MEME STEALING TIME

[melissa_42]

Choose a verse of the song (one or two or four lines, whatever makes sense), gimme a Latin Hetalia character or a pairing and I'll write you something.

Also, if I know you from Tumblr but not here, friend me!

Falling Away With You - Muse

I can't remember when it was good
Moments of happiness elude
Maybe I just misunderstood

All of the love we left behind

Comments

[berseker]

So I'll love whatever you become
And forget the reckless things we've done

BR/ARG. The boys or the girls ♥

[melissa_42]

Portugal was a bitter old man living in the past, but Luciana wanted no part of that mentality. Oh, sure she could run her regrets into the ground, the should-haves, would-haves, and could-haves, until she was gasping for breath in a sea of contrition, but she did not revel in it. She looked to the future. She looked to hope and opportunity, to growth and change. When Portugal asked how she could forget all about the past, all about the heartache and the conflict, she laughed and told him that he just didn't get it. He raised an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes

[berseker]

THIS WAS GORGEOUS.

The first part was so beautiful and perfect, and it shows exactly how her soul works and how precious she is &hearts (what, she is). And it's so beautiful and touching. And aaaaaw she's playing with Tina's hair. And it's all so perfect. And then Portugal. I'M MELTING.

I loved this <3<3<3

[ilye_aru]

Staying awake to chase a dream
Tasting the air you're breathing in
I know I won't forget a thing

PECHI BECAUSE I'M A VERY CREATIVE PERSON.

[melissa_42]

Miguel is only silent when he sleeps

[ilye_aru]

I'M SORRY I DISAPPEARED FOR SO LONG SAKJHSAJHB THIS IS PERFECT AND I'M IN LOVE WITH IT.

They are adorable and Miguel is so cute and awww MANUEL YOU SO SILLY.

[onionnekoryuu]

"All of the love we left behind
Watching the flash backs intertwine
Memories I will never find"
YES. ANGSTY BRAPAR- caus I already asked for ParaUru ;A;!!!

[melissa_42]

They sit shoulder to shoulder on a bench in the Plaza across from the National Pantheon of Heroes, lapping at their quickly melting ice cream as they watch a pair of elderly pilgrims make their way up the steps with as much solemnity as they can muster tottering on frail limbs. The sun is intense, burning in Luciano's hair and drawing beads of sweat along his brow and on the back of his neck. Daniel smiles at him from behind his ice cream, his cheeks and forehead reddened from the heat. In the back of his mind, Luciano feels slightly guilty sitting in this specific spot, doing something so innocuous as eating ice cream in front of a memorial to a people he nearly helped destroyed, and that's...it makes him wonder how obvious it is. Daniel waves at a young girl who is chasing scavenging birds across the plaza, nearly losing his ice cream in the process. He licks the drops running down his forearm and grins at Luciano, who tries to grin back without feeling so...so out of place. Like he doesn't deserve to be here

[onionnekoryuu]

kjdfsgnsdfghdklhnjsfhkdfjghksfg
I already told you how I felt towards this fic ;A;!!
IT was so beautiful, so natural and so perfect *loves you forever*
THANK YOU VERY MUCH I LOVED IT ;A;

[aluha]

I'll feel my soul crumbling away
And falling away
Falling away with you

Br/Arg ^_^

[melissa_42]

With all their history, Martín feels like he probably shouldn't do this, like he should stand strong on principle even though they're technically allies now. That he probably shouldn't feel like he's crumbling, like Luciano's persistence and, God, Luciano hasn't really done anything besides be incredibly annoying, but he's still eroding Martín's resolve piece by piece.

And this should not be happening because it's Brazil for Christ's sake; it's Luciano. How do the two most powerful countries on the southern half of the continent interact without tearing each other apart? Martín still feels like he's walking blind into the bear cave, but at least he's getting the hang of it now since that first meeting. Well not the first first one, but the first one since...well. That was in the past

[melissa_42]

Luciano radiates warmth, even when he's shivering and complaining about the heat in Martín's house in the middle of winter, so it's more out of practicality than anything else that Martín let's him curl up against him, but only when no one else is around. It's fine like that because he can still kick Luciano out for drooling on him in his sleep, and he should do just that, but he doesn't, so Luciano takes this as permission to completely disrespect Martín's personal space. At first it's just kisses on the cheek, which are nothing really, but then it's his temples and his shoulders and the top of his head when Luciano is leaning against him on the couch. Then Luciano thinks that it's alright to hold his hand under the table at meetings and rub his feet against his calf. Still, while Luciano's lips and fingertips might burn his skin, they don't herald the end of the world, so Martín doesn't make a big deal out of it. He tells himself that he's still in control

[aluha]

Ahaa I knew I wasn't crazy! Cuz I read this version of your fic by my email, and then I read it at tumblr and thought I had missed a part hohohoh

But, anyway, everything's just so sweet! I love when Martin tries to hide his love & passion <33

And this last line "maybe if he keeps it on his terms, he won't fall too far" made me go all awwww <33 It's simple and straight and lovely, cuz he's totally trying and failing to control himself.

And, about the extra part you wrote at your tumblr, I was amazed to see how he never admits what's going on. I mean, he starts thinking about how they got to hold hands and sleep together, but you only mentioned the kiss at the end. For me, it made Martin look like he was even more "falling away" <3

[oreo_ornament]

I can't remember when it was good
Moments of happiness elude
Maybe I just misunderstood

Hm...challenge! ArgUru. :D

[melissa_42]

The smoke curled in lazy swirls from Martín's cigarette, tangling in the air and tickling the ceiling. He tapped the ashes off the tip into a small, white saucer, dusting grey and black specks across the counter when he didn't make it in time. With one hand he swiped the mess onto the floor before returning to read the paper laid out before him. There was something about a political scandal in some European country on the front page, nothing surprising really, and besides, Martín would get to hear about it first hand in a week or so, so he flipped past to the sports section to see what the Uruguayan commentators had to say about the game they had lost against Argentina

SCREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM

[oreo_ornament]

HUSH, CHILD, OR YOU'LL MISS THE UST

[melissa_42]