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| Prussia | Dec 6 2010, 06:10 PM Post #301 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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The three Prussia's looked around to find one more bottle of aphrodisiacs and decided to put them in a couple of the Vodka bottles just to make sure he would take them. |
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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 | Dec 6 2010, 06:13 PM Post #302 |
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Ivan Braginski
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DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD: )) Russia sighed lightly and figured that the Prussia's would stop being asses (not likely) so he went and unlocked the door, before going back and climbing into bed. |
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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 | Dec 6 2010, 06:14 PM Post #303 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Third Prussia went to go check up on him actually making sure he had pain medication and brought him the bottle instead of just the pills. "Figured you'd need these." he said walking over. |
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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 | Dec 6 2010, 06:24 PM Post #304 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia looked up at him and smiled a bit. "I'm fine....Thank you though." One out of three Prussia's are also nicer. |
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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 | Dec 6 2010, 06:25 PM Post #305 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"Fine." he said leaving the bottle on the bedside table anyway before he left the room.
Edited by Prussia, Dec 6 2010, 06:25 PM.
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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 | Dec 6 2010, 06:29 PM Post #306 |
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Ivan Braginski
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"Hey!" Russia called after him, sitting up and hissing slightly. |
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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 | Dec 6 2010, 06:31 PM Post #307 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Third Prussia looked back at him just as he was about to walk out of the door. "Ja?" |
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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 | Dec 6 2010, 06:33 PM Post #308 |
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Ivan Braginski
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"Come over here~." Russia tilted his head slightly and smiled at him. He wanted to sleep with something really warm next to 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 | Dec 6 2010, 06:35 PM Post #309 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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He looked at him but decided that this time he could trust him and walked over. "What?" |
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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 | Dec 6 2010, 06:37 PM Post #310 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed his neck lightly. "Sleep with me." He said softly, looking up at him with a small smile. ((*inserts :3 face here* 8D)) |
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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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