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anonymous
May 25 2011, 09:01:43 UTC
Awww, I love you guys! Thanks for all the fun, camping!anons. I haven't forgotten this story. When the charity rounds came after Fukushima, I took on tons-a little more than I should've actually-but I don't regret it, it's good to help out. :) But yeah, this had to be shelved for a little while, even though I wanted to work on it
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Wit Of The Staircase 77/?
anonymous
May 25 2011, 09:07:44 UTC
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The next week or so was a blur of exams. A lot of people were excited about the coming dance to end the school year out, but Matthew was so-so on it. Truth be told, if Francis hadn't seemed so keen on dragging him along, Matthew would've spent the night reading Neil Gaiman.
Matthew was pretty sure that Wallflower was his middle name. For all those lessons he'd claimed, Francis was dancing in the middle with his friends and with about any girl who'd shake with him. Matthew had slipped in, a little late. He was already looking at the ugly streamers and wishing he was drunker than this. Alfred and Arthur had actually gone to the middle. They'd not hidden their relationship, and oddly, it hadn't affected Alfred's popularity much. He was still the quarterback, and he could still probably pick up the locker and hit someone with it if they ever tried to shove him into one. Besides, trying to argue anything with Alfred was pretty useless, given the fact that his logic took always ended in 'I'm awesome, thus whatever I believe is right,
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Wit Of The Staircase 78/?
anonymous
May 25 2011, 09:09:59 UTC
They didn't stop until they were outside, and the music was just a dull sound of that awful beat which would probably haunt his nightmares-or more likely and less pseudo-hipster dramatic-get stuck in his head all damn week.
They sat out on the stoop. Francis already looked moody and dejected. Matthew figured this probably ruined his whole night-maybe even whole week.
There was a dull streetlight over near the football field. Insects were flying about it, but it was too cold a night for mosquitoes to be out.
"Why would anyone do that?" Francis asked.
"She was trying to do something new, I guess, eh. She could never meet Piaf's version, so she tried something new. It didn't exactly work-"
"-Didn't exactly work? Didn't exactly work? That song was like taking the Mona Lisa and shitting upon it and trying to call it art
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Wit Of The Staircase 79/?
anonymous
May 25 2011, 09:11:58 UTC
Matthew pulled out his iPod and found exactly the playist he wanted.
"Here, maybe this will help."
He fumbled a minute as he had to work to put the earbuds in. But soon, it was Edith Piaf in all her glory. Francis sighed, his relaxation almost as complete as when he'd taken the first drag. He soon rearranged it so they were both listening, just as the day they'd gone thrifting.
"...Matthieu," Francis said. "There's one more thing d'accord?" He nipped at Matthew's ear
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Wit Of The Staircase 80/?
anonymous
May 25 2011, 09:15:13 UTC
"Jeez, Matthieu-" Francis gasped as Matthew finally reached the tip. Slow and steady. He really was rubbing off on Francis, too. Maybe next he'd start saying 'eh'.
It was hard to focus with the way Francis was pumping him. His was to a different rhythm. Faster, with slight, sensual touches which made it hard not to just cream his pants on contact. Really, just the thought of Francis' hands on him made Matthew want to come
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Re: Wit Of The Staircase 80/?
anonymous
May 25 2011, 13:39:57 UTC
...I literally squealed when I got the e-mail that this thread had updated. <3 Totally. Squealed. And this was wonderful and eeee. <3 I'm glad it's being continued. Also, I'm glad that if it had to be on hiatus, it was for a good cause. <3
Part 13-14 (edited), 15-65: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/15769.html?thread=41192345#t41192345
66-76: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/17465.html?thread=52116793#t52116793
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/camps out forever
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*sings campfire song/shot*
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The next week or so was a blur of exams. A lot of people were excited about the coming dance to end the school year out, but Matthew was so-so on it. Truth be told, if Francis hadn't seemed so keen on dragging him along, Matthew would've spent the night reading Neil Gaiman.
Matthew was pretty sure that Wallflower was his middle name. For all those lessons he'd claimed, Francis was dancing in the middle with his friends and with about any girl who'd shake with him. Matthew had slipped in, a little late. He was already looking at the ugly streamers and wishing he was drunker than this. Alfred and Arthur had actually gone to the middle. They'd not hidden their relationship, and oddly, it hadn't affected Alfred's popularity much. He was still the quarterback, and he could still probably pick up the locker and hit someone with it if they ever tried to shove him into one. Besides, trying to argue anything with Alfred was pretty useless, given the fact that his logic took always ended in 'I'm awesome, thus whatever I believe is right, ( ... )
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They didn't stop until they were outside, and the music was just a dull sound of that awful beat which would probably haunt his nightmares-or more likely and less pseudo-hipster dramatic-get stuck in his head all damn week.
They sat out on the stoop. Francis already looked moody and dejected. Matthew figured this probably ruined his whole night-maybe even whole week.
There was a dull streetlight over near the football field. Insects were flying about it, but it was too cold a night for mosquitoes to be out.
"Why would anyone do that?" Francis asked.
"She was trying to do something new, I guess, eh. She could never meet Piaf's version, so she tried something new. It didn't exactly work-"
"-Didn't exactly work? Didn't exactly work? That song was like taking the Mona Lisa and shitting upon it and trying to call it art ( ... )
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Matthew pulled out his iPod and found exactly the playist he wanted.
"Here, maybe this will help."
He fumbled a minute as he had to work to put the earbuds in. But soon, it was Edith Piaf in all her glory. Francis sighed, his relaxation almost as complete as when he'd taken the first drag. He soon rearranged it so they were both listening, just as the day they'd gone thrifting.
"...Matthieu," Francis said. "There's one more thing d'accord?" He nipped at Matthew's ear ( ... )
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It was hard to focus with the way Francis was pumping him. His was to a different rhythm. Faster, with slight, sensual touches which made it hard not to just cream his pants on contact. Really, just the thought of Francis' hands on him made Matthew want to come ( ... )
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