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"frustrated kisses"

For Russia and prussia

1800s, jealous Gil, intense lover Ivan.

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Gilbert slammed opened the door, it flung on its hinges and collide with the intricate wallpapered wall behind it, slowly swinging back from the force.

"Gilbert, please calm down—" Ivan spoke as he trailed into the room behind Gilbert, who then spun on his heels with rage fuming in his eyes, his fists clenched with a nonplussed expression at Ivan's statement.

"Calm down!?" Gilbert repeated in anger before crossing his arms and huffing, turning his head away as Ivan closed the door to their shared bedroom. "I get it, it's not a big deal that your dear friend Francis spent the entire meeting mocking me. You're supposed to be on my side, Ivan!"

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Hetalia Prussia:

Bloodied knuckles, grit teeth: willpower beaten into steel. The keen and uncompromising awareness that everything dies. Neat and organized lines: pages of ink, like praying in every stroke, like details will trip the devil so it never catches up. Prussian blue is a metaphor, livery an elaborate dance: immortality is an idea, power is an idea, flesh be damned.

It is late, late at night and he is suffering-- drowning in an ocean of tears never cried-- and he has never been more sure of his purpose for the fact. Everything human is the enemy; he smiles and laughs, and wields his confidence in the body he despises for weakness as a weapon.

Pounding drums, a pounding heart. The brutal cold of honesty, like plunging into ice water and holding under until numb. Every sweet rush of adrenaline, the stickiness of blood against blade like fingertips coated in honey. Logic and clean blueprints drawn as if the deepest instincts of survival aren't born from a deeper, helpless love.

Marching ever forward with weapons you have called blessed on a quest you have claimed to be righteous, knowing with every step that if the opposite were revealed to be true your stride would not falter.

The precious thing about this poster is that...

...baby finally caught the stick

How we fight tall people

Vine by Rudy Mancuso

Character development

Shots have been fired.

Michelle was always my favorite. She really spoke to me. 

The American Revolution: A Summary

You only need to struggle this two years of senior schooling they said...

Once you get into a college it would be easy they said...

Yes. Very easy. Me enjoying like hell.

We are now in that weird fandom silence time when everyone is stumbling to watch and finish the whole thing to comment , then the dam will break loose