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| Russia | Sep 22 2011, 04:38 PM Post #4241 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia woke up the next morning and kissed the Prussian's jaw gently before he carefully moved out of his arms. He really wanted to let him sleep in. He smiled and headed to the kitchen, feeling kind of hungry. |
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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 | Sep 22 2011, 04:56 PM Post #4242 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia stayed asleep too curling up a little since what he was holding onto left the bed. |
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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 | Sep 22 2011, 05:42 PM Post #4243 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia began working on trying to make breakfast, using a recipie book to help guide 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 | Sep 22 2011, 06:26 PM Post #4244 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia turned over in his sleep feeling his body trying to wake up. |
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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 | Sep 22 2011, 06:37 PM Post #4245 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia had a bit of difficulty, but he refused to give up. He wanted to make something special for the albino to thank him for everything. When he finally finished, he headed upstairs with a tray. He had made pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. He set the tray down and went to go get the fruit juice that he had poured into a pitcher, along with two glasses. When he got everything ready, he sat on the bed, smiling widely. He didn't really notice that he had spots of flour on his face and in his hair. |
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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 | Sep 22 2011, 06:51 PM Post #4246 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia was already being woken up by the smell of the food and opened his eyes when he felt someone sitting on the bed beside him. He looked up and saw Russia with...was that flour? The albino yawned as he saw up and wiped at the white powder substance on Russia's face, yep flour. "How did you get flour on your face and your hair?" |
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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 | Sep 22 2011, 07:02 PM Post #4247 |
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Ivan Braginski
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"Good morning~." Ivan smiled at him, but blinked in surprise when Gilbert wiped the flour off. "Ah...Well...I made you breakfast..." He said softly, before turning to point at at tray of food on the end table. |
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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 | Sep 22 2011, 07:21 PM Post #4248 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia blinked looking back at the tray and smiled seeing pancakes before turning back. "I think this is the messiest I've seen you after cooking." he stated before grazing his lips across Russia's. |
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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 | Sep 22 2011, 07:26 PM Post #4249 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia smiled and gently kissed him back before he pulled away. "Well, I had a few difficulties, but I was soon able to get everything right..." |
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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 | Sep 22 2011, 07:27 PM Post #4250 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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He must not remember cooking either? Or maybe just cooking what I like. Prussia found it kind of cute at how he tried, especially by the way he smiled so widely at saying that he felt good about what he cooked. He picked up the tray and took a bite smiling. "Ja it is gut." |
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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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