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behind every idiot there is a village (cited)

Yes, I stumbled in my big mistake for the umpteenth time. But the tables are too pucciose and do not resist, damn!

So okay, I will never cease, but that's okay u_u
fandom is Hetalia This time, I chose to claim the character of Gilbert, which is annoying me XD Oh well
Because we are worth u_u
rereads * all * Well, I suppose I should go to sleep. I'm tired mooooooolto EAR
forgot: the table is the community diecielode , grace them u_u

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Claim: [APH] Prussia - Gilbert Beilschmidt

# 01 - Rainy days
# 02 - Hail
# 03 - Winter
# 04 - Fog
# 05 - Snow
# 06 - # 07 North
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# 08 - Rain
# 09 - # 10 Storm
- Humidity

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LE PETIT PRINCE (6 /?)

I'm too busy to comment on anything.
Yes, the holidays I get lazy> - \u0026lt;"

-Title: Le Petit Prince
-Fandom: Axis Power Hetalia
-Characters: France (Francis Bonnefoy), OC! Paris (Mirabelle Bonnefoy), Allies, Axis power, Germany (Ludwig Beilschmidt), Prussia (Gilbert Beilschmidt), South Italy (Romano 'Lovin' Vargas) a bit 'all-Xth
Author: Micca \u0026lt;3-
Rating: Yellow
-Genre: General, as the topics covered range Xth
-Warnings: Drabble , Flashfic ECR Shonen-ai till you drop, Lemon (?), Lime, Slices of Life, eppoibasta :
D-Note: So, umh, that mean? ° __ recontacted at this point .. boh * o_o not think of anything * No, seriously, are in a condition that prevents me from thinking Xth
only: the next two drabble I'll enjoy a lot, to write A * *
Anyway, I thank all those who follow and comment on this collection, really, I did not think would interest to someone * gives cookies * \u0026lt;3

SCENE SIX: BURNS
~ 1037: Some districts of the city are devastated by fire.
Characters: France (Francis Bonnefoy), OC! Paris (Mirabelle Bonnefoy)
Word Count: 100


France is sleeping in her beautiful four-poster bed, when the door opens silently and Paris wakes him up, shaking.
His little face was streaked with tears, large turquoise eyes look at him frightened. Ripples just the lips, then burst into tears. "France, it hurts! Look ... "and, sniffling, his right sleeve rolled up, showing for the arm completely burned.
Francis opens his eyes, examining the wound. "What have you done?" Asks in alarm.
'It was with the candle wax, "she sobs.
not even expect that France meets, with a blast off the candle and nestles close under the silk sheets.


Clarifications uwù
In 1037 a fire devastated some neighborhoods in Paris. I mean, I can not say more because Wikipedia is held very vague XD Ah, the fact of the "candle wax" is because, according to my reasoning (too) twisted at that time most of the fires came just from the candles or lamps oil.

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[APH] Blow Out Loud

Title: Blow Out Loud
Fandom: Axis Power Hetalia
Characters: Germany (Ludwig Beilschmidt), Fem! Prussia (Maria Beilschmidt), Feliciano Vargas (Venice Italy)
Genre: General, War, melancholy
Rating:
14 + Warnings: Genderbend! \u0026lt;3, possible OOC,
One-shot Word Count: 654
Notes: I'm not a person who likes to make notes in kilometers, so try to be clear and concise, going for points. u_u
1) All this happens in a lovely historic period or the days following the September 8, 1943, in which Italy signed an armistice with America and England.
Here is explained the matter (praise be to Wiki \u0026lt;3), here we trust (?) Corriere della Sera that gives us the news
u_u Oh, yes, Italy has betrayed Germany. Joy!
Ah, for the record: yes, this is my revenge on Venetian xD
2) Maria Beilschmidt fanon is the name that gives the female version of Prussia. It is common on the web, as well as the status accorded it.
could, yes, it might seem a little OOC (just a bit ', eh!) But who cares, she is so u_u
fig 3) Go to theme setting! Half people will already stopped reading the notes, Oh well XD
The fanfiction is set in 1943, when, in Germany, there were the bombings at any time of day. The people (and therefore Ludwig) is not doing very well, as you can imagine, the city was virtually destroyed.
For this particular reason I decided to make all the dark tones that you will find XD is not a "stereotype of the pain of love," only a historical reference.
4) Join the challenge 10disneyfic with the prompt: Monster - Here is the table \u0026lt;3
5) Participate in fanonfest Fanworld with the prompt: Feliciano Vargas - Italy Venice / Ludwig - Germany, Treason
6) The title has nothing to do with the shot XD It 's just the verse of a song I was listening to while writing X ° For those interested, is "no Uragiri Yuuyake" Theatre of the Book. No, not even the song hits the shot. \u0026lt;3
7) Prum Powa u_____ù (We understand, this note will remain unchanged over the centuries .___.)

BLOW OUT LOUD

It was raining hard at that September morning, while Germany was sitting cross-legged in the backyard Beilschmidt, once lush and almost enviable, so beautiful were the red roses that grew there.
Maria watched him quietly from behind the curtains of the kitchen, allowing escape from time to time, some disconsolate sigh of compassion.
She had understood everything from the first moment in which his brother had come home with that Italian rabbit caught somewhere sooner or later Feliciano would have run away with his tail between his legs as he had arrived.
Who knows why, though, as she saw in Italy just another nuisance to Ludwig Veneziano was important.
Never, in over a hundred years spent in the company of the baby, Mary was able to get a spontaneous hug of affection or other similar physical contact.
Well, not that she had never cared to tell the truth.
With that damn rabbit, however, a kiss on the cheek before going to sleep was a must, as they were a must a thousand kisses and hugs were exchanged during the day.
Here, Maria thought, looking at the profile of his elder brother in the rain, see where you did end up, that rabbit. He had betrayed
without too much trouble, that useless Italy.
The day before was in the house all happy with that stupid smile on his face, jumping on him to Germany as a wife makes her husband back after years of military service outside the home.
revolting.
For little Mary had vomited on the plate of breakfast, so was the honey that dripped the words of Italian.
"Doitsu, Doitsu! I love you, Doitsu! We're friends, right? Doitsu "
Friends! Ah! Yes, just friends that the day after England Veneziano wagged its tail like a puppy left behind in search of pampering.
The door opened, creaking as usual, by diverting his thoughts from Mary.
Quick, grabbed a towel, handing it to his younger brother along with a cup of hot coffee.
"May I ask what are you going to do out there?," Chided him, closing the door behind him. "I was worried, damn it!"
Germany sighed, turning a sister a look of anguish charge. He took the coffee, holding his hands trembling and cold, and dropped on the first empty chair in the small kitchen just after the entrance.
With regret, Mary put her towel over her shoulders, stroking his brother's wet hair with his fingers covered by thin leather gloves.
not open his mouth, was limited only to follow the contour of Ludwig, closing his eyes for a moment, crimson. Those features that are hard and rigid ... could conceal a really good temperament and shrewd as his brother what he had against the Venetian?
opened her lips to console the brother of his sentences with a routine, but then an idea flashed through the mind: Italy was a traitor, now would have tasted his own medicine.
smug grin of his own wickedness, Mary approached Ludwig, put their hands on his shoulders and bending her head towards her.
"Italy has hurt you, true?" He hissed, letting out a chuckle of satisfaction at the thought of his sadistic revenge on the small and fragile Ita-chan. "I called a monster, West, you should make them pay."
Germany shuddered, for Mary was not an invitation to continue.
"You should let him know that you can not betray Germany, you can not betray you . "
And when Ludwig was turned away from her sister to return to sit in the rain, the evil smile spread that Mary explaining his lips.
He returned to his post behind the curtain of the kitchen, patting his pet chick.
"Magnificent, magnificent." Laughed, fiddling with bits of silver curls. "Gilbert will be happy! We have an enemy anymore. Provided that we can define such a simpleton, indeed! "
His laughter died out, recalling his older brother, how could he pledged to defend from Russia. That damned communist would
soon gone the way of Italy, here.
Sighing, he settled the uniform of Mary Gilbert, at least two sizes too big. Sniffed, grabbing a cup of Ludwig.
Damn, had left him not one bit '.

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[APH] This is not the end

Title: This is not the end
Fandom: Axis Power Hetalia
Characters: Alfred F. Jones (America) / Kiku Honda (Japan)
Genre: Angst , Melancholy, General (?)
Rating: 14 + / Yellow (if we are going to color XD)
Warnings: OOC Yes'. Kill me.
Word Count: 484
Notes: I'm not a person who likes to make notes in kilometers, so try to be clear and concise, going for points. u_u
1) This shot is set August 6, 1945, the day Hiroshima was bombed. For those wishing to find out, here it says all (but maybe not.)
While we're on, the Hibakusha referred to in the shot are the survivors in the bombardment. (Hibakusha in Japanese means "person exposed to the bomb")
2) Yes, I have sinned by OOC. Yes, I sucks. Yes, you can kill / torture / beating me. I have no excuses, just so I could see America in this particular situation, I saw that.
I preferred to portray a person as a pseudo-evil (we're always talking about America, you can not define evil.) An idiot who eats burgers all day. Also because, in my twisted reasoning fangirl, if one dropped a nuclear bomb on your house because he does not have offered a hamburger, but because there is a plan and reasoning behind u_u
3 ) is not Hinomaru a person, but the red disc at the center of the Japanese flag. Letteralmente significa "disco solare", e sta a raffigurare, appunto, il sole.
4) The title sucks, I know, but since titles do not have much fantasy, and flesh u__u
5) Participate in fanonfest Fanworld with the prompt: Alfred F. Jones - America / Kiku Honda - Japan, Atomic Bomb
6) Prum Powa u_____ù

This is not the end

Hiroshima, 15:34
Silence, no sound disturb the repose of Hiroshima.
flames, slow and relentless, voracious devouring what remains of the city. Buildings and condominiums devoured by the black cloud that morning, now we can only pick up the pieces.
Japan observes the road, set aside one of the few walls still standing. A few hours earlier, on quell'asfalto, there was a child playing with a ball.
The ball is still there, slumped near his feet. Baby there's no trace, has disappeared along with the roar of the bomb.
The desolation reigns on Hiroshima, a city that has remained without inhabitants, without homes, without anything. Japan
crying, collapsing to the ground, the arm broken, a flap of skin hanging from his forehead, coal-black hair plastered to her cheeks wet with sweat and blood.
Unable to think, only to rally against that concrete wall, staring into space with wide eyes. Tremble, Japan, facing the expanse of dust. Lens tears streaming down his face, mixed with red blood running down their cheeks. Meanwhile
Hiroshima burns together with the people that once inhabited it.
Even the flames seem to mourn the city, shaking the debris in the warm embrace of death.
Away from the funeral, sitting on what once must have been the foundation of a house, America laughs.
With fire in Hiroshima lights a cigarette, letting the scent of a narcotic nicotine completely surround it.
smiles to the pain of Japan, but it comes close.
not disdain, he feels, not even fear or shame. We simply do not want to go to him. Like a ghost
merely points out, smiling, the first hibakusha leaving the city.
Japan sees him, but does not have the strength to stand up and meet him. This is the end, it is said, by tapping with your fingertips the immaculate uniform who had once flaunted in front of all other nations.
With dark eyes fixed on America, Japan cries, even though he knows not to have to, not in his presence, at least.
Sensing that dark gaze on himself, the blonde gets out a sigh, standing up. One last shot that fills the nostrils of nicotine and throws the cigarette on the ground. It
system jacket, ready to leave Hiroshima.
Before doing so, however, he turns to Japan and, greeting him with a nod, he murmured, "Good luck, my friend. This is not the end, it is only the beginning. "
For a few seconds you hear only the steps that the nation moves away, disappearing behind the clouds of smoke and dust raised his leather shoes.
Silence returns to reign on Hiroshima, the city became ash, while America returns from his deployment, pleased "to have shortened the war."
Prisoner of silence, Japan closes his eyes, falling asleep in the shelter of that last wall still standing.
not know why, but a strange idea has taken possession of him, no matter how much he must suffer, sooner or later Hinomaru also will shine again on Hiroshima.

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Dragonfly Diary (7 / 7)

Title: Dragonfly Diary
Author: cuddlymicch
Fandom: Original
Character / Couple: Lueur d'Espoir / Hans Heidenreich
Rating: PG13
Prompt: " I cried for you on the kitchen floor "
Word Count : 582
Notes: / /
Disclaimer: The main story where the characters are drawn was completely invented by me. Were not used characters / locations / events that are not the result of my collective imagination, except for the historical background to which I was inspired.
Table: Here


Berlin, July 18, 1943
It's your birthday. How old do you do? Essertene seems almost forgotten. Twenty-two, I think.
And to think that when you arrived in Berlin I had only nineteen! You were still a child.
Use the last page of my notebook, to write what my heart (because you can understand what you looking at my face), but to give this day a yellow card on the old coffee-stained notebook. There are all
this morning. John went out to buy something while you were asleep again to celebrate (it managed to sell his gold watch for a bottle of champagne!), while Gabriel has bent all the pages of that newspaper was able to find, making hats. Timothy's has been the master, these days, is now even better than him!
About Timothy! Today is going to take the refuge of Mary Berger, seems to be here with us for a while '.
After celebrating with champagne, while everyone was still trying to tell of past adventures, you smiled at me, getting up on their feet. You gave me a kiss on the forehead, taking her hands, and you ran upstairs.
I followed you without delay, crossing the rickety spiral staircase, to the first apartment on the third floor ... ours.
lived here before the war and, believe it or not, is still around as we left the shelter before moving.
A narrow corridor, left the bathroom, the bedroom where we slept together where we made love, the old mirror, the room of Timothy and Gabriel, with that old bunk bed of rusty iron everything.
And then, behind the shelf, the kitchen with round table covered by red checkered tablecloth, dusty. The vase of red carnations on the ground, smashed, flowers are rotting.
You were there, standing on the balcony, covered all the tents torn. You looked at me with those hazel eyes full of your sadness behind your thin profile in the rubble of what once was a small district of Berlin.
I think our condo is the only one still standing, you know?
"When the war is over we will return to live here, right?"
Those words, uttered in the sweetness that only you can put in the melancholy of your voice, they made me fall on my knees on the tiles with white and yellow.
As a child I collapsed to the ground, covering his face with his gloved hands. And for the first time I cried. I cried for you on the kitchen floor , I cried for the girl who smiles and extends his hand to me as a murderess.
I promise you, my love, one day soon we will return to live in that apartment too small for our family. We are not just you and me, there are John, Timothy, little Gabriel, Ivan could even ...

"Hans, we are ready!"
The soldier raises his head from his desk, looking up the door, where his wife's smiling, waving his hand.
He gets up, puts down the pen and closed the notebook with an elastic skin.
"I'm coming!"
comes out in the garden, in the light of sun, which finally is back to shine. The neighborhood was destroyed by bombs, but the lawn of the park outside the home is so determined to stay green. After all, green is the color of hope, no?
Hans smiles, puts down the notebook to the ground.
"One, two, three!"
The notebook and the soldier looks at burning go away.
"Ah," makes the girl taking the hand of her husband. "What were you writing?"
He smiles at her, watching the flames reflected in her hazel eyes. Sigh. "Nothing important, the same old thing."

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-Title: Beauty and the Beast
-Table: Here
-Fandom: Axis Power Hetalia
-Prompt: 003. Cup-
Characters: Germany (Ludwig Beilschmidt), Fem! Prussia (Maria Beilschmidt), Prussia (Gilbert Beilschmidt).
-Author: cuddlymicch
-Rating: Yellow
-Genre: Sentimental, Drama, Introspective (when I like that word * A * ")
-Warnings: Shonen-ai, One-shot collection, OOC (I would not do it, but you never know >.\u0026lt;"), Drabble
-Note: The character of Mary is none other than the genderbend of Prussia, do not ask me why they call it, is the name most used Internet .-.
Frankly I liked most Gilberta u_u It made the most awesome idea.
However, I fell in love the couple Germany / Fem! Prussia some time ago, reading some fanfiction on Fanfiction.net, so here I am * V *
Happy reading \u0026lt;3
EDIT: * A * this time are 100 exact words \u0026lt;3


Mary is sitting in front of a ceramic cup, would like to peek at the design of the tea leaves, but not has the courage.
The cup is empty, overturned on its white saucer.
After a few minutes of hesitation, Mary explodes, grab the service determined by the study and the figure is in front.
"A crown? Ohi, Ludwig, what the hell does that mean?! "
Germany approaches, curious, brushes her hands and says," It means you're fascinating. "She burst into
laughing, throwing the cup on the ground. "What bullshit! It was well known, not! But see if you have to drink the lousy one for me to say 'ste shit! "

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Dragonfly Diary (6 / 7)

Title: Dragonfly Diary
Author: cuddlymicch
Fandom :
Original Character / Couple: Lueur d'Espoir / Hans Heidenreich
Rating: PG13
Prompt: "At five o'clock in the afternoon "
Word Count: 502 Warnings
: / /
Disclaimer: The main story where the characters are drawn was completely invented by me. Were not used characters / locations / events that are not the result of my collective imagination, except for the historical background to which I was inspired.
Table: Here


Berlin, July 17, 1943
Every day at five in the afternoon , you take a good half-hour break and bevevi your cup of black tea. It did not matter if you were with me in the middle of a meeting, if you were working or had to accomplish your tasks: first all that was sweet drink reddish.
Here, it was as if we shared quell'irrefrenabile need caffeine every two hours I pretended that I was served a cup of coffee, tea you will be satisfied.
Now that I think, was right on the five o'clock tea, we met the first time.
Timothy had complained throughout the journey, from the polygon to the barracks, would have wished for a good Italian coffee.
From that afternoon, when I assumed as a waitress, not ever you stopped to amaze me. The fights with the other soldiers, your attempts to cook breakfast, the Christmas tree that I have prepared in the office, I remember everything.
I was getting ready, before opening the door to the room they occupied every day, every sort of surprise attack, and every time I Timothy jumped on him with a bucket of water (or worse, snow), despite the reproaches in my heart I was happy to live close to your carelessness.
Never a word about the war is out of your mouth, you never let your hopes were destroyed by Russian tanks. I admire you for that.
When I was a child my father fought for Germany and, whenever he came home, there was a cockade on his uniform more. Those rosettes, however, did not have prevented from dying on the front.
When I was a soldier, my older brother was a convinced Nazi, went and returned from Berlin sporting the swastika on the uniform and the people who are perceived by him to hit bottom. That swastika, as in the case of my father, he was unable to find death in an alley when someone decided to take revenge for his misdeeds.
Now when I look in the mirror, I see only what these two men have left in this world: a boy had to grow up too fast, forced to believe in the ideals that were not his.
I wonder why, when Timothy was convinced to move with me to Berlin, I was sure that enrollment and reaching the rank My father would be able to be happy.
I've never come to that charge, but only now I realize he never needed it.
friendship with Ivan, John, that fool of Timothy, your love, not only steps to reach my goal, is something precious that jealously guards at heart.
I think I wanted to get rid of it, sometimes. Luckily no angel had the patience to listen to on those rare nights I look out the window to pray.
With this notebook I can still write a lot, unfortunately missing a few pages at the end.
when I started writing I had just turned twenty, was the birthday of the old Mary.
Who knows how he is, that good lady.

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THE LITTLE PRINCE (5 /?)

Good evening! They are in high spirits to be successful in my new year resolutions today, then okay, we publish another drabble Le Petit Prince de , go XD
holy God, I'm writing like crazy these days ! What was the school, those who block my inspiration? ___
Evil ...* runs *

-Title: Le Petit Prince
-Fandom: Axis Power Hetalia
-Characters: France (Francis Bonnefoy), OC! Paris (Mirabelle Bonnefoy), Allies, Axis power, Germany (Ludwig Beilschmidt), Prussia (Gilbert Beilschmidt), South Italy (Romano 'Lovin' Vargas), a bit 'all-Xth
Author: Micca \u0026lt;3
-Rating: Yellow
-Genre: General, as the topics covered range Xth
-Warnings: Drabble , Flashfic, Reports, Shonen-ai till you drop, Lemon (?), Lime , Slices of Life, eppoibasta :
D-Note: Good penultimate drabble before the end of the Frankish kingdom wikipedia u__ù And blessed me by these information, even if I just change the page completely different from the dates (or outcome of the battle completely altered .__.)

SCENE FIVE: GROWTH
~ 1021: While the city continues to grow (both physically and culturally), the first groups of students arrive in Paris.
Characters: France (Francis Bonnefoy), OC! Paris (Mirabelle Bonnefoy)
Word Count: 100


The library is huge, Saint Germain, in Paris there is no greater joy than to spend the afternoon china on those scruffy volumes.
France looks ecstatic, sitting beside her. How many years have passed? Very few, but Paris has already changed: his childhood innocence has not kept track, except for the angelic face that still persists in store. E 'changed and he has not even been able to see it grow.
"Is everything okay?" Asks prying eyes by moving the tip of your shoes when Paris looks up from his book.
She smiles and hugs him. "Certainly."
And France has a sinking heart.


Clarifications uwù
1021, the first groups of students come to Paris and study under the leadership of the archdeacon. The fact that France "has not been able to see grow," Paris is a reference to the fact that the last Carolingian period, Paris had been neglected, since the capital was moved elsewhere. When the power came back to Paris, the city had continued to grow, thriving and extending culturally. Finally, Saint Germain is the area that was called "University" students. This was the core of the city, where they established schools, libraries and abbeys.

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