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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 13 2011, 08:47 PM (9,066 Views) | |
| Russia | Jan 13 2011, 08:47 PM Post #1 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia had been gone most of the day at a world meeting. However, when he was going to leave, he saw England trying to get rid of something. It was a very interesting looking box. Naturally, since England was trying to lose the box, it made Russia curious, so he decided to take it off his hands. Pretty much the only warning Russia was given was 'Don't open the box'. It made him curious, but he complied and took the box home, knowing he would have some issues with a certain albino's curiousity. |
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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 | Jan 13 2011, 08:51 PM Post #2 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia was so bored that he actually thought about going to the meeting and making an awesome special appearance. He smirked knowing how much everyone would love to see him back in the meeting. However the plan would always go sour quickly because his bruder was still such a tight ass. The albino looked at the clock seeing it was nearly evening wishing Russia would just get home already. Either the meeting was really long or he got caught up somehow. |
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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 | Jan 13 2011, 10:13 PM Post #3 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia soon got home, carrying the box under his arm as he wandered into the house. "I'm home!" He called as he headed to the kitchen, setting the box on the table once he got in there. He looked in the fridge, trying to figure out what exactly he should make for dinner. |
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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 | Jan 13 2011, 10:18 PM Post #4 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia went toward his voice and looked at him but then noticed the box. He was sure he didn't leave with a box when he left this morning. "Why is there a box?" he asked. |
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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 | Jan 13 2011, 10:28 PM Post #5 |
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Ivan Braginski
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"I got it from England. Just don't open it." Russia said, before looking back at him. "What do you want to eat?" |
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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 | Jan 13 2011, 10:28 PM Post #6 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"I don't care." he shrugged his eyes lingering on the box for a few more seconds. "Why can't we open it?" |
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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 | Jan 13 2011, 10:30 PM Post #7 |
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Ivan Braginski
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"Does steak sound good? And I don't know, just don't open it." |
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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 | Jan 13 2011, 10:33 PM Post #8 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia nodded glaring at him because he wanted to know. |
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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 | Jan 13 2011, 10:36 PM Post #9 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia got the meat out and put it in the microwave to defrost. "What's with the glare?" He asked looking over at 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 | Jan 13 2011, 10:37 PM Post #10 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"I want to know what's in it." he stated. |
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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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