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Sooo California was verrrry niceee.  I really enjoyed it--particularly the NICE SO NICE WEATHER OMG THAT WAS EVERY SINGLE DAY.

And now I'm back in NYC.  Feeding a bird sitting on my head some ramen so she doesn't have a heart attack that I'm not sharing.  Normal?  Totally.

I DECIDE AS OF NOW like this very second, I'll prolly headdesk later for doing

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[sazu_uchiha]

Lol, Joh not choosing angst. Good one. Very funny

Ummmmmmm I want some America/Canada, with Canada feeling guilty because they're siblings and America needing it... Rated M? XD

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It's not right, The moral part of his brain screams. The part that England raised. The man who took him from his first papa and vehemently tried to stomp out his papa's fairy tales where l'amour concurred all and the lovers lived happily ever after.

It's right as rain, Protests the other. The part that loves his brother, his twin, the one person Matthew feels he knows as well as himself. The one person who can never really forget him, because they're a part of each other, and it just wouldn't be right for them to be with anyone else.

The internal argument continues loudly in his head and the thoughts streak so fast through his head it's dizzying, yet they're not quite loud enough to drown out the sounds of America's pants and moans muffled in the crook of his neck as he buries his face in his twin brother's hair and breathes in his scent.

Because Mattie smells something like cold winter sunshine and forests and sweat and something completely and utterly Matthew, and Alfred just keeps on breathing in that scent because God,

[melodiouschemer]

Oh screw you, I'm so tempted to just write "he sighed." XDDD

This really was his own bloody fault, Arthur had to admit to himself, trying not to feel too ridiculous in his current state.

Though that was really rather difficult to do, because what the bloody hell is more ridiculous than Captain Kirkland, fearless sailor of the seven seas, buccaneer extraordinaire, being sprawled out naked and handcuffed to his own bed and perched upon by a devilishly smirking, equally naked, and again, ridiculously young Francis, or really, at the age he looks to be, Gaul.

"You know, zis really is your own fault, Britannia," this little Gaul drawls as he flicks his long hair back, as if reading the older (well, currently older) Nation's thoughts, his accent thicker with his younger tongue less accustomed to the English language than he will become in future years. "You should not 'ave been playing wiz les livres of old magicks, n'est pas

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Alfred isn't used to waking up to the smell of breakfast. He isn't used to having his home constantly spic and span. He also isn't used to company, to tell you the truth. Guests, sure. But guests come and go.

Toris came, and Toris stayed.

And Alfred honestly couldn't remember enjoying someone's company so much.

Sure, he liked hanging around Iggy--he'd always loved it when Arthur came to visit him when he was a colony... but since his independence, it had never been the same. But Arthur would always have to leave to go back to London, leaving Alfred behind, teary and lonelier than before his guardian had come

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TOMATO MATO MATO TOMATO MATO PAREEEEDO~ ♥

Hey hun, you wouldn't wanna like... Write me something with our favorite Aussie, would you? ;> Not even a pairing, just... Him ah haha. Or Australia/New Zealand sibling fluff. Something Aussie-centric and wonderful, yeah? ♥