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| Prussia | Feb 20 2011, 11:36 PM Post #2211 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia got to the phone and called up the emergency room at the hospital to talk about what could be wrong. What he didn't want to hear was because of the head injury Russia had received, it was making him unable to speak so he would have to come in as soon as possible. He hung up the phone and walked back to the room hoping Russia hadn't fallen asleep. |
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"It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before Come feed the rain... 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust Yeah, feed the rain 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust" | |
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| Russia | Feb 21 2011, 12:06 AM Post #2212 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia was already in a light sleep as it now would take a little bit longer for him to fall asleep entirely. He sighed lightly and curled up a little more, wishing that there was more warmth. |
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"Metropolis, Has nothing on this You're breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss Take my hand Come back to the land Where everything's ours For a few hours Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me hear you, Make decisions Without your television Let me hear you speaking Just for me" | |
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| Prussia | Feb 21 2011, 12:30 AM Post #2213 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"Russia, we need to go to the hospital." |
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"It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before Come feed the rain... 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust Yeah, feed the rain 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust" | |
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| Russia | Feb 21 2011, 12:51 AM Post #2214 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia stirred and shook his head, wrapping the sheets more around him. |
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"Metropolis, Has nothing on this You're breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss Take my hand Come back to the land Where everything's ours For a few hours Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me hear you, Make decisions Without your television Let me hear you speaking Just for me" | |
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| Prussia | Feb 21 2011, 08:07 AM Post #2215 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"Yes we do." stressed Prussia. "You can't talk because of how badly you hurt your head on the headboard, you need to go to the hospital." |
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"It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before Come feed the rain... 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust Yeah, feed the rain 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust" | |
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| Russia | Feb 21 2011, 10:52 AM Post #2216 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia's eyes shot open and he sat up, wincing before he looked over at the albino in disbelief. He bit his lip and looked away before he went back under the safety of the covers. |
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"Metropolis, Has nothing on this You're breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss Take my hand Come back to the land Where everything's ours For a few hours Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me hear you, Make decisions Without your television Let me hear you speaking Just for me" | |
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| Prussia | Feb 21 2011, 10:59 AM Post #2217 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia's eye twitched, "Come on you need to go to the hospital!" |
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"It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before Come feed the rain... 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust Yeah, feed the rain 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust" | |
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| Russia | Feb 21 2011, 11:05 AM Post #2218 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia sighed a bit and began tangling himself in the bedding. |
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"Metropolis, Has nothing on this You're breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss Take my hand Come back to the land Where everything's ours For a few hours Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me hear you, Make decisions Without your television Let me hear you speaking Just for me" | |
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| Prussia | Feb 21 2011, 11:06 AM Post #2219 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"Why don't you want to go to the hospital?!" he snapped a little. |
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"It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before Come feed the rain... 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust Yeah, feed the rain 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust" | |
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| Russia | Feb 21 2011, 11:17 AM Post #2220 |
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Ivan Braginski
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*almost had him say something*)) Russia just stayed still, even keeping his breathing light. |
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"Metropolis, Has nothing on this You're breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss Take my hand Come back to the land Where everything's ours For a few hours Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me hear you, Make decisions Without your television Let me hear you speaking Just for me" | |
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