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| Prussia | Feb 21 2011, 11:37 PM Post #2291 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia cursed finally getting over the random feeling of guilt and went back to somewhat angrily clicking through television channels. |
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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, 11:54 PM Post #2292 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia got dressed, although he didn't see the point. He kind of wanted to give up. Gilbert resented him and would kept yelling, he couldn't speak no matter how hard he tried and he wasn't sure if he would ever speak again.
Edited by Prussia, Feb 22 2011, 12:00 AM.
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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 22 2011, 12:01 AM Post #2293 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia couldn't stand it and went into the room again hoping that Russia wasn't in the closet. He wanted to apologize because he didn't mean to seem like he was being mean but everytime he tried to be nice it only seemed to be mean. |
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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 22 2011, 12:06 AM Post #2294 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia vaguely heard his footsteps and bit his lip, closing his eyes. |
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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 22 2011, 12:10 AM Post #2295 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia walked in seeing that Russia was out of the closet and bit his lip. "I...I'm sorry..." he mumbled still believing somewhat that he shouldn't be the one apologizing. |
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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 22 2011, 12:17 AM Post #2296 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia looked over at him and hesitantly moved closer. He made a heart with his hands and kissed his forehead lightly. |
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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 22 2011, 12:19 AM Post #2297 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"I love you too." he said smiling a little and kissed him on the lips. "I know I should be used to you being stubborn but..." Prussia started, "I'm sorry." |
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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 22 2011, 12:23 AM Post #2298 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia kissed him back and smiled a bit before he pulled away, kissing his cheek. He thought for a second and made hand signals, trying to show that he needed paper and pencils, or just about anything he could use to write. |
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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 22 2011, 12:24 AM Post #2299 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia tilted his at first but then quickly left the room to go to his study and grab a pen, clipboard, and lots of paper. |
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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 22 2011, 12:29 AM Post #2300 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia sat on the bed, stretching a little as he tilted his head. |
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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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