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| Prussia | Dec 15 2010, 04:43 PM Post #961 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia and East Germany were staring at the TV trying to find something to watch. They didn't really know if Russia was going to do anything but they had their guard 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 | Dec 15 2010, 04:45 PM Post #962 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia wandered back into the room and sat between the two, glancing at them. |
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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 15 2010, 04:51 PM Post #963 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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They didn't say anything still on guard and tempted to leave the room. |
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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 15 2010, 05:00 PM Post #964 |
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Ivan Braginski
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"Tell me something. Why did you do that to him? He's part of you both." |
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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 15 2010, 05:01 PM Post #965 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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They shrugged still being pretty quiet because they didn't really want to tell him they were just jealous. |
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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 15 2010, 07:40 PM Post #966 |
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Ivan Braginski
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"Oh, now you guys are quiet." Russia murmured, standing up. He thought for a second and glanced back at them for a second, before shaking his head, sighing as he went to the kitchen. |
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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 15 2010, 07:43 PM Post #967 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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They looked at him and sighed leaning back in the couch. "Maybe we won't get in that much trouble..." mumbled Prussia. "Maybe it was a stupid reason we did it anyway..." mumbled East Germany |
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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 15 2010, 08:10 PM Post #968 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia, being bored, decided to put aphrodisiacs in every thing that the Prussians normally drank. When that was finished, he went back to the living room, staring at them for a minute, before going back to the couch. |
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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 15 2010, 08:12 PM Post #969 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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They couldn't help but tense up again still surfing channels trying to find something interesting to watch. Kaliningrad was trying to get to sleep but for some reason his body was heating up again. I was really hoping it would stop affecting me... ((Prussia splashed a little more than needed on Kaliningrad )) |
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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 15 2010, 08:33 PM Post #970 |
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Ivan Braginski
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DDDD: )) Russia thought for a second, before he started nibbling on East Germany's ear, ghosting his hand over his crotch slowly. |
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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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