March 2010

[APH] Taste - 01

Author: Khoni (Emily ff)
Set: 10 laughter
Fandom: Axis Power Hetalia
Genre: Comedy , introspective characters
Spain (Antonio Fernandez Carriedo) / Southern Italy (Romano Lovino Vargas).
Rating: Green
Progress: 1 / 10

Prompt: 01. Seriously.

flavors.

Author's note: This script has no reference yaoi. There is no type historical reference, if not that of English rule in South Italy.

Sorry, the shares are not my forte. This story began as a collection that sees the slowly developing relationship between Spain and South Italy. Each chapter is therefore completely in its own and may not even have a precise chronological order, although I will try to be consistent as possible with the story. So "Flavors" is the title of the collection and not the chapter.

It 's the first time that I write for this fandom (and a bit' I write very rarely), so if you notice errors or the like do not hesitate to tell me, make me always love criticism J

Enjoy.

Halberds and scope.

walked to the Palace Fields bullfight of Spain dragging his broom behind him, heedless of the fact that it left the wads of soot and rendered useless the work of a morning. It mattered little to the Roman Empire, which included cleaning not to do more for a long time 'and certainly not at home in English. He looked around, admiring the mountains through the large glass windows illuminated by the sunlight of Andalusia, a wonderful show that was so loved his younger brother and that he, two of the most rational, did not seem to touch at all: he had no time to stop, had to go to Spain in the room and wake him up, because they were two days that he had returned from the battle and had not yet said anything.

He was back smiling as always, had embraced all and had started to scream but his victory at the view, it was like off the past and had a hand absently over his head, smiling. Do not even give him reason to insult him, he had simply moved away mumbling something very much like a "I go to sleep , Estoy Cansado ¹ ." then start to his room and leaving the small to look at it as something in his stomach had begun to move. Something had happened, how did that change of mood?

Why not me talked for three days? What have I done? If you have any problem to me is to say, without holding a grudge or who know! thought Romano walk, her face was frowning and her hands clasped on the broom that is still dragging on the floor. Then, the little Italian did it matter to clean his house when there was if he even thanked him on his return?

For a moment a thought occurred to him which included the unhealthy him, the broom and many, many tomatoes. Already looking forward the smell of fresh vegetables in the air, the screams of Spain resonate throughout the building, a smile on his lips and, after all, a quiet background at the thought of the strange affair had ended in the best way ... that is to his advantage.

Without realizing it, too busy with his thoughts, he realized he arrived at the door of the room the Spaniard, who looked at thinking about what could have just entered.

asleep If you could wake up throwing him out of bed (or dealt a good football), and that he screamed, as provided by its previous plan. If, however, was awake he could wake up with a sweep in the head, maybe making him smile, forgetting something that had moved away from the small. If, finally, was awake and was with someone he ... or shit. And who was in the company? Belgium? In France?

had to find out, so he opened the door bumping her and went to bed, jumping on and starting to give shots, punches and kicks, taking the sheets and started to Stratton, then move on to the cushions, that took over and flew as far as possible. He shouted curses and clear death threats, said in some other Italian in English, not to be nothing but noise, un'immotivata screams and violence against inanimate objects.

He realized only later that Spain was not in bed.

looked at the room and clenched his fists: where the fuck was left without saying anything?

Enraged got out of bed and took a broom in hand, no longer dragging but keeping it tight in his hands as a possible weapon of war. Not that much could be against halberds ² English, of course, but Roman was not interested in this, the only thing that mattered now was find him and make him very, very evil.

ran out of the room and then take back the way we did before hand and inspected by hand a bit 'all the rooms. Antonio was nowhere.

ran into the garden, always a broom in her hands and the heart pounding, he adopted the new policy of 'giving a fuck in the head at anything that moved', animals, insects, leaves and vegetables including . He seemed delirious in the tall grass of the garden waving a broom like crazy, go away all by himself and doing a good scare to take small animals that were in garden.

"Idiot of a English, you can find out where diam-aaah!" He said before stumbling on a rock and fall on the floor relaxing. Lost, did not notice that he had hurt his head and a few minutes of the big tears slid down her cheeks wet the lands under his head.

Antonio was not anywhere, had deserted him. He was alone.

He got up and walked to the building, wiping her eyes with the edges of the white apron, but not stop sobbing. Probably he realized what was useless to have the domain on its territory and wanted to get rid of him, maybe even doing an exchange with his brother, who was very malleable in that sense and do not always insulted him. Arrived at the gate set about to open it, when she heard something very similar with both hands covered with a slimy ooze fragrant covered her eyes.

"Buh!" He cried, startled by the child, who turned and threw the broom on his head. She looked at him for a few seconds and began to scream, using the broom as a weapon and hitting him from all sides: in front of him was someone, or rather something which is completely covered with a red sauce and very much like the juice of the tomatoes that looked after him and Antonio. It had to be a thief, no doubt.

"What have you done? You've rolled into our field of tomatoes? It took a lot of time to plant all the seeds as he wanted the damn English, and now we start again! How have you allowed-"

" Rome-Roman, "said the person, stopping the broom and laughing, and then look into his eyes. "It's me, Antonio, it's me!"

The Italian looked at him for a few seconds, feeling all the weight he had had those days disappear. Antonio was there, had not gone away, he was laughing at those shots into his head that if he had been given by any other nation would have interpreted as clear signs of attack. He laughed and he could not keep himself in countenance, while the tomato pieces flowed from all sides, forming a sort of pool at the exact point where it was. "Anto-EH? Why on earth covered with six tomatoes, Spain? "Said the boy, and recovering the weapon away with a jerk.

The Spaniard could not stop laughing, but still managed to calibrate a sentence. "Oh well, not really I chose to roll between the tomatoes ... I stumbled into the field and fell on those who had not yet picked up. "He pointed behind the red baskets full of vegetables.

Romano remembered how he had fallen on the floor first, then snort loudly. "I thought you were sleeping ...", he said looking at the ground. The Spaniard put his hand on his head and smiled softly.

"Oh yes, estaba muy Cansado ³, I slept twenty hours in a row. I woke up at night and I completely lost track of time. "He said, scratching his head and stood up, then head to the baskets of tomatoes. "Help me to bring them in?"

The child bit his lip. "... And you did not even say goodbye as they should, idiot."

"And as I say goodbye? If you embrace your size you, screams and punches me, I thought you did not like. Anyway, I was really tired, I told you. " the Spaniard said in reply, without turning to and relying on the legs to raise two baskets. A Roman stung the corners of the eyes. He had been to remove him was what he wanted, was not a need for Antonio, it was his fault. His, his, her, no one else.

"And the battle?"

Spain froze and then turned his head slightly. "I really want to know what happened?"

Romano snorted and puffed out his cheeks. "I do not I'll ask if I do not care, asshole. "

Antonio smiled and then moved his eyes, staring at a vague point of his shoes. "There 's been good, but I do not know how much longer I can resist. I'm too tired for such things. "

" You're tired, you're old. "Impulse Romano said, startled by the Spaniard again looked into his eyes and grinned.

"Old ...?"

"You heard me, you're old and tired and you hurt the joints. But you managed to bring here three baskets full of tomatoes, so do not take them weigh in the kitchen while I finish cleaning up. "Said the boy going into the building and leaving thrilled English.

Alone, in the company of his thoughts, Romano took a hand instinctively to his eyes and realized that he smeared tomato sauce, just the points where Antonio had put hands. The mentally insulted and then correct them: thanks to those spots and not that stupid joke He saw the tears that had streaked her cheek.

^1-3 Estoy Cansado and estaba muy Cansado : I'm tired and I was very tired. I have never studied English, I have entrusted to google translator if the translation was wrong let me know.

² These weapons rod that usually see in fanart: http://www.aceros-de-hispania.com/imagen/mar/alabarda-14e.jpg , put them in confrontation with a broom such http://www.forumtime.it/Forum/IMMAGINI/SCOPA.gif and make a calculation of the probability of winning.

[South Park] I love you

Title : I love
Author: Emily ff (Khoni) on EFP
Fandom:
South Park Characters: Kyle Broflovsky, Eric Theodore Cartaman, Stanley Marsh
Rating: Verde.
Genre: Romance
Alerts: Slash, Drabble
FOOTNOTES Double Drabble perfect, counted with Word.

I love you I always knew there was no need for you to tell me.
you always been so, from the first moment I saw you look at it, sitting in the classroom, with your eyes from the beautiful green irises.
smiled, which After all it is sincere.
I just want your happiness. Even if it is granted, you had to trample on my feelings. But what I say ... you never knew my feelings.
Have not you ever felt ... maybe it's better that way. Seemed relieved, maybe even happy with my reaction.
"Are you gay, Kyle? There are no problems, basically you need but do not jump on me and we can very well be friends. "
" Oh, Stan! "You say angry. But then you hold me. Your scent intoxicates me ... you are a rare and delicious spice, Kyle. A spice that I can never enjoy. You walk away and raise your hand in greeting.
"Thank you, Stan." You turn and go to meet Eric. It is there, the door, waiting for you. You hold out their hand and you take it, enthusiastic. I do not want to spoil the moment, and I turned towards the window.
I love you, Kyle Broflovsky.
"Stan ... I'm in love with Cartman."

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