Monday, January 10, 2011

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[Fanfic] karaoke night cap. 4 "Memoirs of a gentleman"


Title: Memoirs of a gentleman.

Artist: Alfred F. Jones and Arthur Kirkland.

Album: Karaoke Night.

Most partygoers decided to go on the bus. In the seat bottom, next to the window, you could see like a ball rolling Chile itself, next to Paraguay was trying to encourage him, while in front of them shared Sebastian Martiny a mate of Argentina (always ready to quench the thirst), but the brightness of Uruguay began to disturb other passengers.

- Seba! POWER OFF at once! Will you? "Shouted from the seats nearby.

"Wait .... Are you on? "Francis sprang from his seat towards the aisle led l'amour.

- Francis, I'll go with you! - According to Gallo, Antonio got up from his post, to the angry eyes of Rome.

"We aru head hurts ... ...- Yao turn off the lights was used to stir in his seat, hiding from the glare.

"Do not worry, Yao. If you like, the light goes out .- Ivan took out his long, heavy coat and threw it on Sebastian, hiding all its glitter unexplained.

England looked distracted by the window, Alfred yet boarded the bus and that he was happy in part because their minds can not be found after the blowout last night. America could do with it what he craved, to possess; but could not remember what happened in the night ... What if he remembered? that would be ...

-England, it seems that you too have fun bastante.-Belgium placed her feline gaze on the face of English "You have drunk too much.

"Hey .... yeah, maybe ...- Arthur tried to keep calm while being bombarded by many theories ... maybe she felt his closeness to the U.S. overnight, or the hickey on his neck .... worse, having seen what they did on the couch (And he did not remember) ... "You forgot your tie.

-Eh ... Ah, yes! You're right, "settled the collar to hide the hickey, shame I had noticed her and even took a picture.

- Mon ami Angleterre ... - Francis directed his gaze to the aforementioned, would be for you later, but that hickey on my neck and have warned that owner-walked to the back of the bus, where Sebastian fought with the Russian coat, leaving a very shocked and surprised England entourage of magical beings.

Sebastian watched the French toward him, he unbuttoned his shirt slowly, Switzerland and Holland prepared the shotgun and was going to stop, but could not help laughing.

- Ja, ja, ja, ja, ja! "The laughter of the Dutch captured the attention of the rest.

- Holland! What causes you so funny? Is it my lovely and hot body? Sorry Vincent, but I'm busy with the Latin Lover and ...

"I should see what you have written on the back, is the best! - Dutch Belgium takes the camera and photography to laughter from the pasajeros.-ten, read it for yourself.

"Je ne sais pas combien vous adjuvants, if you order à la tour Eiffel n'est pas votre if large. Prusse gagner par 5 mètres. "*

- Mon Dieu!

Everyone looked at Matthew (strange thing: all pay attention to Canada) dauntingly.

"Hey ... I ... I do not know ... Good ...- His voice trailed off as her cheeks became red of the flag.

Roderich you notice, but denied any gestures, and so on among those who had been "invaded" by Prussia, who slept peacefully embracing the barrel of beer.

They looked at each other, but nobody had done and nobody knew who he was. This was a new case for H secret files (coming soon, on Karaoke Night.)

o American could not remember what was done. It was not just a hickey, was also small teeth marks around it.

Slowly, he got into the tub. I knew that night was instrumental in its relationship with the American.

o was beautiful. I am happy to be with you sharing this time .- Kiku Hug while watching the beautiful clear day.

- Kawaiiiii! What a beautiful party! The best deal of our lives! - Fully excited, Anastasia takes photos to the couple.

"Yes, and the most destructive business of our lives ..." Atlantis was to keep calm when seeing the trail of destruction left by the Austrian in a moment of anger, the liquor scattered on the ground (along with other kinds of fluids that you do not want know) and tables out of place.

"We should start cleaning ... Where are Rome and Germania?

"Silence, Octavio ... quietly go out ..." The hand took Germany to Rome and led to the back exit, but were discovered by the flash of Nastenka.

- You! - Athyria was about to explode with anger .- Do not run and get back to work! Clean up this mess! - Frantically, he began to tell all until they realized that Alfred was in the room.

"Hey ... do not worry, this hero and removed ..." came swiftly from the bar before the astonished eyes of the hosts, owners and employees of the place.

In the mind of Alfred could only see one thing: the face of Arthur.

o bad reaction also did not want it restored some of their relationship fell apart. It cost much to develop a bond of cooperation between the two countries, spent many days of pointless discussions that could come near him again. Had to leave.

What the English did not know was that his beloved as the Italian Alfred ran towards the hotel.

- "I am a hero and every hero and save my lady of the dangers of solitude"

- In his mind he saw Arthur princess dress in pink and with long hair, not to mention his prominent eyebrows ... - "Eh ... that was weird, but I must reach before it Iggy worse. "- gave thanks to the strength of his body towards alcohol, which allowed him to remember last night ... all pretty clear.

* Flashback *:

-Iggy ... release the vessel .- Alfred tried for the umpteenth time that night to take away the glass of rum from the hands of English.

- Let me, bastard! We know that party and, therefore, we can take a little bit.

- But, Arthur! You said the same to finish the first bottle ... and almost do the same with the second! - who do you think to come to control what I take? - Arthur and was going through the phase of drunk fighter, which the U.S. brought back memories of his childhood. How many times has been to England in that state? If you had a dollar for every one of them, perhaps the economic crisis not exist .- What are you, my brother? - This was too much, given its greatest weakness, so opted for the healthy Alfred, Arthur take arms and take away from that bottle.

* End Flashback *

"Perhaps, not bad not stop him before, but we would not have done ... that ..."

* * Flashback:

-Alfie ... I sing ... but do not let me ... -

-Claroooo ... as you want ... - America opened the door of the little room, which was decorated with photos of different rock bands concerts around the world, and shows signs of punk.

- Do not you see? The public expected me! Put me down and let me sing! "Arthur pointed out each and every one of the paintings and pictures of the sala." You should change lenses, Alfie ...

* End Flashback *

He leaned on the counter care of the hotel, trying to maintain balance while caught his breath. "Hello, are you in your room Mr. Kirkland?

"Good morning, Mr. Jones Looking Arthur Kirkland? ... There is, sir, he retired a few minutes ago.

"Hey ... thank you completely defeated Alfred left the hotel with the speech made ...

" Hey! I a hero! This simple problem ... I will not stop me after my

Arthur if it's the last thing I do. The heroes do not give up, go after Ely this time I do declare ... "

Without hesitation he ran to the airport hoping fuel.

o no matter, I found passages and return home today.

Arthur found tickets available for travel on the same day. While traveling in third class, at least would soon come to their land. Should clarify the situation, he knew his love was not reciprocated by Alfred, who last night was nothing more than effects of drunkenness. Quietly boarded the plane, he looked back one last time ...

Alfred came too late.

o with tea, sugar and other sweets on his desk. He looked one last time if there were people around and closed the door behind him.

"Maybe it will serve to clear my mind ...

closed all the curtains, looked for a possible suspect spy (who obviously had not), threw a bird that rested on the window and checked that the door was locked.

- One of these books was the one who opened ...

red book took a great rack, which opened a door to a secret dungeon, just off the carpet.

-

Eh ... that was not ... I think that the next day I check this place ...

felt chills to remember the few times I have used that space, in fact, as often as Francis served. Finally took a blue book, which took a great picture of him in the Victorian style, behind which there was a small room full of posters, posters, photos and other memorabilia from the era of true rock.

- My guitar! - Ran to a corner where he had his clothes punk: a cabinet with tight pants, dye hair, shirts with anarchist symbols including things. "But this is not the time to protest ... "He took a random vinyl and put it on the turntable, he sat on the couch with the British flag as he read the cover.

"Greatest Hits"

- GOD SAVE THE QUEEN! - Shouted, leaping from his place, singing as if possessed by music.

o both? - Francis played with the water of pink bubble bath.

- ... anything you might be interested .-

"But if the reshuffle that took this time if interested me ... huh? "He hung up? What a lack of education, and think that was raised by a British gentleman -Francis The American left talking to himself. I had no choice: go home.

o Bar, Tokyo, Japan.

"Well ... that kind of big eyebrows Anastasia sings pretty well, sighed as she watched a video on your laptop.

- watching that video again? - Athyria approached the screen.

-Nee ... you know I love this song. I love this band ... it's also a nice way declararse.-lens She smiled tenderly.

"But if you do not serve drunk a lot.

"Never mind, I love this song. GOD SAVE THE QUEEN! "Nastenka began to rotate on its axis in a fit of energíay rock.

"Again with the shouting wild-did not understand how her friend could become a simple song.

o come, which

hates that fuckin 'limey

, it was not necessary to enter the courtyard of English with camouflage clothing, makeup and spy equipment, but it was Alfred the American hero and not give up so fast.

Tony

-Be still, my receiver picks up signs of movement in this corner of the second piso. "With the earphones said the office window and motioned for his partner they should move forward. Crawling through the bushes, took the lead window, and his "friend" threw hooks (typical clothing super hero or spy) on the third floor, and began to climb. - Great! The best guitar solo! - English shouted as she spun like a top, wearing tight white pants and a white shirt with a crown, holding a microphone.

CRASH!

-What the ...!?!?

Alfred made his heroic appearance, breaking crystals of the [insert special effects] landing perfectly into the elegant carpet of the office, despite the heavy curtains.

-Tony, I know you did not want to do this, but here's your reward .- delivers two games.

- ... (insert voice of Tony) - The alien wishing retired this fails, because he cared and he succeeded. came quickly, finding the best moment of his life (at least, was very funny, so I thought): Iggy singing more Mercury-style stand on the chair in those tight white pants ... it was sexy and fun.

-England ...

-America ... "His eyes were white, but seeing the camouflage shirt, glasses and hair twisted sheets filled with Alfred, could not help but laugh . - You look ridiculous!

"Look who says, Iggy ... that is believed rock star ...

- Bastard! Who do you think to come to bother me and break me sale ...!

"Well ... a room full of rock, it's funny

, though rare in tú.-old man as he begins to see in detail the living room.

- Do not interrupt me!

- And you do not yell at me!

It might have started World War III, but the music and to stop them.

"It went pretty well, they said they did a perfect match ..."

"That song ... is that of the party ... Save me," they said in unison to the beat of memories.

* Flashback *:

-Watch and learn from your mentor about the best music, Alfie ... - staggering, is closer to DVDs and players select a song n. Yes, that was the right to express their feelings.

"This goes with all my love for my former colony, Alfred F. Jones, his former tutor and current ... I do not know ... friend? Arthur ...

America never took his eyes of the thin body of Arthur, who slowly take off his jacket and tie, to have more freedom.

- I love you, Alfred! She tried to get closer to the microphone, but almost falls to become entangled in the cable, but for the reflexes of

Al-Care, Arthies, if you're still mad for the public such movements ; blico.-Gently put his lips to those of you inglésy kiss. In the beginning, so fearful, but once he felt he was returned, decided to explore Masy deepened the kiss.

Arthur, do not know how happy I am to hear this ... "he whispered in the ear, making this blush, wrapped in a warm embrace.

-Baka ... do not say that ... "hid his face on the shoulder of Alfred.

reunited in a kiss was drunk, maybe they were not in all senses, but not waste this opportunity.

* End Flashback *

Arthur blushed at the memories that crowded.

-Arthur, I came by ... "Alfred did not know what to say really what to say. Wanted to confirm if what he said in English that night was true, if she really loved him, whether it was reciprocated. Gradually, he began to close.

"If it is because I stripped again while drunk, you do not recordarlo.-Simple cheap excuse. "I want to remember ...

"I'm not interested What were you doing? This was his chance, and was squandering new.-Alfred, please retire, "he said the door without looking at his face.

-Arthur, I do want to bend, because it was the best night of my life.

- Huh? "Something in your brain just crack, feeling like everything stopped. The silence of both was hidden under the rock.

-Arthur, if I'm here is because for me ... for me, that night was important ... Do not think that being younger than you does not know what I come to tell you ... I love you, and I turn away from you this vez.-English was limited only to look away embarrassed, being invaded by the memories of that rainy day in Jul.-What happened ...

- And tell me now, after Having A emancipated, you idiot! "His eyes glazed over every word .- You know how I suffered with your game? You are a fucking bastard who did not even think about what you do! "Slowly began to recede, approaching the small sofa. - Do you think it's fun to love someone and that she loves you just as a brother? "Seeing her every day dreaming of something different to that then go and do not return in a while? Believe me, it is not ... "His face was serious, surprising the British. Alfred had been waiting for this moment, and left his role as hero to confess her feelings aside. He went to another, making it back even further, to sitting down on the couch.

-Alfred ... sorry ... "he covered his face with his hands, hiding the tears that could not hold, while the U.S. sat on the floor, revealing to fill it with kisses and dry your lá ; tears. He looked once more those bright eyes to kiss him deeply, giving vent to their feelings. Arthur

drifted slowly, settling into his seat, which was small for both. I felt like its former colony caressed his torso softness and delicacy ... never thought that despite its strength was so soft to touch. Got carried away by the touch sensitive Alfred, tasting his mouth forward ... what I expected. At one point, America stands, and spreads a bit.

- I think about leaving? "He berated the view away. I did not want this to be a simple "touch and go" ... he just looked around as if searching for something.

-arthi, come ... Take me to your room ... I do not want to miss here.

His mind is blocked ... go to your room? Did he want? ... "Oh, Arthur ... that couch is too small for both, well, you're not old enough to do crazy contorsionistas. He laughed loudly, resuming his heroic attitude, with that smile he loved the British.

"Idiot, I'm an old wimp like you ... Alfred! "The other blonde again took him in her arms, carrying him not hard to escape. He walked the long hallway while trying to accommodate the other and to kiss with every step they took. Moved an inch until it stopped tasted, beating out the odd piece of clothing.

What they did not know was that the maid for a little boot the tea while watching the scene ...

"And in the end, Alfred and Arthur are out, but Iggy always denied, the Belgian played with his glass while Hungary was listening carefully, "In the end, America itself it was about the karaoke, that's what they told me.

"And for that you called me this coffee ... thanks, you're a good informant. - Hungary's looked at it and her expression changed "Thanks for your information, see you at the next meeting. Bye .- The coffee that came out of nowhere. * "I do not know how much you boast, if in the end your Eiffel tower is not so great. Prussia wins you over 5 feet. "

Hehehe ... sorry for the delay, but I just got out of fourth means, I took the PSU in a few days I have to enroll in college, I was hooked on role, and now I am moderating him ... and I can hardly write long fics. My fic muse that I see occasionally, and now looking for a new way (?)

SPOT: Manteo

Chile, "talking with Latino men-

USA What do they do?

Chile: HIM! Latinos take-all arms and legs and try to throw it away, Alfred

Arg: Ché, the idiot is heavy.

UK, "watching what they do-

Arg: HIM! Latino-all do the same with Arthur, the bounce and move like a web-

UK: Bastardos! Let me go! "I let go and fly away-

USA: Iggy! [If you want to save Cejotas, comments or leave a review]

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

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[Fanfic] Suspicions. SuFin and OC: Åland

Suspected

Sweden was very busy, more than normal. In a few months she would marry Finland and everyone was worried about different parts of the wedding: It took care of the church, carpets, and decor while her boyfriend managed every detail of the festive No, touring Europe in search of the best chefs and spirits, but had to promise France a dozen new sex toys for Christmas.

After a nice dinner, Sweden, Finland asked to marry a beautiful diamond ring, a starry night in Stockholm. Still remember those bright eyes and excited to see the ring, crying with emotion. His plan had gone perfectly, and together they celebrated under the candlelight.

But there was another thing that worried him: Åland, the autonomous region of Tino who came to help with preparations for the party. His name is Viktor, and was once under his care, until his wife and son were annexed to Russian territory. Viktor to whom we're called "son", he shared many traits such as language Swedish, glasses or look intimidating, and also had his wife's characteristics, such as hair texture and smooth physics, but what caught his attention were her eyes, a curious mixture of aqua and purple ... so Åland, a combination of Sweden and Finland. region

She has a quiet chamber, hardworking, very polite, but if your mother is about showing your rebeldíay moody, contradicting what they said, disobeying and showing much more intimidating, exploiting the slight difference in height, not as high as Su-san, but higher than

"mamma." did not know why acting like that, but to be autonomous and be under the control of Finland, hopefully see him at meetings of the Nordic Council.

few weeks before all this, Viktor suddenly appears in his place to talk "privately", talking about such intimate topics as what happened Russia's home and why their rebellion, during all those years had matured and was now willing to cooperate to this important event. He said he was jealous of his dealings with Finland, who always looked after him while he stood alone in its archipelago. In addition, Fin would not let him go back to Sweden because he was angry about the "treaty" with Norway. That the city of Moss ... leaving their custody.

Initially, the relationship between Tino and Viktor was hard, repeatedly falling pointless discussions that day was dimming. Åland accedíaa not the simple requests from Finnish and clean the table, picking up the dishes or the like. This manteníaa Berwald with edgy, psychologically preparing for a fight of proportions, a battle that never came. Due

government, Åland Finland spent more time organizing the banquet together and seeing the details

of the bride.

the party's work was in addition to the labors of a nation, and decreased time spent Tino slowly, taking more than a week of involuntary abstinence ... that disturbed him.

And to top it off, wedding costs soar into the clouds, all for wanting a celebration worthy of kings (he had previous experience in it) and had to seek funds elsewhere. Tino was and got part time job at a maid cafe, having to wear a nice dress as a maid for pleasure and enjoyment of the public. Viktor also got a job in the same place as cashier, dressed in a butler and protecting his mother from annoying customers (one of they obviously was France). He was proud of his son, who improved his dealings with the Finn, and he could not help smiling to see him with his uniform. "It looks so much like you, Su-san," he told more than once.

But something began bothering him this: Viktor was very affectionate with Tino, and he could not stop talking about Åland when they were, feeling displaced. Always listened to praise of the young in the few minutes they could join or was interrupted by unexpected calls the child ... it was suspicious.

One day, when the doubts began to gnaw on the inside, decided to talk alone with the region, one of those moments "from father to son." One night he joined the Swedish home, sharing a few beers and some snacks. "It sorpr'ndente

your c'mbio of act'tud with T'no ..." he said without losing sight.

"Every day I know more, I agrada.-modulated one by one the words that let go, sounding somewhat sparse.

- What what t 'agr'da it?

"I liked the tenderness is lindo.-meditated phrases said as he took a little more of his cans. "It's ... good mother ..." he looked away completely ashamed to confess his admiration for Finland .-

Pappa, have good taste ...

Sweden could not help but look at him in surprise. This was too embarrassing.

When he could, watching the footsteps of his future wife and her son, imagining a thousand things to them ... complex Oedipus, betrayal, deception, thousands of words raced through his head, without letting him sleep peacefully. I did not know what to do, maybe it was time to talk to Tino (and incidentally, make love again.)

was Saturday afternoon. The cafe where he worked was closed for desratizacióny Finland as Viktor, had the afternoon off. Berwald Unfortunately no, but she managed to adjourn the meeting with his boss, saying that was a little sick and had to care for your child Sealand. He felt some guilt for what was doing, but should confirm their suspicions. his house came out quickly in the direction of her boyfriend nervous and impatient. He stopped at the entrance doubtful of what would, could not suspect his wife, who kicks ass Russians and able to care for Sea-kun, whom he married ... He saw the door open and slowly opened, releasing the music.

Tango.

Finnish Tango.

Olavi Virta,

Finnish tango king , Tino's favorite. The interpreter of songs of their private moments, the sound that set some of their nights of passion ...

was guided by the music, that they seldom listened Tino because he could not dance alone being replaced by power metal songs except in their romantic moments, where instead of dancing, kissed and loved till you drop.

-Viktor-kun, slowly ... "distinguished the voice of Finland from his room.

- do-well? "I answered unsure. Apparently, it was Åland.

"Okay ... so gusta. me His voice betrayed a certain bustle and excitement. Su-san slowly made a mental image of what ocurría. "Your c-hip ... not so strong ...

-pu'do ... No ..." Let me separate

legs ... just a Slight.-ever was closer to the happy room, "Oh, be careful! - Let out a groan I know more delicate ...

-Only you will be t 'occurs this man'ra hac'rlo and the 'tate that you' ind ... "it was clear that I did not even Åland modular efforts.

Tino "and Viktor were ...? -Frighteners

hard, do not let go ... "End the troubled breathing mixed with the music.

That could not be happening ... his wife and son, doing who knows what. Viktor is too similar to Finland Elya likes this quality, and it was getting dangerous. He took the doorknob and was about to open.

- Viktor, Finland !...- hurts complained of pain.

-Sol 'a p'co more ...

- ends at once, Vik! ... I'm gonna fall ...

-A s you 'you come' sto ... by ... ... acabem m'nos what's ...

- Hold me hard, please! Viktor! Here, leg ... could not get the image that formed in his head ... his wife ... cornered to the wall, naked, blushing, being pleased with his son ... ... moaning

excited to be so close to the peak to the rhythm of tango ... a family secret, being deceived by their own blood. All for not spending a few minutes, for caring more about his work and the party's cause for celebration ... and deliver on a silver platter to a copy of it ... "I

t'rmino ... - Hard, Vik!

The song ends in the moment that the door is hit, leaving Tino see a very feminine pose, leaning on one foot, while Viktor was holding firm at the waist with one hand and held it with the other thigh so as not to lose balance time I leaned back. Something similar to what we imagined, but they were dressed.

Sweden was in shock, scaring Åland. Only

were dancing tango ... but his mind had twisted all these noises and music. Printing, Viktor released in Finland and it plummeted to the ground, hitting head and back. It took a few seconds to react and notice that Tino was on the floor in pain and upset.

- Su-san! We asustaste. "he scolded as he moved levente pain, Viktor Grumbling." Now you see why you should hold tight to your partner ...

-Fin, the perd'name si'nto ... ... no believed qu '... were ... ... "apologized oc'pados while gently lifted from the ground and settled into bed, before the eyes regretful and guilty of the child. Finland was slightly dazed by the blow, so I chose to let it rest in your room alone. Outside the room, faced his son Berwald:

- Åland, what 'ra that there oc'rría d'NTER? - He asked a little confused, but no, less scary.

-Dance, taught me Tango. steps, "he replied with the same look terrifying.

And ... is it's whining?

He hit the calf while rehearsing in the living room ... "He spoke slowly, struggling to modular bien." But he insisted that I teach a few steps ...

fell silent. Everything was imaginacióny product of jealousy. He blamed the music, Viktor, in his absence, the air at all ... she felt guilty, and nothing took away that burden.

Next day:

-T 'no, you tr'je the com'da ... - Sweden entered the room carrying his bride a lunch tray, decorated with a small vase and roses.

-Su-san, thank you ... it was not necessary ... and beautiful detail of flores.-sat to eat, letting out a painful groan. He was quickly attended by the elder, who left the tray on the other side and moved the pillows to sit in comfortable position.

Finland was lying in bed because of the bruises on his head and back, trying to convince Su-san not to worry so much while Viktor cleaned the house and looked after the affairs of the three nations. Was correspondíaa everything that their parents and their own jobs, but refused to wear the dress of her mother.

Berwald did everything possible to maintain comfortable Tino, feeding, giving her flowers and taking care of their analgesics. Sweden had all the recovery time to meet his wife.