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2P!Feli and Gilbert and Were!Tino....O_O
2p!Feliciano: Ciao Prussia....
Gilbert Fuckin Beilschmidt: FELI~
2p!Feliciano: *looks up* Si....?
Gilbert Fuckin Beilschmidt: Hi =w=
2p!Feliciano: *facepalm* .....Ciao....
Gilbert Fuckin Beilschmidt: -picks Feli up and carries him to the park- =w=
Gilbert Fuckin Beilschmidt: TO THE PARK OF AWESOME
Were!Tino: Hell Feli and France!~
Gilbert Fuckin Beilschmidt: OKAY FELI....we can make-out now =w=
2p!Feliciano: o////o 22:20
Gilbert Fuckin Beilschmidt: Oh you know you want too =w=
Were!Tino: I'll make out with you!~
Gilbert Fuckin Beilschmidt: -grabs Felis hand- COME OOON
Gilbert Fuckin Beilschmidt: WAIT WUT TINO??
Were!Tino: I said I'll make out with you!~ *giggles*
Gilbert Fuckin Beilschmidt: Uh...SORRY BUT..NO..;;;;;
2p!Feliciano: ....Tino can join...
Were!Tino: I was only joking anyway!~ *laughs*
Gilbert Fuckin Beilschmidt: FELI?!
Gilbert Fuckin Beilschmidt: O_O
From Slave To Lover (Uk/Can) ~Pt. 2~
From Slave To Lover (Uk/Can)
I sighed and rolled my eyes at the sassy Frenchman in front of me. " That's not even possible you bloody frog " I snapped, looking at him evilly.
"Well not really mi amigo.." I heard Antonio say from behind me.
"what? No I cant be he's my slave you idiot " he only sat down next to me.
"si..it is you may not know it, but your in love with this Matthew kid." he said back, a bit of happiness in his voice.
"I cant fall in love with my slave that's just not right.." I said back, not even knowing if it was the truth.
"well how else would you explain your feelings around him?" Gilbert asked, looking at me glaringly. "what do you mean feelings?" I asked, trying to get a little off topic.
"well, you told me that when you first saw him you couldn't take your eyes off of him." Francis said, "and you told me you felt a little guilty after having sex with him, cause you didn't ask if he wanted it first.." An
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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