body, shiny blond hair, liquid silver eyes, all he is an invitation n hell, he does not flinch, the fire is welcome.

Aspira, intoxicating in the process of the substance of the blond, peach, and that is charming, his mind flies on strange events, abruptly presses the flesh in his hands, and no care, child pink lips are tempting lambasts them as an affront, without thinking too much, wanting swirling in your lower abdomen.

The child moans from her lips, the desire to exploit, his hands shaking her body stiff, her mouth is more furious than before, and at any moment everything is black.

Draco smiles aside, part of the plan last completed, was a success, look carefully at the dark-haired scattered on the floor, their feet slowly lifted his face, the person standing in front of you so look disapprovingly.

Draco's smile widens, his father wastes anger, one more reason to be brimming with happiness, because Draco's attention his father is a whim, his father himself a whim, caprice .

The excitement is overwhelming overwhelms him, his father is impatient is static, the first step, passes over the body on the floor, raise your hand comes close, slap Draco expected to eyes closed with the familiar burning sensation in his cheek, but that does not happen, just feel the soft touch on the right cheek ROSAR ends his lank blond hair. Smile

full of happiness, the plan has gone well although he has misplaced some action of his father, he feels fulfilled the attention he wanted this to complete at your disposal.


No comes to feel when his father takes his arm and pulls him across the corridor to the party, not even when his mother comes to both, with curiosity on her face, or when inside a chimney, leaving the Halloween party. Why are you full of uproar, his father is furious, that no matter it is reliable evidence that Draco is important for Lucius.


comes to feel a little pain in the arm by the pressure exerted by his father knows that tomorrow will have a nice bruise on their delicate skin, but the Cardinal is proof that his father is aware of this, which his father is all yours, you never stop looking at each of its steps.

His father will be there forever with him, always watching every step that, following his gaze each of their shares, Draco is the most important for what he loves Lucius and Draco feels elated to be the most loved.


Draco loves his father, above all things, and will do whatever it takes to be the center of the universe of Lucius, and no one bothers to deny it. Lucius Malfoy that Draco is everything.

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Table loving # 1 - Embrace. Unnecessary. Table

Author: soubi_tatsumi
Title: Unnecessary.
Claim: USA (Alfred F. Jones) / UK (Arthur Kirkland)
Warnings: None.
Rating: G Summary
"" Yes, unnecessary, "he said at last, after a pause .- I will hang up."
Notes: Bad! Fic 8D is bad! (Yeah, again). Not to mention how short it is.


Hope you like! Needless




"You should stop making fun of my appearance all the time, said as he held the phone with my shoulder, my hands were busy with paperwork.

"But it's fun, Cejitas why you behave like a man? Whenever you complain when I say something funny!

"If my attitude bothers you that much, then you should stop calling do not you think?

"But, Arthur, I have not seen for months, I watch you or who knows what crazy idea you have this time and if you get in trouble Who will save if not Hé ; hero?

"Still, Cowboy, is unnecessary call me so often.

not hear any reply, or anything that could be considered as such, only a weak complaint, insurance is child wincing again. I can only assume that my comment bothered him.

"Yes, unnecessary," he said at last, after a pause .- I will hang.

"Well, at least now warns," I said nonchalantly as he hung up the receiver. I remember when I started calling used to cut without warning, just got annoyed and hung up. Well, nothing unexpected coming from him. I decided

that paper was enough for today, I walked into the room with a cup of tea in hand and sat near a window. I wonder why the hell is so hard for you to understand the situation. Why do you always need everything to be so explicit, I understand what happens you know, it's just that it might not be appropriate for us to pass things over, not that you can win anything good going on so long me after all. I am old, I'm tired of many things, you should let this whim, you are very young, someday 'll understand. So no need to call me so often, because nothing good will come of this ...

smiled as he remembered his face, as she put on the table the empty cup. I got up and looked out the window.

need not do so much to me, because it is more than enough, no need to force me to wear gloves as an excuse to take my hand, it is not necessary that you eat what I cook even if horrible. Moreover, without you to do things I know I'm important to you you know? I do not need to look to know what you want me, I need you to call me to know what you think of me, I need not tell me that you miss me because you look when we meet gives me all your joy.

The room door opened noisily, revealing the figure of Alfred. I am exalted, was so unexpected, I saw how I looked alegríay anxiety as he approached me even saying a word and took me in his arms and then stick your face in my shoulder. My mind went blank ... because, although it is unnecessary, when you do these things I feel a little less old, because one can embrace yours shake my body completely, one hug can convey all that difficult for us to say clearly and loudly, a hug just enough to get back to me a completely happy person.

"Well, a visit is a thousand times better than a call ... uh, I'm home," she says softly, as I feel her breath on my cuello. "Your hero is here! do not worry.

"Idiot," I said, though I could not help smiling as he lifted my arms to properly return your sweet embrace.

Sometimes just unnecessary things are necessary.

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love # 3 - Friction. Meeting. Table

Author: \u0026lt;/ a> \u0026lt;/ b> \u0026lt;/ a> soubi_tatsumi
Title: Meeting.
Claim: USA (Alfred F. Jones) / UK (Arthur Kirkland)
Warnings: None.
Rating: G Summary
"" appears, appears once or simply do not come, damn it. "
Notes: Bad! Fic 8D is bad!

Meeting.

walked restlessly from side to side in the room, the nerves were getting: How should I act? Should I greet with affection?, No, that was out of the question, perhaps due scolding, no, it did not sound like a good plan after all. He sat on the couch without getting an answer yet. The situation was beyond him. It had been a while since they had separated from his younger brother had left ... "independence" was the excuse, but he knew I just wanted to leave. That ungrateful idiot, was nothing but a group of peasants who were trying to play now sorted themselves. What a show ... he knew there would come a time of regret, that again weeping into his lap, asking to sleep together, to ward off ghosts that both the frightened.

Arthur smiled as he remembered the tearful face of the little colony, holding tightly to his sleeve, asking not to leave, not leave him.

"After all, it was you who left me casually blurted his thoughts aloud. There was nothing to do, checked his watch, missing only 15 minutes to meet him. I wanted to run, to escape, he was not ready for this, not now. He rose from the chair to prepare a tea, that it would calm a bit. Expected.

The bedroom door opened noisily, revealing the figure of Francis, who greeted him with his strange ways and sat grinning like an idiot. Began to talk of trivial matters, he merely answered only in monosyllables, and some insults, appears, appears once or simply do not come, she thought damn obvious discomfort.

"You look very nervous, mon amour will you have to do with the young man who comes today? He asked mischievously the blond, as he settled near Arthur. Could not answer was obvious is not it, for once in his life decided to ignore a chance to fight Francis.

"Ah, then it is serious," said the Frenchman, somewhat surprised by the silence of his party .- Well, I guess it's normal, just try not to mess with that temper of yours, "added Francis while gave him a pat on the arm and dirigíaa the door. Arthur stood up to say something before he left, but only came up near the door. As Francis was pulling out of the door, he beheld the face of the last person I wanted to see on the planet.

-Eeh, hello, "said the young man with a nervous tone as he entered the room. Arthur did not respond. Wanted, but could not see his face and was too much work. The young man entered the habitacióny closed the door. A terrible silence fell upon them. "Come on, say something, damn it, ask how you've been, if you are eating properly, if you keep reading stories that scare, if you have missed, question whatever, but damn move language, thought Arthur desperately wanted to hide the strong impression that he was suffering, but how the hell is that could it? .

-Arthur ...

-Ah, was about to prepare a tea do you want one? He said nervously, as he headed back toward the teapot and prayed mentally for that Alfred did not see the cup that had recently served on the table.

- Ah, I'll help! Alfred replied almost mechanically, apparently as nervous as Arthur, came to Ely had a cup. Did not even know why she was preparing tea, or even like the flavored water boiled leaves, but his brain was playing tricks. While preparing the cups her hands touched accidentally, causing Arthur is scared enough to get away from Alfred to his feet. They stared in amazement. A touch, just a touch had caused that reaction. They looked at the floor, uncomfortable, wanting to ask a million things, but could not find the words.

Finally Alfred Arthur approached and put a hand on his shoulder.

"You look good," he said as he smiled warmly, trying to hide his nervousness. Arthur breathed relief was not the best way to start, but it was something.

"You too, have grown," said Arthur, finally.

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Loving # 4 - Hands.


Author: soubi_tatsumi
Claim: USA (Alfred F. Jones) / UK (Arthur Kirkland)
Warnings: None.
Rating: G Summary
"" Gloves "said absently Alfred, who had watched as Arthur was trying to warm his hands with no success."
Notes: Mai gosh, the first post, my first table. I hope I'm doing everything correctly.


Hands.

The cold breeze intensified as they advanced. The decrease in red and yellow leaves gave a nostalgic air to the scene, Arthur watched them fall gently, moved by the wind. They walked for a while, almost no talking, just exchanging a few words offensive. When they finally reached their destination: a bench beneath the largest tree in the park. Arthur sat down immediately, but Alfred he stood a moment, looked amazed the show that the tree foliage offered, reddish almost entirely at this time of year.

- How come you never came here before!, This tree is amazing, "enthused the young man with blue eyes as he sat a few inches English.

"did not mean to bring you, I love coming here!" Came the dry reply Arthur, who accommodated the scarf with a grimace of disgust after all, you just followed me, you're so damn selfish.

"Oh, I know you wanted to come you can not live without me! I am a hero's heroes are dear to the rest Arthur

just glared at him, then tried to ignore the absurd comments of your correspondent. Again he was distracted looking at the beautiful red leaves fall, you fall like that place somehow felt that the tree held him while slowly losing its leaves, swayed by the wind. A cool breeze made his body shiver. He raised his hands were cold again. That was the only thing that bothered him fall, his hands were cooled with ease, getting to wear a strange tone.

-gloves, "he said absently Alfred, who had watched as Arthur was trying to warm his hands with no success.

"I do not like, are cumbersome, easily lost and I can hardly take it with them laid-Arthur replied in disgust, if there was anything that bothered him was being told what to do more if it was just that Alfred told him how to take care of himself .- Before giving advice to rest, at least you should sit properly, you are almost lying on the bench.

Alfred smiled as if to say "no expect less "when listening Arthur's answer, he straightened in his seat and took the cold hands of Arthur in his, then went to her face and began to warm them with his breath. The blush furiously seized Arthur's cheeks, who immediately struggled to free his hands.

- What was supposed to be doing, you fucking idiot! Arthur protested as he tried to get loose.

- Is not it obvious, Cejitas? Warming up your hands!

I do not remember habértelo order and do as I did not hear that damn nickname "the Englishman said, annoyed.

"Heroes do not need to ask them things just go and do heroic things! He concluded with a dazzling smile, and then bringing the hands of the blond still use whatever your face and give a gentle kiss.

- But what the hell! Arthur said, blushing as possible, as he sat up quickly and looked at Alfred with a murderous rage. Alfred

rose the seat and put a hand on the cheek of the young .- Ah, now you should not have so cold, "she said softly, yet full of malice.

Arthur turned and started walking quickly, trying to leave behind her former brother just could not bear the shame. Alfred was limited to follow, with a playful smile on his lips.

"Stop following me a damn once ruled the English-dried form.

"Nope, the park is not yours, I can walk where I please," said the young while I dedicated a gentle smile.

Tired, beaten, Arthur fell a little speed, it was vital that damn sick. By this time decided to surrender and let the other girl walked by his side. While walking your hands crashed a few times, accidentally, but each time this happened Arthur felt discomfort in the stomach, which caused her cheeks were lit a little. He thought of his hands were cold, empty, lonely. No matter that Alfred had tried to warm them before, after all, the effect would be only momentary Alfred would go away again, leaving him with frozen hands again.

snorted a bit glumly to discuss his last thought, but then felt like Alfred took one of his hands and put on a glove, and then take the other hand in his and entwining their fingers. Arthur did not know what to say, I wanted to complain, I wanted to let go his hand, he had accumulated enough shame on her cheeks, but really did not want to release the warm hand of Alfred, his hands as warm as her smile when she was sincere.

-No I worry I'm here! The cold is not a strong enough opponent for a hero and I said gaily young, probably in anticipation of protests by Arthur. English only just stared for a moment the words of Alfred, then stared at the front again in the leaves. After saying goodbye

Arthur went to his house, to a slightly lit street lampposts. He put his bare hand into the pocket of his pantalóny discovered in her other glove .- That imbecile I wonder when we put this thing in my pocket ... "he muttered. Then he sighed by way of resignation, finally smiling as he pulled the glove newly found, trying to retain the heat that remained in the hands of Alfred.

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Oh, a board! Table Amorosa.

Well, to see how it goes with it the tables.

Claim: USA (Alfred F. Jones) / UK (Arthur Kirkland)

Table:

1. Embrace		2. Kiss
3. Friction		4. Hands
5. Caricia		-	-

Tablita pretty flaite of musa_hetaliana .

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is the fault of the beer [fanfic, Argentina x Chile]

Artist: Soubi_Tatsumi
Title: is the fault of the beer.
Claim: Argentina / Chile (but equally fierce left Manueline> 8 (!)
Warnings: Shonen-ai , with some handling \u0026lt;3
Rating: T.
Plot: "Enough was enough, Manuel was tired of hearing his taunts, he felt his blood boil guasso violently through his veins. For a moment he felt like the beer subíaa head and without thinking much about what he did, rather carried away by a passionate reflection, closed its puñoy launched a coup in Argentina's direction. "


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is the fault of the beer


The usual, had been in meeting to watch the football game would be released that afternoon. Manuel quickly reviewed the hall looking for any sign of disorder. He left the cooler with beer by the couch, pulled the TV and ordered some snacks on the coffee table. He had left a Chilean flag behind the sofa, with the intention of making flame to celebrate goals that surely would enter your selection.

Everything was ready, just missing that fool with a personality and arrogance comparable only to the height of Aconcagua. He checked his watch, missing twenty minutes to start the game. As soon as he sat on the large sofa felt the front door opened noisily. A few seconds later he saw Martin walking appear in the room quietly, carrying cans of beer and grocery bags.

-Shii, moron just happens Chile cried when they saw the gaucho. Gastai I mean personal, eh?

-How nice to greet resources, "said Martin guasito paying no attention as he sat at the other end of the couch, seemed enthusiastic about the idea of the game. Turn on the TV, that you wait for an invitation "?

Manuel decided to ignore the arrogant attitude of his companion, after all he was convinced that his team would win this time when it could win carota rub in their teasing. Settled in the chair, turned on the television, took a can of cooler and opened drinking nearly half of its contents at once. I could not wait to shout the first goal of Chile.

But unfortunately for Chile, there was no chance that the poor held a goal. The match went evenly, no goals in the first time he did that for the second time the installation of a rather tense silence which was sometimes interrupted by words such as "transfer it, baby, do not get the point s, pass! "or" But moron, What are you doing! ". final score: Argentina [1] - Chile [0], the Argentines managed to score on the scoreboard a few minutes before the final whistle, when this happened it triggered the disaster.

- Yes, We're the greatest!, There you have chilenito, who is your idol, eh? "Was the first thing Martin said to hear the final whistle, Argentina took the flag that had carefully placed on his legs and began to move quickly around the room, taunting the defeated Chile that was sinking more and more on the couch. I could not believe they had lost again. The shame and rage were burning inside, so devoted to empty beer cans that still had closed.

After a while Martin was lying on the couch, exhausted from so much celebration and with a grin from ear to ear. Manuel had already emptying the contents of all cans of beer, so head felt a little strange. Decided he'd heard enough to upset blond and quarrel with him only further elevate his ego. He got up to go to the kitchen, but was immediately followed by his friend, who would not feel satisfied until you hear a scream of rage Chile.

teasing in the kitchen continued, while Manuel Martín discarded empty cans had been engaged to continue their celebration. Unfortunately Chile's patience ran out when Martin approached him to whisper in her ear:

enseñoa "When you want to play for real, guasito.

Enough was enough, Manuel was tired of hearing his taunts, he felt his blood boil guasso violently through his veins. For a moment he felt like the beer subíaa head and without thinking much about what he did, rather carried away by a passionate reflection, closed its puñoy launched a coup in the direction of Argentina.

Martin opened his eyes wide, there was Chile, in front of him, watching him with the fierce expression of the indomitable probably inherited araucana community. The coup was wrong intentionally, giving on the part of the wall that was right next to Martin's face. Manuel was looking at him, almost without blinking.

"Hey, Manuel, do not be idiot ...

"Shut up.

"But hey, I say it's only a joke, you can not be ...

Unfortunately Martin was unable to complete the sentence that he tried hard to articulate. While the blonde thought some excuse to escape the gaze of Chilean Manuel came violently to him, pressing his lips against the other boy. Yes, Manuel I was kissing him pessimistic and insecure guasso was dominating at that time. Martin felt his temperature rose, while a feeling of shame and something that still could not identify surfaced in his mind. Chile's lips were warmer and softer than he had imagined even in their wildest dreams. Before I could think of refuse or return the kiss broke Ely Manuel re-look at him.

-Ah, at last, quietly you see better, "said with a triumphant grin on his face, though his haughty smile lasted very little. What had I done?, Had kissed Martin. Realizing the situation I felt like the temperature went up almost instantly, the blush came over her face completely and could not ground the eyes look to Martin.

Both were surprised, too much to say something, Manuel pulled his hand that still remained in the wall, close to the face of another youth. His eyes were lost in the entertaining world of ceramics that was under his feet, could not lift his face ... not really understand why he had done it, would it be because of alcohol?, "A moment of weakness? ah, maybe, after all the people who are not thinking clearly drunk, but then remembered that popular saying: "Neither children nor drunkards know how to lie." So what I had done because I really wanted to do?, Bah, it was dumb enough, it was because I wanted to. Now, what think Martin of it?, What would think ... had made a mariconada, surely it would soon hit him and sped away from home. Volveríaa walk alone through the beautiful fields designated by him as "happy copy of Eden."

The atmosphere was really uncomfortable, overwhelmed by the uncertainty Manuel decided to break the silence, after all, the shit is already done, she thought with characteristic pessimism its idiosyncrasies.

"Hey, Martin ...

" Who would have thought I would learn something so interesting about a guy like you, "interrupted Martin casually, looking forward ; s flushed cheeks of his interlocutor.

- What wea ...? "Manuel could not finish the sentence, the blond's lips had touched gently on their own, while her body was pushed by the hand of Martin. So they stayed a moment, feeling the touch of the lips of others, united in a kiss as sweet as the grapes that produced the wine that he liked both to Chile.

Martin walked his hand gently over the back of Manuel, freeing his friend's lips slowly, then went to his ear and whispered:

"You also

n you look better quietly, guasso.

Manuel's body was completely shocked to feel the breath of Martin in his ear, did not know what to do, what to say, his mind quickly looking for an insult he could out of this embarrassing situation, but never found a satisfactory result. Martin took advantage of the silence of his friend and kissed her ear gently, then his sideburns, his cheek, continued to advance slowly over opposite again. The young man had gone to look at the floor, which caused a chuckle in the gaucho.

Manuel

Upon hearing volvíaa felt his blood boil with anger and raised face with aggression:

- What do you creís hueveo I'm for you, huh? "Growled quickly. By lifting his face had been so close to Martin that he could feel her breath mingled.

"You do not change, you're up to declare to a disaster. -Sentenced before pinching blonde tan lips from hers, together in a kiss more passionate than before. Martin wanted to feel the taste of that mouth that had seen both and try it soon. Bit her lower lip gently Manuel taking advantage of what would be a groan of discontent to take over inside. Her tongue eagerly sought his companion, allowing you to savor the flavor gently craved. Blonde free hand rested on Manuel's chin, holding it firmly, then lowering it gently to stroke the neck of the dark.

The simple touch of the hand on her bare neck Martin made the rest of your skin shiver. Manuel mentally cursed the trick that her body was playing. Because of alcohol should be preferred to think that way, he could not afford such weakness against Martin, but I had no willpower or sober enough to reject it. The hand that had been resting on his back made his way south, Manuel was released the kiss and he could feel the gaze of the blonde nailed in her face. No, could not face him, shame consumed him.

Martin watched as the young fun dodging eye contact again sought his face but was cleverly evaded by the Chilean ashamed. He brought his lips to one of his red ears and whispered this time mockingly:

-Sos

more fun than I expected.

"Shut up, moron, blame the beer.

Martin sighed at the stubbornness of the words in Chile, apparently not yet was able to take what they were doing, probably the next day would be responsible to deny everything that happened that night, "That night? ... Yes, Martin would not escape Manuel, not this time, he had waited long enough.

"Okay, you win, the beer's fault," she said as she smiled warmly.

-strange that such cooperative ESTIS Manuel replied sarcastically.

"It seems that you need an excuse, you're so childish ..." said the Argentine before kissing the lips of Chile quickly. Never mind, "he reiterated, is the fault of the beer.

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Friendship forced [Argentina x Chile, USA x UK]

Duuuh, I could not post it on Hetalia_esp, so I put here D:!





Friendship

Chile
required walking down the street with a very concerned. He was upset, not upset was not the word, emputecido, ah, that sounds much better.

"That fool, who does he think he is? Not stand even know why he thought this weón. while kicking a stone so distracted.

Upon reaching the place where I used to sit and pass their anger continued, he found his favorite seat was occupied, a blonde looked at the floor while mumbling a few words and could hardly hear her ... side was a horse?, no, wait webada What was that? A unicorn!, but what made an animal of those in your country! No, the most important thing now was that his place was busy and, as needed to fight with anyone, was a perfect excuse.

He walked with a defiant and haughty to the one guy who was in his space.

"Hey, you're in my place.

"Oh, do not have your name .- He said the blond without looking up from the ground" I'm not in the mood to deal with a farmer now so go back where you came from.

- Campesino! Who would say 'farmer, moron?, Grab your horse and fly from here if you loved that you kicked clear.

The blond looked up quickly and showed an expression of utter surprise.

- What? - Asked without even blinking in surprise.

- Did not you hear? You take your horse and become smoke .- Chile replied nonchalantly as he folded his arms as a sign of threat.

- Can you see?, I can not believe it, Can you see? "Shouted an enthusiastic English with a fully illuminated compared expression which previously had a.

"Yes, I can see it and is taking all banks, silly .- Chile grimaced and replied without enthusiasm.

"Hey, sorry, please take a seat, are Chile, right?.

"Oh, I'm not a farmer, look how fast you change your mind.

is that it is rare to see someone pointing .- Arthur ruled the unicorn. - Have you always been able to see this kind of beings?

- What do you mean by that? - Said, holding his head, did it matter that talk about a unicorn, I could still Argentina see the face of mocking him while watching the football game, was so upset that he felt that his head would explode at any time. To finish off the evening we had this stranger talking about weird stuff. In different circumstances I probably would have said what was to please the guy in question, after all, he loved everything that came from outside, but the farmer had called swagger.

"Well, unicorns, fairies, goblins, you know what I mean, I guess.

-Ah, how the Trauco?, Was with me a while ago but it was following a girl, no remedy. Usually spend time with me to talk, sometimes the Pincoya me on, but not very often seems to think I'm very jote .- said sporting a little dazed to remember the face of the Pincoya and seeing also the face of the foreigner, he clearly had not understood a word he had said. "Oh, sharp. What hacís here? I do not think visiting rural Andes for fun .- said with irony.

"Actually I came here without intending to. I'm fighting with my ... uh, I do not know if I could call friend said something annoying .- .- I got so mad that I left without looking at where I was headed. When I realized I was sitting here, I hate that this board mock my peasants, even dared to forget the gratitude independence, dammit ...

-Ahh ... - sighed Chile - Apparently we all get a close aweonado.

- Aweonado?, I do not understand ...

-Da same .- He smiled as he rose from the seat .- Let's have a drink?, I have wanted to a few chelas, a wine, a Piscola, whatever.

"I'll walk, I also needed a drink, but nothing with cola, please, now bring me bad memories.

-Che, where litter I've searched all afternoon .- Argentina's cell phone said, looked pretty rough.

"Oh, wn, andate a webear to another lao '.- Heard a strange babble characteristic tone followed by the end of the call.

"This idiot went drinking again ... - It took a minute to breathe, it was dark, had lost all afternoon looking for that silly child, what was may be angry that way for a joke? ...

- Sorry, do you speak Inglés?, Can you tell me WHERE i am ? - Asked a blond while holding his glasses and looked confused at a U.S. map.

-Alfred, talk in English, I know what I mean. I, Argentina.

- Argentina!, What a surprise to find you here, where are we?

"I should be surprised, what you do in Chile?

- Chile? Eeeeeh re-look the map I can not believe I came up here looking for that stupid ...

- What? Arthur "got away again? You do not know how to deal with people.

"Ah, but if you just made a joke about his food and was angry, of course Did have you seen?

"No, but follow me, I have an idea of where to find two jerks ...

In a downtown bar Satiago the picture was somewhat different ...

- Ssho I said, it misses a bad man ... ... I told you! - Judgement in Chile before disappearing the contents of his glass.

- I can not believe you would say that my scones!, After the problems I went through to prepare ... Porro can not return to be small that stupid ... - England looked at his glass with disdain.

-Oh! Give them! Look at that moron tell me that my computer does not work ... The red will win the next World Cup!, Ahahahaha! And I'm going to scream in my face!

-Ah, Chile, we should know before ... You understand me! Before, my only friends were the fairies, goblins and that adorable unicorn, but now ... I have you you! - England sobbed with emotion.

"Oh, I do not stuff digai po ', we are macho, well, we are friends!, Are we friends or not friends, huh? - Cried as he passed an arm around England's shoulders and began to sob as well.

- Nobody needs that meeting of farmers with complex Hero!

- Neither this egotistical moron!

Then, both men began to mourn in a childish way, while holding their drinks and clung to the table, victims of visible effects of alcohol. Meanwhile two young men entered the bar high and they were watching with a mixed expression of shame and relief.

Argentina As thought, the two disasters were not slow to meet and become friends, looked at his companion seemed to share his thoughts. They approached the couple and painful, ignoring the florid insults that came from their mouths, they were separated and charged to the exit.

did not need words, Alfred and Argentina looked knowingly, exchanged as a gesture of farewell and took his friends in tow, apparently not the last time be found, at least under these circumstances. Would be the beginning of an interesting "friendship must" for those people.

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Blahblahblah Memeeee Denisse steal it: P

- Put your MP3 or IPOD Shuffle (Shuffle) [I'll do it on my player:)]
- For each question, press the Following (NEXT) for the response.

- YOU WRITE THE NAME OF THAT SONG NO MATTER HOW STUPID SOUNDS.

- Taggea 10 people in the note (including the person that you added to yours) you think you enjoy it as much as you.

IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ALL IS WELL' DO YOU SAY?

Blue Bird - Ayumi Hamasaki (?)

THAT BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?

My Sweetie - BoA (+??)

DO YOU LIKE IN A BOY?

Zion-Dbsk

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?

Choosey Lover - DBSK, LMAO ~ ~

WHAT'S YOUR PURPOSE IN LIFE?

Donna Kotoba De - Arashi, Nose the meaning of the song D: * runs *

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?

That's What You Get - Paramore, hahaha ... I do not know because I laugh D:

WHAT YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?

I Kissed a Girl - Katy Perry, D:

HOW OFTEN DO YOU THINK?

You are My Song - Dbsk, aww I love that cancióon ~ ~ ~

HOW MUCH IS 2 +2?

Aho Matsuri - Miyavi (+++????)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIENDS?

Do not Cry My Love - Dbsk, * ^ * another song that I love .. but because that?

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?

LoveBug - Jonas Brothers,

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?

My Destiny - DBSK,

hahahaha WHAT YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?

Killing Me - L'ar en Ciel , O__O xDD I kill

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?

Back the Night - Adammo, lol ~ o.ó sounded pervert or at least what I saw as D:

WHAT YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?

One Love - Arashi, I love xDD

WHAT DANCING IN YOUR WEDDING?

Do not Say Goodbye - Dbsk, *--* would be a slow dance & BEAUTIFUL ♥

SOUND MUSIC WHAT YOUR FUNERAL?

La La La - Big Bang, o.ó is very lively ...

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY?

Nyappy In The World 3 - An cafe, happiness (oalgoasí) in the world ... lol ~

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET? Get

CRUK - Brokencyde, ahh ~ is Emo D song is average, but I gushta ~

WHAT YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?

Loud Mucker Complex - LM.C, (???)

WHAT IS THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?

About a Girl - The Academy is ..., lol ~ about a girl? . _.

DIE HOW?

6 Minutes - Jonas Brothers, in six minutes D: if tomorrow I do not upgrade is because I died xD

WHAT ONE THING YOU REPENT?

Last Farewell - BigBang, to say goodbye? from whom? D:

WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?

Pressure - Paramore, I laugh when I depressed? .-.

MOURN WHAT DO YOU DO?

The Bubble - Arashi (?)

Will you marry someday?

Survivor - Dbsk, if I survive? this game wants to kill me D:

WHAT SCARES YOU MOST?

Last Angel - Dbsk & koda Kumi, I do not understand .--.

DO YOU LIKE SOMEONE?

Zetsu - The Gazzetta

BACK TIME IF YOU COULD CHANGE WHAT?

Trick - Dbsk, a trick? D:

WHAT HURTS YOU RIGHT NOW?

Misery Busines - Paramore

HOW Contractor is POST? Anti

Doll - Descartes to Kant, D:

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A video of Rob in the Narita Airport in Japan




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write back with news of Twilight ...
was rumored that Madonna was going to be well on the soundtrack or the movie .. But that was ruled ...
Now, Demi Lovato wants to be in New Moon ...
But to act, but to write a love song for Cullen or Black, that was what he said: "Edward Cullen would write a love song for him. Or for Jacob Black! .. I think it would be great to be on the soundtrack. Maybe not, but whatever happens it would be awesome "Actually idk if I'd like to see Demi \u0026lt;3 there, or at least with a song ... Demi & Nick Mireen
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Nomas *--* look how they look ....
Kristen and Rob are already in Japan ... YES! For the premiere of Twilight there, Taylor would be arriving on Friday (I think) Rob
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ASH! Camilla Belle as I detest jkajdakshfajf
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The survivor PV *__________* (nose many times as I heard that to me is the letter: D, since there is no audio in good ;__;)




& the short version of Arashi PV Belive





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the PV: D



Llendome to other things, it is rumored that maybe Hilary Duff is in New Moon and Heidi, because they saw her talking to the actor who plays Carlisle Cullen.

Anyway ... Nosé very well how it goes D: but I hope the movie this good ^ - ^ Greetings
overdue: Happy St. Valentine's Day ^_______^

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Meme y Coosass...

Hello to all of you the / as they read what I write : D Hehe they will tell
at last! if finally finished watching ♥ Hanadan muuuuuuchos hehe but I remain to be seen in my DORAMAS *-*, although I need the movie that I have but also know when I see it , because I have no time D: I leave a meme
recently masomenos understand how that's D:

1 - Grab the book nearest you, go to page 18, line 4 writes: No libroo
DD:

2 - If you extend your right arm to play What you get?
My cell phone: 3

3 - What was the last thing you saw in the TV?
few novels with Aunt D:

4 - Without looking, what time is it?
6.30 pm? oh no! are

6:11 xD 5-aside I hate the computer?
my aunt saying I want to eat and orrible noise

Moot

6 - How long were you out the day I spent more time on the street? Looong time
not think I'm vague xD

7 - Before you write this were you doing?
I read if I had any say in my Hi5

8 - What are you wearing right now?:
my pajamas D:

9 - Did you dream last night?:
think if ?.... xD remember NEVER sleep! TT are frustrating

10 - How long you've been laughing the last time?:
not remember, not counting the time (?)

11 - What's in the walls of the room where you are?
Dbsk Posters of Arashi and one of Sasuke, Tokio Hotel, the Jonas Brothers, one of Demi and Joe, one of Larc en Ciel (many right?), A blackboard and a clock D xD

12 - Have you seen anything strange lately?
an ugly bugs when my mother saw it xD

Trauma

13 - What is the last movie you saw?
not remember D:

14 - if you got billionaire / a of the overnight What would you buy?
Nosé: S OH! tickets for the journey to Japan, Korea: D

15 - Something about you: Read it on both sides to
About me xD There are sooooo many things about me xD

16 - If you could do something in the world, regardless of politics, What would you do?
not know D:

17 - Do you like dancing?
IRS but not alone, oh well only in my house: 3

18 - What do you think of George Bush?
Who is it? LOL I prefer to keep nasty comments Nosé = X

19 - Imagine that, spontaneous reaction, you have a girl, "call her?
I like many names but not which would put D:

20 - Imagine that instead of having a girl, you have a child What do you call?:
Fabrizzio? Adrian? nuse: S

21 - Would you like to live abroad?:
depends where B

22 - What would you like to tell God when you get to heaven?:
Hello? LOL xDD who knows if I go to heaven xDD

23 - Give you the five nominees for the test:
People who read 8D

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If someone tells me that is what you would meme very grateful, because I know D: