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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.


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"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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