Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Gothic Birthday Songs

Sclera scleratrice daily newspapers of a family Italian

Community Rochu thank goodness at least you give me satisfaction pulling out of the hat q ualche beautiful Doujinshi Russia / China, christ!
I'm sick of these damned lurkatori, and especially those who make smart but you do sgam!
Mathias Kohler is the name of British fandom of Denmark, which I wanted to use this character in Italian because I think it fits perfectly.

bill a few days later, Denmark / UK note that the blond named Mathias, and I think probably a. or did not remember the name or b. did not know how to make the hoses.

Thank you so much darling! At least leave me a comment on o.o

But in the end I'm glad I created a fanon name: 3
And thanks to my FICT the lurkatrici are filling the fandom with Daniel Mark, a character that is underrated and little exploited, and it deserves!

I want more
Doujinshi Russia / China, DAMN!

And another thing: raiding the BYF
I found in your utentessa who enjoyed a crack pairing absurd to create a forum that I was horrified. But first things first


'm not totally against the crack pairing!
E ' girl who is really exaggerated.
Some couples should not be chosen at random, or color-I have not yet realized that it is fashionable to create paring by the color of hair or clothes ... it is one thing if the couple is also well for this, but not only catkins! -, at least of conditions there must be fucking!
Orihime And then pair with everyone, absolutely everyone, even for redfish on duty.
was unbearable! Then at the end
cagava since no one has changed his couples crazy fandom

But that nasty skunk Russia * I * complaint with the tap, please! All
but not this! He arrived in fandom
Hetalia
and began to do damage. Lovers of

Hetalia and D. Grayman .... the couple Lenalee Lee / Ivan Braginski does not make you the creeps?!
Apart from the crossover ... Why?!
What we guessed these two together!? The
pucchosità? But me a break!
Ivan is not cuddly or otherwise, at least it may seem, but with all due respect, not to be bashing on Lenalee because it is a PG that I like very much, but Russia would not stand five minutes of being on the battlefield together to her, starts crying at the sight of his friends wounded.
Russia is cruel and sadistic, and hides behind a mask.
Lenalee is too sweet.
think that you can complete? We'll see when the
Russia spiaccicherà a tap on his head or presses her hand hard against the head of Allen to let him stay nano.

short. I do not like as a couple.
If you find a cool guy to complete Lenalee, Kanda accopiatelo with, and let it be Russia, which has already whiners Latvia-no offense-

She has opened a forum. That of course and thankfully ended before opening it-thank goodness.



Please, Just paring with the c ** zo!

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Brunton Range Finder Reviews



Meme sclerosus created by me on 20 regions of Italy \u0026lt;3


# 01 Football

Lazio, Augusto Vargas

No one would never been able to say that that guy with the football was always in my head one of the direct descendants of his grandfather Rome. Lazio was certainly the most important region for Italy, both historical and political, but when brought before a ball completely lost his head and not think anymore.

# 02 Sea

Emilia Romagna, Emilia and Sandra Vargas.

Emilia Romagna and were never agree, even if they lived in the house. Emilia envied the blue sea of Sandra, and told him he would never have given away but also the soul to stay free in Riviera, but that of her sister made her very stingy pay double!

# 03 Gondola

Friuli Venezia Giulia, Julia Vargas

was not a question of names, Veneziano loved more than other regions sister Friuli. He loved to dress up for carnival, loved to walk on the lagoon, and most of all loved to lead the blind to take a gondola ride in the moonlight.

# 04 Compass

Liguria, Christopher Vargas

he was a descendant of great sailors! He was the son of intrepid navigators who first discovered the Americas! It had to be respected, and instead was always humiliated by the gossip Serenissima Giulia! But sooner or later he would lose the compass, the beloved Venice, in the name of the Maritime Republic of Genoa!

# 05 Orange

Sicily, Rosalia Vargas

To hell with the tomatoes! He shouted pulling him one in Lovina. What had become of the tradition? To those damn vegetables Sicily much preferred his beloved orange che il mondo le invidiava. Che bevesse poi il succo di pomodoro, Romano!

 

 

#06 Farina

Val d'Aosta, Claude Martino Vargas

Francia continuava a ripetere che non era farina del suo sacco il fatto che Claude fosse un piccolo pervertito -di certo cercare di invadere il letto di Piemonte era una prova evidente. Eppure Francis sorrideva malizioso quando il suo Vallée D'Aoste saltava addosso al piemontese, reclamando le sue... province vitali.

 

# 07 Bivio

Abruzzo, Alberto Vargas

He had been placed in front of two roads, when the earthquake wounded him to death, succumb and disappear, or get up and give hope to his city ; destroyed. Walking Tall Abruzzo did not give up ever, choosing the hardest path, but best for his beloved Aquila who had broken wings.

# 08 Rubbish

Calabria, Calogero Vargas

often quarreled with his brother Campania, this was undeniable. Infuse Calogero he loved Joseph, but if this had not taken the garbage at his house the next time that the meeting would come to embrace gliel'avrebbe pulled him bag bag!

# 09 Old

Campania, Giuseppe Vargas

Campania region was the oldest there was, nevertheless seemed to all a child always cheerful and lively. Among its cities were ancient Greek and Roman remains of which he was proud, but when he made a visit to Herculaneum and Pompeii him clutching his heart, he would never forget the tremendous explosion of his beloved and hated Vesuvius.

# 10 Construction

Piemonte, Vincent Vargas

Vincenzo always prided itself with the other regions of its industries, and with a smile to show his brothers and her sisters with the photo of the first five hundred to guide and Feliciano Lovino. Lombardy had been trying to burn it, the damn photos Piemonte made so proud, and to hell with the Fiat!

# 11 Inferno

Tuscany, Lorenzo Vargas

Tuscany was always trying to appear humble to the great nation that each year were in its cities of art to admire his work, but could not. How not to be proud of the dome of Florence, or the Uffizi? Yet the students did not seem to think like him, and every time he crossed the street a group of students was always dodging the thousands of copies of Dante's Inferno that were thrown against.

# 12 Fishing Rod

Veneto, Philip Vargas

Veneto was not a man who loved fight, or hear discussions of others. So on Sunday, when he could finally rest their ears from the screams of Rosalia, the quarrels of Vincent and Loris and who knows what else, cast a fishing rod in Lake Garda and relaxed. Too bad that after a few minutes came to fight for Bergamo Lombardy and Trentino, as usual.

# 13 Sleep [connected to 48]

Marche, Marco Vargas

Appisolatosi after a long hard day of work, Marco Vargas was awakened by a tremendous earthquake that would topple even the chandelier. Only shortly after he learned that the cataclysm had mortally wounded her beloved Albert. She would never sleep again until he had saved from the rubble!

# 14 Olive

Puglia, Gaspar Vargas

He loved to lie in the shade of olive trees that filled his beloved land, savoring the smell in his mouth as he held a twig. Basilicata repeated over and over that he was a lazy good for nothing, but it did not matter to him, his sister was a shrew. In the final she liked the building, with its olive oil, right?

# 15 Envy

Lombardy, Lori Vargas

Lori was jealous of Vince, and that all eighteen other regions they knew by heart. Just because she bought the Roman giving him the attention of the 500 claimed to be the most important regions and to do all over again. But it mattered little to the bottom of those stupid little cars, he was the capital of fashion and home, and that it was a point when the house is presented in the most beautiful models from around the world? In fact, in those moments was the most envious Piedmont.

# 16 Wolf

Umbria, Francis Vargas

recounted the myth that Francis of Assisi had chased away a wolf from the city only with prayer. Sure Umbria loved his patron saint, but if he were a wolf in front of the house he would certainly run away like hell, to hell with his good name!

# 17 Mom

Basilicata, Annabella Vargas

Among the Italian regions Basilicata was one that looked more like a mother. Never mind that he always took care of all, it was also the one who took care of rebuke and to educate them, so that it even went to Puglia regional conferences dressed like a bum. In short, there is one for mothers, but the regions have preferred not to Annabella!

# 18 ski

Trentino Alto Adige (South Tyrol), Emanuel Vargas

winter regions and two Italys loved to go and spend the holidays Emanuel. The thing was very pleased to Trentino, and liked to see him on the ski, some more as good as Val d'Aosta and who more awkward as Campania. But it was when he arrived with his countrymen that Germany began the mournful notes ...

# 19 Cheese

Sardinia, Matthew Vargas

Emilia Romagna and always wave the flag around the world the quality and goodness of its Parmigiano Reggiano, proud to what was good. Fibs, Matt knew better than anyone how to be better its pecorino cheese!

# 20 Friends

Molise, Riccardo Vargas

Molise bordered with several other regions. Often found himself at parties at home Basilicata, Puglia, Campania, Lazio and Abruzzo, Annabella made supper while they were beginning to magnificence in front of the television with a beer in hand. It could also consider them all close friends, until the games began ...

Stars # 21

All Regions / Northern Italy, Feliciano Vargas / South Italy, Lovin Vargas

Lovino Feliciano and were happy with their large family. Of course noisy, lively, but never boring or monotonous. They were shining like stars, and all together were the perfect nation, and a family even more beautiful!

# 22 Border

Val d'Aosta, Claude Martin Vargas v France, Francis Bonnefoy

Val d'Aosta, or as he preferred to be called from other regions Valé e d'Aoste, had a particular liking to the big brother France. He had spent many years with him, and I respect him very much, was his model of inspiration. If it were not for those damn borders and would have run away from big brother he would never return!

# 23 Prato

Puglia, Gaspar Vargas / Basilicata, Annabella Vargas

Apulia Basilicata made her lie down in the cornfield near Taranto in Puglia that he loved so much. "From here you can see wanting to Greece when the weather is nice," said Gaspar triumph, causing a slight chuckle to Annabella. "Yes, and fields of Lucania Egypt greeting with his hand!" He wanted to be offended, but forgot all injury when he heard Gaspare Annabella laugh.

Fame # 24

Trentino Alto Adige (South Tyrol), Emanuel Vargas

Emanuel certainly was not one who suffered from hunger, including stürdel, ricotta, Sacher cakes, donuts, pies, honey, jam, donuts and meringues. Still he wondered how he maintained a near-perfect line: on picnics to the Dolomites?

# 25 Mafia

Sicily, Rosalia Vargas / Campania, Giuseppe Vargas

Both looked into his eyes wondered when it would end the struggle that is taking too now. How many more innocent people would have succumbed under the yoke of the Mafia and the Camorra? What they felt useless these two regions that were always around to fight the mob. Just shaking hands found the strength to go on

# 26 Ferrari

Piemonte, Vincent Vargas

Oh, Vince did not like only the sixteenth century, or the point, The Panda or Bravo. Piedmont had another sweet passion, which satisfied him of everything. No machine was like a Ferrari!

# 27 Match

Lazio, Augusto Vargas / RealPerson! Francesco Totti

The Derby was probably the most important event of the year for Augusto Vargas. The problem was that I knew who cheer, and she bit her fingernails to try not to disappoint any of his two teams, Lazio and Roma. Then in front of the place of honor in store for him, he saw his beloved Totti that made him a wink. And then he knew who gave his supporters during the game!

# 28 Sand

Emilia Romagna, Emilia and Sandra Vargas

Emilia stood under an umbrella to get the sand between your toes slide. Sandra came out of the water as he did not reached it and looked at her curiously, "Why do not you dive? You're losing all the beauty of the Adriatic Coast, "" My dear, "snorted the Emilia" The beauty of Milano Marittima is certainly not the beach! "" Damn Truzzi "snapped the Romagna in response .

Sheet # 29

Campania, Giuseppe Vargas / Calabria, Calogero Vargas

"What are you writing brother?" Calogero asked seeing that Campania was bending over a sheet. "It 's a secret, big brother!" Smiled maliciously, but Calabria decided to ignore for the moment. He did not know that Joseph was meticulously reporting on that piece of paper the recipe for pizza.

# 30 Art

Tuscany, Lorenzo Vargas / Umbria, Francis Vargas

Umbria secretly he had always admired the art of his brother Lorenzo. Certainly in the Middle Ages he had had its great artists such as Giotto, for example. But nothing was comparable to the enormous cultural heritage that Tuscany held in its museums.

Francesco one day he was told that he exceeded even the magnificent Tuscany, showing that he was capable of making fine art

Mask # 31

Friuli Venezia Giulia, Julia Vargas

He loved the Carnival of Venice, and hiding behind the mask pearly smile to all the nations and regions his brothers and sisters invited to the party. Devoted himself body and soul every year to make the Carnival more beautiful each year, although it remained always meravigilioso.

# 32 Bubbles

Sicily, Rosalia Vargas / South Italy, Lovin Vargas

Rosalia will love to make bubbles and then burst in the face of Southern Italy, then snorted disappointed. But Sicily loved to see the sulky little face of the Roman Empire, it was so exciting !

# 33 Tradition

Tuscany, Lorenzo Vargas

The Palio of Siena was a tradition that never let go. In front of all was his favorite holiday, but within him hiding with a little 'shame that he loved more than anything else, go to Lucca Comics and Games

# 34 Water

Lombardy, Lori Vargas / Veneto, Philip Vargas / Trentino Alto Adige (South Tyrol), Emanuel Vargas

All three loved their Lake Garda, the largest in Italy, and in theory would should be proud of. E Lombardy and Trentino, while still arguing for a domain I do not know what territory with swearing-in German-Philippe Emanuel threw angrily asked why that had to slay a bit 'of water.

# 35 Excitation

Piemonte, Vincent Vargas / Valle d'Aosta, Claude Martin Vargas

Vincent was tired of the continual attempts to harass the Val d 'Aosta, had

want to hang it on the cable car at Courmayeur and leave them there, but then thought better of it. There was nothing exciting to see Claude freeze!

# 36 Dress

Sardinia, Matthew Vargas / Piedmont, Vincent Vargas

When they were united under the Kingdom of Sardinia, Matt Vincent and were always in disagreement. Piedmont Sardinia thought it would just be a good shepherd to anything, while he was the wealthy industrialist who ran the kingdom. The Sardo snorted every offense, and never hesitated to show how much smarter they were also pastors, making it increasingly stumbling in manure of his sheep, getting her pretty dress from industrial

# 37 Camino

Marche, Marco Vargas / Abruzzo, Alberto Vargas

They had all been united in every way and Marco Alberto, even in small things, even in front of the fireplace of the house in Marche, Ancona, where it was cold in the winter when warmed, and not only thanks to the fire.

# 38 Triangle

Marche, Marco Vargas / Abruzzo, Alberto Vargas / Molise, Richard Vargas

To Richard did not like the dirty things, but Marco and Alberto could always a drag, but pretty damn disgusting perverse love triangles

# 39 Women

Emilia Romagna, Emilia and Sandra Vargas / Friuli Venezia Giulia, Julia Vargas / Basilicata, Annabella Vargas / Sicily, Rosalia Vargas

It was hard being the only women in the house Vargas, against nineteen men are always ready to nasare under their skirts and crying over them. Although it was tiring but always gratified when, for the celebration of women, their big brothers to fill with gifts.

# 40 Navigation

Liguria, Christopher Vargas / Spain, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo / South Italy, Lovin Vargas

A minimum of respect for him that he had discovered America with his namesake Colombo gave him none. The merit if it always took Spain, it was not fair!

And if Southern Italy took advantage of the regret of his brother to give him a little revenge, and revenge for himself, much to the chagrin of the shanks Antonio.

# 41 Islands

Sardinia, Matthew Vargas / Sicily, Rosalia Vargas

Mattia and Rosalia were the two largest islands in the Mediterranean, and were proud of themselves when doing shows ever crossed the street Cyprus and Crete. Yes, the two major Italian islands were also in vain.

Republic # 42

Liguria, Christopher Vargas / Friuli Venezia Giulia, Julia Vargas / Campania, Giuseppe Vargas / Liguria, Lorenzo Vargas

Pisa, Genoa, Amalfi and Venice, were once their capital when they were known throughout the world to be feared the Maritime Republics. But now those glorious days were over, not sorry that they live together in Lovina and Feliciano. But everyone was always nostalgic for the good old days, and the desire to sail to distant places was growing in them.

# 43 Please

Emilia Romagna, Emilia Vargas / Lazio, Augusto Vargas

Sometimes Emilia could escape and reach Sandra Augusto, to make him understand that there was only football in life. There were other interesting things to do Lazio and Emilia would notice it very well when it came to visit. And a desire was growing inside him:

" Emilia, I do piadina na? "

# 44 Fashion

Lombardy, Lori Vargas / Piedmont, Vincent Vargas

" Vincent, you will never a man of fashion if you continue to dress like a penguin "He broke Lombardia noting the lack of elegance of the clothes of his brother. "I do not need to follow the fashion, Loris" "Tell the girls, maybe see you from afar and think hmmm''that sexy man'', then see how close you're dressed and run away!"

& ldquo ; Lombardia, tell me once that want to wear your new spring summer collection instead of making so many turns of phrase "

# 45 Money

Campania, Giuseppe Vargas / Calabria, Calogero Vargas / Puglia, Gaspar Vargas

regions were not as rich as their brothers in the north, yet they had their own ways to earn money and have fun at the same time, as this Gaspare pulled out Monopoly.

# 46 Rifle

Trentino Alto Adige (South Tyrol) Emanuel Vargas / Germany, Ludwig / Switzerland, Vash Zwigli

For years he had lived in the house of Switzerland and Germany, had become half German he, too, even at times felt more German than Italian. Yet if there was one thing he learned from Vash was pointing the gun at the invaders, which he did every time he saw Germany move closer to its ski resorts.

Rubble # 47 [Connected to 13]

Marche, Marco Vargas / Abruzzo, Alberto Vargas / Northern Italy, Feliciano Vargas

whimpering in front of the Venetian Aquila earthquake ruins, and jumped with Mark when she saw him. "Abruzzo ... Abruzzo is under there! "Brands did not let him repeat, and began to dig with their hands off the debris that littered the place where he was Albert, or at least hoped. He broke his nails and fingers were bleeding, but he did not care "I'll pull you out of here, at all costs! This debris will not be your grave! "

# 48 Sofa

Campania, Giuseppe Vargas / Lazio, Augusto Vargas

Lazio threw himself on the couch, staring at him maliciously from Campania over the back. "Want to play Augustus?" He asked smiling, "Nun me breaks, down, so tired" But Joseph was convinced that that night would be fun. He picked up a feather that was hiding and began to tickle the nose of his brother, and then subsequently undergo his anger: it was nice to play chase with Lazio!

[attention, Orange ratings from here on]

# 49 Wine

Emilia Romagna, Emilia and Sandra Vargas / Tuscany, Lorenzo Vargas / Liguria, Christopher Vargas

When they brought the Lambrusco from Liguria and Tuscany and Emilia Romagna is always drunk, and with them their brothers . Both were lovers of fine arts, and consuming their report concluded that nothing was more beautiful than the two sisters.

# 50 Jealousy

Sicily, Rosalia Vargas / South Italy, Lovin Vargas / Belgium

Rosalia Lovino tossed mercilessly on the bed, and he looked surprised. "You can know that you?" "You know how I hate that damn Belga that you turn around," said the Sicilian starting to unbutton his shirt, "You are mine, and no other woman you should just watch & rdquo ; not admit it, but Romano loved those shots of jealousy of her sister

Friday, April 23, 2010

Plackarnia Ul Jankego

a Dios le pido

Title: A Dios Le Pido
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Spain (Antonio Fernandez Carriedo), South Italy (Lovino Vargas

Genre: Drama, Angst
Rating: Red
Warnings: not for delicate stomachs, the slight Shonen
Word Count: 2297
Notes: Set during the English colonization of South America , the Spaniards were so bloody precolombiali with the natives, enslaving and exploiting them by hitting them with treason, which the Incas preferred to self-destruction, suicide and abortion, rather than eliminate the settlers themselves. For
nee-chan [info] reikohime , because had they promise * chu *



Roman Empire had long since abandoned the broom with which he used to sweep the corridors of the enormous palace of Spain.

What was cleaning a house whose owner was not there? Dust furniture that no one used, care for plants that no one looked at the bright flowers of many colors.

He sat puffing on the railing of the huge terrace overlooking the sea in the Balearics. The sky was so clear he could see in the distance the ships entering the port of Barcelona, and looked absorbed in the infinite sky and the evil of the three islands surrounded by seagulls.

was not a child who felt regret, or nostalgia. Or at least they gave him to see. In fact, he sighed, knowing that all the merchant ships came mostly from the ports of Genoa and its surroundings. Heck, that's anger rose in my body when I think that hated the fact that only the sea, along with the beloved Mediterranean, separated him from his beloved brother.

Had it been able to swim he would, but to embrace Feliciano, who certainly was whiner, stupid and whatnot, but he was the person she loved most in the world.

could escape, one to hinder you? Embarking on the first direct bagnarola in Naples, and never return to that building so hated English. Anthony was not there, had gone nowhere, in that unknown world called America. Months that were not done live, and look after his house was left alone Lovin, who not only had to perform the tasks that Spain had left open leaving for the New World, but also had to take care of your own home, could not leave Sicily and Naples defenseless and leaderless, with the guidance of a child, albeit stubborn, could carry half of a nation.

But it did not move from there.

Certainly not moved a muscle to keep bright the home of English, a symbol of stubbornness that was only his prerogative.

But in the end, very basically, the fact that Anthony had not yet returned from the Americas worried him to death. And if not come back? What would become of him? It would have been free? It would be returned to his beloved country? He did not know, and no certainty he would not have been given until Anthony reported her thighs in Barcelona.

A slight breeze ruffled the hair kept fairly ordered by the handkerchief he wore. He snorted again, more I was in that country more hated every single stone.

Again, the idea of the board flashed in his mind, and the temptation to go home became more alive.

Every day delayed, but that this time could be the right time.

was determined and fearless than ever; "now or never," he cried to himself.

took a bundle in his few belongings throw him into the bulk, with a frenzy that had all been thrown into chaos. He was eager to review its oranges, its Sea, its islands, best friends, brother ...!

and if Spain had come back ... or in other words, who cares that bastard!

He wondered why he had not packed my bags before.

" Freedom here I come!" Exclaimed enthusiastically relishing in all respects at the time. And it would be a leap to the port immediately.

not locked any door, did not bother to leave any warning or ticket to Antonio.

was so happy, he had never felt so vivo since Spain had taken him away, mistaking him for Feliciano.

But it was a fleeting happiness, it would not last long, as the beating of wings.

enormous garden which gave the input of the building was a carriage. Lovino a carriage could be seen by a huge glass and that was very familiar, too.

Puzzled and disappointed cursed by throwing away the bundle, far into the hall with all the strength he had in his little body. And it shattered her last hope of returning home.

Spain came out the carriage, and South Italy became huge find in front of main gate with his arms folded and pouting face.

Antonio seemed to him now ... wasted.

had lost weight, and it was a strange olive skin, a symptom perhaps of seasickness. He was holding his forehead with one hand and the smile that distinguished him, cheerful and happy disposition, seemed off.

Lovino gave no show of its concern, even kept his hatred of the nation's largest.

" You can find out where you were not even make news? And I had to take care of your stupid home at night and day! "

Antonio gave no weight to the complaints that were addressed, was visibly tired and exhausted and he just simply to give a mild pat on the head of southern Italy and then go past it and head towards the huge Velvet sofa of her living room.

Roman followed, a bit 'out of curiosity, a bit' to continue to bombard us with his criticism, and lay down on a chair beside him.

There was something different in Spain, and as yet little-known him for nearly fifty years there were few of the felt-Nations that something was wrong.

Spain had already gone several times in the Americas. And each time he returned showing smiles and tomatoes to a scene similar to the previous one, rejoicing Lovino a somewhat 'altered.

Always with the hand that covered his face, the depression of English was almost palpable, Antonio for the first time in almost ten minutes he spoke.

" Fetch me the Sangria, the good" orders without any emotion in his voice.

Romano still cursed to himself, but preferred silent; Antonio did not seem in a suitable condition to support his cry of disappointment.

ran quickly to the cellars, in obedience to the orders for the first time in Spain without reply, took the wine we liked so much and returned to Antonio on the road leading back to the living room.

He felt a strange noise in the air. More than a noise was a real sound, almost a lament that echoed through the halls of the palace. He swallowed. Except he and the other there were no other nation in the place, because Anthony would rather not have other servants who were around except South Italy. The latter shook his head violently to chase away the silly idea that there was a ghost of some defunct Hapsburg who traveled home.

was absurd and inconceivable, hell, and had to stop shaking, he did not give the idea that Antonio was a wimp.

"Here your crap, eat tomatoes treason" said annoyed entered the room.

It was then that he saw the source of the strange noise he had heard just before, and knew what was happening.

was shocked to see the painful scene, and almost could not believe his eyes, but Antonio, the good-natured guy who did nothing but laugh and be carefree, she was crying.

Although still held his hand to cover her face Romano could see the tears running down her cheek an abundance of Spain, abandoning himself to sobs liberators.

did not understand what was going on, everything was happening too fast for the small nation, but he knew what he needed was the mangiapomodori only his bloody Sangria and a shoulder to cry on.

He poured the wine into the chalice and gave it to him, approaching him.

" On Spain! What's the matter? Not like you whine like that, you're probably scraped a knee, you bastard? "Snapped seeing Antonio continued to cry like a baby.

English Suddenly he girded him by the shoulders and shook him, leaving the Italian even more puzzled. He felt his cheeks wet Antonio bathe his suit and muted warm breath against his chest, his fingers tighten on her apron hugging him even stronger.

There was no malice in that gesture, but Southern Italy still flushed, uncertain whether or not reciprocate that embrace to comfort him, trying to pull a bit 'spirits up, he hated to admit it even to himself, but see Spain in this terrible state's heartbreaking.

" Anto, do you know that you?" Asked unable to hide an embarrassed and annoyed tone.

" I killed them all ..." He murmured on Antonio's chest. "I've killed, Lovina. I killed women, children, the sick, the elderly ... I killed them all! "

Roman trembled. Do not believe it.

Spain could be a bastard, a profiteer, a usurper, a mangiapomodori a betrayal or whatever's on your mind, but not a murderess.

" I hit them by surprise, I have enslaved, condemned and taken prisoner, I have deprived of their existence! Cortés said that it was right, but even though I knew it was wrong ... I continued and I continued, still ... more ... I killed them Lovino, everybody! "Antonio shouted venting his hatred of himself shaking more violently Italy towards self-indulging in hysterical tears. The Italian on the other hand did not know how to bring it up, he did not know what to say. He was desperate, Spain, Italy and South was only a child. However, during the Sicilian Vespers, the Spaniards had given proof of his small force, was still too immature to think about death like that. He had already been put in contact with dead and murderers, and several times he had seen the Spaniards, the French kill without hesitation. But never Lovino was placed in front of a murderess, especially if the murderer in question was Spain did not know what to say.

had to console him because he had killed the people? Okay he was sorry, but with words that tell you ... which was to tell him then?

" I hear, Lovin ..." Antonio broke the silence that had fallen into the room, a silence thinking only muffled sobs of English.

" I hear their cries of pain when I sleep. The nightmares beset me, I still see the faces of dead Indians, I see the suffering of women who abort children not to create slaves of Spain. I see the glazed eyes of the Maya who hanged themselves to avoid being killed by me. And one by one I see the eyes of those who kill and hear their desperate cries ... "

" Why did you do?" Romano said without emotion. Imagine the scenes that Antonio had just described had earned him a quick retch that it had decided to withhold.

Spain loosened his grip on the small Italian and stared at him with her emerald eyes wet with tears.

" At first I just wanted ... ensure the new territories and give power to my nation. I wanted to ... take over the world that we had discovered before that idiot Portugal ... "

" was a race between you and him? A another of your stupid competition between brothers? "

" Once yes ... "Anthony admitted his drinking Sangria directly from the bottle.

" But then things have gotten out of hand. The power led me to become more selfish, to have it all for me. Gold, precious stones, tomatoes, vegetables, territories ... power has made me blind, I did not understand that those people were just like you and me ... capable of feelings: love, joy, pain, suffering. And I was so blind not to see them die of starvation, disease, killed, murdered those people helpless had become a drug! It was horrible, Lovin ... and I have allowed all this, I have them killed, I have them extinct ... soy un monstruo que no merece el Perdón "

Romano still did not know what to say. He was not present, that he had relied only on that very poor and rambling story could not judge a monster. Had it been a simpler situation probably would have made fun of. But it was a sensitive issue and had to act with tact, he understood that he was a child.

She took them to him and squeezed his cheeks with his fingers, making moan of pain as soon as Spain, and then gave him a sweet and innocent consoling kiss on the forehead.

" I do not consider you a monster ... a bastard, yes, but not a monster "

Antonio smiled imperceptibly, taking the hand of the skin of the wrist Lovino returning the kiss, letting a tear yet another" I know, Lovina. But I have too much guilt for peaceful sleep at night ... perhaps better than the face over it now "Southern Italy pulled a violent blow that made him dizzy for a while 'just heard the words" Stop! A great big nation like you should not even think of dying! You know you should do instead? Committed to detox from this drug, become better, the return of Antonio Fernandez Carriedo forever! Why is Spain and cheerful sun that its inhabitants enjoy! Move those cheeks, smile again! Kill not bring to life the people you killed, and no one will accuse you of some stupid English, so you conquistadores have known here. Continues to live and look for a way to atone for your sins "

The small Roman Empire, when it was put, was much wiser than he ever gave to see, and was almost to worship for Spain if not for the fact that it ended that speech to his feet with a kick in the shins.

Rise pleased hiding a grimace of pain, raising the handkerchief from her head to give him Lovino affectionate caresses of gratitude.

would no longer be the Spain of all time, this was true, but at least thanks to Romano, a ray of sunshine in the darkness, she could keep smiling oblivious to his people for a while 'time, provided that the child remain in the Italian side.

certainly could not forget how much blood had spread among the Native Americans, the terror and anguish, but he could rectify his mistakes and, as he had recommended Lovina, one day he would atone for his sin greater .

deserved to go to hell, it was clear and he knew it, but close enough to have Romano until that day and the most terrible punishment would be sweet if combined smile at the memory of the Italian.

Monday, April 19, 2010

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Saturday, April 17, 2010

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Title: 38th Parallel
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: S
ud Korea (Im Yong Soo), North Korea (Kim Jong Soo), America (Alfred F. Jones), Russia (Ivan Braginski), China (Yao Wang) [The name and present: England (Arthur Kirkland), Australia, Canada (Matthew Williams), Hong Kong, Norway, Denmark (Mathias K Ohel), Sweden (Berwald Oxenstierna), North Italy (Felix Vargas), South Italy (Lovino Vargas)
Genre: Introspective, Drama, War, Angst
Rating: Red
Warnings: not for delicate stomachs, AU
Word Count: 4647
Note: For the [info] fivefandom

Introduction

today I had nothing to do, so I went to the library, because I am a woman of culture ... so the only woman of culture that goes to the library to read comics. But even those have proved a great source.

I was searching through the chaos of Italian comics Strumtruppen something about which I recently rediscovered-l 'only idiot who laughs at the library is signed to speak. After the sergeant stacked beer cans in a pyramid of five levels and then throws it down with a burp, and Lieutenant scolds him saying "but you are not ashamed," and he answers "yes usually shooting down all "indicating the only cans left standing are dead from laughing! -

I said.

While wandering through the shelves I've holding a cartoon:

Pyongyang Guy Delisle, a Canadian-born author who has traveled to North Korea to make cartoons.

I discovered that North Korea is one of the most isolated countries in the world that accepts foreigners with the dropper and does not allow immigration, strongly socialist, anti-capitalist, yet the only Stalinist dictatorship " living ", with a freedom almost zero.

I looked through the pages of the comic's relationship with South Korea, North Korea. Was given the blame for their split America

[the North Korean leadership Guy Delisle] -North Koreans would be present, and re-embraced by their brethren in the South, if the Americans had not intervened, separating us from our brothers.

[Guy at the wheel while you are drinking a beer (I assume it was beer)]

-The South Koreans have no interest in getting together with a country as poor as North Korea , where poverty is high. Maybe the older generation, with the brothers in the North, he wanted a meeting between Korea. But young people today, in an era in which South Korea is 25 times richer than North would have no advantage to join and must meet all the needs of the other, impoverishing itself.

Cheers! -

I wanted to answer that, but I limited myself to only one-Ah, interesting. [cit.]

And I reviewed this from the angle of Hetalia.

South Korea know it all. It is the lively allegro Im Yong Soo. And North Korea's Kim Jong-I renamed own while reading this comic, is the his twin brother. Yet having the difficult political situation in North Korea I imagined the twin Soo Yong closed as a boy, grumpy, stubborn, who hates America for the first-capitalists, who had close relations with Russia and that it is inward looking, whereas his brother is a traitor.

FICT This starts with the background of the Korean War, ending with the peace that you tried to reach in 200

The Korean War began during the Cold War with the invasion South Korea by the North that followed the UN response, led by America, who worked to free the oppressed country and try to overturn the government of Northern Ireland.

intervened then also China and the Soviet Union in defense of the socialist country.

Other notes:

1. Kim Jong Sung comes indirectly from Kim Il Sung, the dictator of North Korea.

Kim is a rather common name in Korea, and I wanted the sound of the names of North and South were similar. So I took the surname of this man, and it is the name I wanted to give.

  1. North Korea, its characterization and physical character, belong to me, although I have been inspired by the physical appearance from that of South Korea, because they are twins. It's my OC! And so if you want to use please let me know, will not tell you no. These days I'm fond of my OC a lot, and I would stay there to see it bad to use without permission.

  2. The nations that took part in the Korean War by the various sides are many. I preferred to show only the three major energy-Soviet deployment of China, Russia and North Korea-and those deployment of the UN closer to America-Canada-Australia and England, and the main ambulance-Italy, Denmark, Sweden and Norway. India bothered me to put / to

  3. After this angst, given the success of "When Italy discovered yaoi" soak it all and I do the comic * sigh * Actually I take this opportunity to thank all 10 players I have commented that fiction is all those who have commented on the other. One Shots only writing I have no way to respond, but your reviews fill me with joy, thanks * kisses *

    intro



" It hurts," he thought aloud, frustrated and in pain Im Yong Soo pressing against the wound.

" It hurts! Damn it hurts! "Copious blood down the point, in the midst of the ribs on the left side, where his brother was grazed by a bullet. Why is his blood brother had aimed to kill him in the chest? Why?

In other situations, in other contexts, maybe we would have laughed about it.

But then he looked at the dirty hand of the liquid scarlet so hated, he thought that was the his blood, and then spent all want to laugh, any glimmer of happiness went out, leaving room for anxiety.

was his twin brother! Why shoot him? Why invade?

" Yong Soo?" He heard himself called. She closed her eyes violently, continuing to press on the wound to stop the bleeding that did not want to stop out of his body, curled up more and more about himself, as if he could become small and invisible.

did not want to answer. Not anymore. Once, years before the family became part of China-its-Aniki, South Korea, he loved to fill it with kisses and hugs her beloved sister. But now, when just before the battle had crossed her hazel irises Kim, cold, impassive, death, like a lifeless doll, but throwing hateful looks, no longer recognizes him, and the desire to embrace was almost gone.

Unlike Im, who had spent most of his life under the skirts of that effeminate of China, as he had remembered his twin brother, to be pampered by the nation too young, according to her, Kim Jong Soo had spent the last time with Russia. And South Korea did not yet know enough about the Soviet country to understand what had negative influence on his brother.

And now that China, along the northern part of Korea had joined the Red Army, Yong Soo was alone, helpless, against his own family, that is considered, both the blood .

" Hey, all right?" North Korea asked, crouching beside her.

The southern part looked at him confused, he had just shot, how could he claim that he was right?

North Korea was similar in all to him. Instead of the red and white hanbok that used to bring beje wore a uniform with a red embroidery on the shoulder, his hair lighter and without the odd tuft that characterized Im Yong Soo were contaminated with dust and debris of a house blown up shortly before. At one time he had it, the bunch that changed expression with him. But South Korea had come to know that the other had cut off after only a few months at home to Russia.

" No that's not good anything," he said, wiping dry her face wet with blood and tears with the sleeve of his white hanbok, filthy and dirty now.

" Yong Soo, you realize that we are back together?" Kim said, smiling cheerfully, pulling on their shoulders a backpack carrying a first aid kit, useful for treating the wound twin child.

" No one will tear us apart again! We'll be together forever! Just me and you, and no one else can enter our world! "

South stared at him, frightened by the behavior unrecognizable and terribly childish, and from that utopian dream of his brother. It would never have lived only with his brother, Im Soo Yong, who more than anything else he loved the contact, especially physical, with other people. Living as a recluse was not for him.

" Kim Jong. You know that I can not live locked in a cage. I want to be with China, Hong Kong, Taiwan ... "-would never, ever said with Japan, at the cost of bite his tongue" you have to understand. We can not isolate ourselves from the world "

" I knew " North hissed, "You do not love me!" "Of course I want you" he corrected himself quickly Yong Soo, hugging, holding back moans of pain. He smelled of gunpowder along the body of the twin, in the narrow desperate that the North did not return.

" You are my brother! But I want to be with the others! "" No! "Kim shook off his twin brother, frustrated.

" You're just my little brother" And so saying he pulled out the gun again by Fiondini, pointed at his sister. "Not anyone else! I will not allow America to take you away! "

did not want to cry, South Korea. It was not a small child that he abandoned himself to tears, even for years had been the figure in China that brought the house when there was no joy. Never any of his adoptive brothers had seen him cry, or complain.

Even when they were younger always consoled the North, when I played with the kite broke, or when a small animal running away from their nimble fingers or lost their lives.

Yet he could not miss even a tear in front of the twin, who seemed so adamant that he would never hesitate to fire a shot in the forehead.

" those capitalists will not let you tear shit still away from my hands," he repeated like a prayer, a reminder to learn by heart, the young Kim, who feverishly clutching the gun, biting his lip lower. The resolution that had initially seemed to fade with each passing second. Yong Soo for this meant that her beloved sister had not become a cold soldier capable of killing him.

" Drop the gun, Korea!"

was there, in South America behind and in front of the North, and pointed a gun at.

do with a triumphant smile on his face met the blond Western had made its entry into heroic scene, ready to save the South Korean and appear before the United Nations building as a hero he was.

South Korea stared at the American, apatite. Do not smile gave him no gratitude in return that of the nation as expected, but he asked the intruder what he was doing in that strange family squabble.

intromettesse He did not want nobody between him and his sister. He did nothing but complicate things. The South was not considered an intelligent nation, indeed, but Alfred F. Jones was surely the dumbest person he had ever known.

" No! Not execute your order never! "Retorted authoritarian Kim Jong pointing his weapon against the American. When asked Yong Soo, his brother had changed so much?

Where was the happy child that freed him with the kites in the sky?

"Kim enough! You have done enough ....!" "Shut up!" A second shot went to hit him again, in the leg, making him scream in pain. It was an unexpected shock that had left the gang and had risen to the brain, and this did nothing but increase the evil of the Korean nation, which bends over the wound just opened, with the bullet inside the flesh that throbbed, he felt the blood spurted on face, hot.

" Yong Soo," shouted scared America trying to help the Asian, but a new shot just grazed his arm, leaving a slight cut had sliced cleanly through the thick fabric of his brown jacket.

"May I ask what you scrapes, damn capitalist?! I just want to go back home with my brother! "Kim Jong Soo had the tears stinging the corners of showy irises brown, staring at him with hatred.

" This is not the way, Korea! You can not invade a country so innocent! "

" Kim ... listen ... "he sighed between gasps of pain Yong Soo, who clenched teeth by making them squeal with each other, such was the force that puts us in making that gesture would somehow make him forget the hurt.

" And 'my brother ... I have taken away ... "

Alfred was sure to teach that way of behaving selfishly all'asiatico child was Russia. Recognize the gestures of those in the Russian North Korea, though more hectic, no one would have been polished after firing his brother.

inhumane gestures of possessiveness, of selfishness, that the hero could never accept in his mind.

He was always thinking first the good of others to their own. The opposite of how they thought Russia and all those damn communists eats children. was a completely different perspective believed that damn wrong.

would do anything to change my mind at least that little boy, who was more confused than it proved.

But before North Korea had to think about the South, which had doubled over in pain.

If only he had waited for the allies before acting so rashly.

"Kim Jong , before your brother, South Korea is a nation. You can not think of him as an object, related to him there are millions of South Koreans, who are suffering heavily from this war! Stop behaving like this, no good end! "

America lowered his gun, trying to reassure the North Korean, and prove to be less hostile.

" big mistake, by"

Alfred felt the cold metal of a Kalashnikov pointed at his temple, pressing the cue of his glasses against the pale skin of a sudden.

" America," shouted South Korea, frustrated by not being able to do anything to help him, wounded and without a weapon. Yet the West was doing everything to help him: how could Kim Jong Soo said that it was a monster?

Russia and China had arrived on site, the first aimed his gun against his head met the American, who had had to surrender, while Asia was holding his hand pressed against her mouth to not let out a cry of despair Korea to see on the ground wounded Ivan would not have liked that moment of weakness, or even a gesture of support against the Korean. He could then remain motionless just staring unabashedly dramatic scene.

" trying to do, America? Did you think you bring from your my allies? "

Braginski Ivan asked with a disturbing smile on his lips. He was holding his gun as if it were a toy, and he did this only shudder Alfred, unusual for that firm.

" Ivan, Im Soo Yong needs care, aru!"

" Im Yong Soo is only a dirty traitor, 'said Kim, cool and unstressed. South Korea looked at him confused and embittered. How could he say such things, his older brother? Why?

" So, in this case, we should not worry about him," decreed the Russian, grinning to see the crimson blood that stained the hanbok in the abdomen and leg.

Im Soo Yong roared toward Slavic blond, who had carried off Kim and his Aniki. He had taken away everything he had, only with a false smile.

If only it had not been injured, if he were the one with the Kalashnikov and not Russia, it was riddled with bullets from head to toe.

" I do not care, do what you like, Russia, but I will not let die bled Korea, aru," groaned Yao heading to South Korea, which for years had considered a brother despite various attempts to palpate it and take it to bed.

His journey was interrupted by a shot, which left a hole in the ground just where the Chinese had to put his foot.

North Korea stood in front of the smaller twin, with a menacing look. Russia smirk, see brothers who were firing at was a fairly laudable in his eyes.

"Stop " said Alfredo Serrano teeth feeling more violent push the barrel against him, breaking the stick into two halves, one of which fell on the ground, sliding the lenses on the nose. It also hurt him, was inhumane force with which the Russian pressing against him.

" Nobody told you to take intrusion, America," he hissed in the ear of the American, making him shiver. "You had a craving to be a hero right? It is up to you hang in business do not concern you ... "" Good Nations is a matter that concerns me! It concerns all of us! "

" 's enough, calm down aru! "China did not want to see the two nations that once were allies and had fought with hate that. Still he could not understand, overwhelmed by events, as they arrived at all.

Im Yong Soo felt his head turn, and nausea invaded, a sign that it was not even aware long, not with all the blood he was losing, but he did not lose consciousness, not now!

He tried to get up, stagger, but received only the handle of the gun from North Korea slammed them against his neck, and was again forced to the ground face down.

" Why do you behave like that, Kim?" He cried in agony after a violent coughing fit that caused him to spit blood. "You've teamed up with this bastard capitalist. You have nothing to do with me ... "" Communist, capitalist ... before being these people are! We are nations! We are brothers! It is possible that you forgot? "

North Korea pulled out of a hat the same color uniform, and put it round his head, hiding it under her hair brown. On his cap, as a contradiction to what South Korea had just said, there was Soviet embroidered crest. It lowered the visor over his eyes, hiding them under his shadow. "You have forgotten that we are twins. At one time we loved, but now you're just a dirty traitor "

said that is close to Russia and America, pointing his weapon against the West blond. "Let me do it outside," he said deadpan, but his hand was trembling when holding the gun that betrayed his real mood.

Russia grinned. He wanted to kill America with his own hands, but after all the anger that boiled the blood of the Korean was much more exciting to watch. And then the meat would have enjoyed the best of American and the crimson liquid splashing on. She handed him the Kalashnikov, that Kim Jong grabbed without hesitation, and came to China to better enjoy the show.

Alfred clenched his eyelids and his fists to drive nails into the fabric of the gloves he wore. Russia never would have given satisfaction to see him pray to have saved his life.

A stroke left, echoing in the silence of the dead South Korean city, but was not the gun has been fired. Indeed it was North Korea, which still had not even pulled the trigger, having a deep cut on his right cheek that bled profusely.

America recapture his magnum that had dropped just before and pointed it back against the North Korean and two pistols were betting behind the neck of Ivan and Yao.

" Let America be, damn bastards " said Australia and victorious offensive of the other pile of rubble from which he had shot Kim.

" Tt-brother all right?" He asked timidly Canada, while his hand was shaking visibly taking in a precarious balance between the trigger-finger and America decided that if Australia was taking North Korea under fire, was better to give a hand to Matthew - and England pressed against the neck of the Chinese his gun, pouring out in this gesture all the tension and anger that the English had against the East.

" And you really think the defeat with a gun pointed at, aru?" Yao asked mischievous, with a malicious grin on his face. With a cry of war that he had done kicked against the pulse of English, taken aback that he dropped the weapon.

warned of gunfire, South Korea could hear screams of pain and struggle, but could not do anything. If he was stronger to prevent his brother probably would not combine that nonsense all that happened, America, England, Canada and Australia were not involved and even his Aniki would never have been forced to participate in that war. It was all happened because it was weak.

She had always envied the north of Korea, had always looked his powerful shoulders also take responsibility of its weight, was strong and always dreamed that one day he would like his big brother, his real-Aniki and would have the strength to protect all.

But what force? Had just escaped, and was seized by terror as a weapon used only empty words and nothing was unnecessary to serve the twin to his senses.

Because if he were beginning before Russia would never hesitate to fight.

But he would never wrong not a hair in the North.

Kim but did not hesitate to shoot against twice. Kim was strong.

But be strong if it meant losing all his feelings then to hell! He preferred to be a stupid, foolish and weak nation.

Then the shooting stopped.

The bullets ended up, both from the Soviet Union that the United Nations.

Vide, blurred as if looking at the world through the glasses opaque, Australia assesstava that a violent fist on the chin of North Korea.

But Kim did not stagger, stand true to his ideals, and his conviction.

Kim dripping blood, but he never gave up, was washing his chest by bullets, but collapsed on the floor as Yong Soo.

So keep repeating the South Korean, why was all this have happened?

then ceased to even hear the screams and cries. He stopped to see, he dropped out and fell under invasion from its torpor, and a solitary tear escaped his control and fell down his cheek.

" Veh, Sweden! He woke up! "

An unfamiliar voice, shrill and insistent, pierced ears and echoed in his head that was a terrible evil.

He opened his eyes slowly to see the smiling face and honey-colored eyes staring at him Northern Italy happy and excited, probably because of his awakening.

" Italy, da-ze? What are you doing here? "He asked trying to get up, but violent thick abdomen did stay where it was. He looked around, there were four other beds around him, and he concluded that it was to America and the British who came to his rescue.

"You would not think 'said Berwald Oxenstierna leading Italian with which the new bandages to bind up the wounds of Korea "But we have been chosen by the UN for the service of the Red Cross. There is also Norway and Denmark, although the latter could very well stay at home "" Look, I hear you know!? "Said the Dane while washing the knife with which shortly before had extracted a bullet from the arm of Canada.

" Denmark, please do not scream, waking and other Alfred" retorted the Feliciano doing its work on Im Yong Soo, who let out the first smile for a long time.

" Thanks ... for what you are doing for me, da-ze "he sighed, abandoning the soft pillow that smelled of antiseptic and medicine, but that was the most comfortable he had ever touched before.

" There is nothing that is our duty, and then we are happy to help," said Sweden "also received two bullets in his body for a miserable Nations is one of your duties?" Asked , point blank, and the Scandinavian could not answer that. He preferred to continue to control the drip of Canada, trying to ignore a little 'attitude to the question.

" But of course! We are all right? It is right that we give you a hand, because you know that one day, when we are in trouble, you help us, do not you Korean? "

Italy replied with a smile, but from behind, before that South Korea could respond, his older brother, Romano pulled a kick up the backside that propelled it forward on the bed of South Korea.
"Are you crazy brother?" The EU, instead of loitering Work hard, Yong Soo needs new drugs, and you're there to make conversation! " Italy snapped the South and the North began to whimper behind his brother and ask if the next time you distracted from work could avoid hitting him.

Im Soo Yong looked envious the two nations. Although they were brothers, almost twins, they were also North and South, and they had also been divided for centuries.

But they were there, laughing and joking with each other, rubbing it against Feliciano Lovino to ask for forgiveness, and wondered how their lives would have been if he and Kim Jong Soo had stayed together, for better or worse, and if he could live so carefree with him if had agreed to stay with him, going to live in his house.

Yeah, who knows what had happened to Kim. He did not know, after he had fainted had not obtained any information. He wanted to ask to Sweden, but after that he began to medicate Williams had decided it was probably best not to disturb him.

He wanted to talk to America, to thank him for saving his life, even if at the end of his speech had made things worse.

He would never see again, North Korea?

And if they meet again, with what courage would smile again?

" Yong Soo, you feel fit enough?" Asked Norway, out of nowhere, which once took the place of Veneziano seeing if the bottom had slipped away with his brother.

" Yes, although I do not feel my leg," she admitted grudgingly.

" That's normal, you're still under morphine. Are you ready for a visit? "

Korea looked at the Norwegian as if it were mad. Who would take the trouble to visit him? Not his Aniki, and certainly not Japan.

" SSI, I think so?" He asked confused. Norway drew aside the curtain that divided him from the other beds, showing England, sitting on the bed with a broken wrist, and beside him a figure familiar to him, short brown hair that framed her face with dark circles and Eastern visible under the eyes that ended up changing the bandages of English.

" HONG KONG! Just You, da-ze!? "Exclaimed jumping on the bed recognizing the Chinese who had been snatched from a China century earlier. Hong Kong looked up from his job, crossing the irises brown with dark areas of Korea.

" Yong Soo! You woke up! "The Chinese would jump immediately to the neck of the other, if an icy gaze of England froze on the spot" I do not think that thou has done to heal the wound that gave me the bastard of your brother, "he hissed.

lowered his head and continued to bandage.

But Korea was anxious that Hong Kong would end soon, they had so many things to talk about and in any case was the only family member that had close at that time so drastically that he was afraid to tackle alone.

Hong Kong after five minutes abundant managed to get rid of Arthur and spend some 'time to his brother acquired. He sat down beside him and listened. She listened with that tone of regret Im Soo Yong spoke of his real brother who had betrayed him, who had shot him, that he considered him a traitor, who had seen wounded and who hated him.

" Even I felt like this, when Arthur took me away, "he said at the end of understanding the story, and stared at him not understanding Korean. "When England took me with him I thought I had left China, sold as a slave. Only time I realized that Yao was forced to yield me, and that all the hatred I felt toward him was unfounded, and that he basically wants me well and still waiting just for me to go back to him ... " Korea gasped, his head hurt, but was really happy to know that any hope of a smile back to his big brother was there. Embraced Hong Kong, the bottom was almost a century that saw him, and squeezed him. The Chinese hid behind the shoulder of the Korean embarrassed, shyly returning the close.

" But Kim? And Yao? What happened? "Hong Kong shook his head and shrugged" I just know that North Korea has been injured from Australia, China, and instead fought against England. Russia and Canada opened fire when the other UN members were about to reach Ivan took Yao and Kim and they are gone. I do not know anymore ... I'm sorry "

Korea looked down sadly, but Hong Kong took his face and squeezed cheeks "Do not worry! I am sure that you and Kim see you again soon and will pacify "

" Hey Korea! At last you've taken! "

America entered the familiar little corner that had been created in South Korea and Hong Kong. Im Yong Soo saw him, he kept his arm around the neck by a long piece of cloth and bandaged head, with glasses held together by a bit 'of scotch.

" Alfred-kun. Thank you for everything you did for me, da-ze "said Korea smiling. He did not know how he could return, all that pain that the American had suffered, the brother with his arm hurt, the fear he felt ... he could never return the favor, as he had said earlier Italy.

" It 's my duty to save people in distress, hero!" Winked America ruffling his hair, noticing for the first time by the forelock, similar to that of Northern Italy, who smiled back , like its owner.

" What will happen to Kim now?" Said Yong Soo concerned about his brother, very amazed by America, when her ex-brother, who was just one bed away from them, had begun to treat him with little respect, he had rebelled and had severed all ties with no remorse-or almost. Was so much brotherly love for him enviable.

" now locked up at home and no longer wants to go out, did not even see the fact that the jaw split Australia! It all depends on him when the war is over. From him and from you. "

" from me? "He asked surprised Korean.

" up to you to decide whether to return one day to be a single nation with your brother or maintain your independence ... "

" Why Nations before they are brothers, no, da-ze? "

America met smiled and patted cheek Korean.

"Take back soon ge-ge!"

Im Soo Yong believed the words of Hong Kong and America, he knew that one day he re-embraced his brother, who would be present.

had reviewed during Kim Jong Soo years after the war, was wasted, pale and thin, always wore the same uniform and was closed in itself. He spoke with a few close confidants and never left his country, we did not get anyone.

He brought a smile to Yong Soo to go back to being a single nation and happy.

But with a little 'help from America and a bit' to his initiative and desire to do and to innovate, South Korea had become a nation rich enough and well-developed economy, it was became a member G20 and was, along with his Aniki and hateful of Japan, the third Asian country "richer".

Nord Corea invece era chiuso, non commerciava, non parlava era ritroso e soprattutto povero.

Ricordandosi gli insegnamenti di America aveva rifiutato. Prima veniva il dovere verso il suo popolo, che non avrebbe mai gradito dover soddisfare non solo i propri bisogni, ma anche quelli di una nazione talmente povera che non aveva nemmeno la luce per i semafori. Benchè volesse ancora bene a Kim nonostante tutto -la ferita alla gamba faceva ancora male, e faceva spesso fatica a camminare, gli aveva negato tutti gli sport e molto altro ancora-, ma aveva dovuto declinare ogni proposta, e aveva sentito sibilare sulle labbra del gemello degli insulti poco carini, perchè non lo understood.

But he knew, it was hoped that one day North Korea would have exceeded that damn 38th parallel that divided them and would have embraced, would be an anchor, without double purpose, to love alone join them.

South Korea would wait for that day with patience, and would have welcomed with a smile.