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| Prussia | Aug 20 2011, 08:27 PM Post #871 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"Asshole..." he said kicking back at him hating how took advantage of him while he was drunk off his ass. |
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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 | Aug 20 2011, 08:30 PM Post #872 |
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Ivan Braginski
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"Do not 'asshole' me. You kept trying to finger fuck me." |
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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 | Aug 20 2011, 08:34 PM Post #873 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"I should have just shoved my five meters up your ass then." he spat but then groaned from the headache again. |
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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 | Aug 20 2011, 08:44 PM Post #874 |
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Ivan Braginski
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"You will have to look at the youngest of us then, considering he is the asshole everyone is going to fuck now." Russia glared at the empire, rubbing the albino's side. |
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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 | Aug 20 2011, 08:46 PM Post #875 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"I need some painkillers..." he mumbled forgetting about how there was three Russias last night and wished there was only one again. Prussia sat up not caring about the pain in his ass right now, just wanting to get rid of the headache most of all. |
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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 | Aug 20 2011, 09:02 PM Post #876 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia kissed his shoulder lightly before reaching over to the end table. He grabbed a few pills and held them out to the albino.
Edited by Prussia, Aug 20 2011, 09:03 PM.
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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 | Aug 20 2011, 09:05 PM Post #877 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia saw the pills and took them for a second looking at his outfit before he looked at it again. "What?!" he exclaimed not getting why he was in, in, this outfit! Now that he saw it he could feel that it was ridiculously tight and he could bet the back was more revealing than the front. "Where did this come from?" he asked looking at the two Russias that were in 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 | Aug 20 2011, 09:23 PM Post #878 |
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Ivan Braginski
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"You came home in it? Complaining about how tight it was around your dick." |
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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 | Aug 20 2011, 09:26 PM Post #879 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia shot a glare at the Russian Empire and even though he didn't want to get up he did anyway so he could try and get out of the outfit. |
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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 | Aug 20 2011, 09:38 PM Post #880 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russian Empire pulled him back down. "Stop moving." He murmured, kissing his neck. |
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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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