Title: A red and white scarf.
Author: Emily ff
Rating: Verde.
Genre: Fluff .
Alerts: Flashfiction.
Characters: Cuba (POV), Canada.
FOOTNOTES There is no kind of historical reference.
Cuba, and stutters, it mixes a bit 'of English words into English (?). They are easy to understand, up to (haha).
Take it how you want, I wrote it in fifteen minutes last night ... and tonight I was not good. I really like the couple but it is not a real Shonen For this, it is more a relationship of friendship (really!).
Comments, tricks and criticisms always welcome, as always.
Enjoy.
The words of that nation, in really so great but in fact barely visible, they did jump. In front of a shop in the town pink so cold, wearing only two shirts and a long wool coat, Cuba was wondering if you could even think of such a request.
was ten o'clock at night, it was December, in a remote country were more or less at the center of Canada and were in front of a fucking ice cream. The ice cream shops open where people buy ice cream, cock.
"C-Canada'm icing, I do not have n-fr-stream ." She said with chattering teeth repeatedly. He closed his eyes and began to breathe deeply to keep himself in countenance (it was or was not a great country too? had a minimum of dignity, could not show his weaknesses) and suddenly felt enveloped by something soft and warm.
He turned and saw the face of Canada just a few inches from his, intention to establish its big red and white scarf around his neck. Naive little Canada.
"No-no Canada! You vrai av-fred-do ahora! "Said Cuba just more distance.
The blond looked at him for a moment and then blushed. As if proof were needed now thought Cuba twisting his mouth into a grimace.
Canada is tied to his coat well and then began to explain.
"M-but you know, I'm used to all this, in short, is always cold here, but you're always in a country so ... Hot, yes, I thought I was not used to, so here ...", he said, probably cursing for having made that gesture. He adjusted his glasses and smiled softly, never looking in his eyes.
Cuba looked at Canada and then the red and white scarf. He saw only later that the boy also had a hat adorned with a nice bonbon, the same patriotic colors.
He went to another country and put an arm over her shoulder, hugging him and making sure that the scarf on his neck.
"C-Cuba! What are you doing? "
" N-t-you do not see st-cloth? "He said, adjusting well to the garment behind him and moving his hand from the shoulder of Canada until his life. "C-it-all and two did not die as m-Sider-rati.," He said, smiling.
Canada, still bewildered, was carried away by strength from the sidewalk and began to walk side by side nation.
"Where are we going, Cuba?"
\u0026lt;B> Autore: \u0026lt;/ B> \u0026lt;SPAN class=Apple-converted-space> \u0026lt;/ SPAN> Emily ff
\u0026lt;B> Rating: \u0026lt;/ B> \u0026lt;SPAN class = Apple-converted-space> \u0026lt;/ SPAN> Verde.
<B>Genere:</B><SPAN class=Apple-converted-space>&nbsp;</SPAN>Fluff.
<B>Avvisi:</B><SPAN class=Apple-converted-space>&nbsp;</SPAN>Flashfiction.
<B>Personaggi:</B><SPAN class=Apple-converted-space>&nbsp;</SPAN>Cuba (POV), Canada.
<B>Note dell'autore:<SPAN class=Apple-converted-space>&nbsp;</SPAN></B><SPAN>&nbsp;</SPAN><I>Non c’è nessun tipo di riferimento storico.<SPAN class=Apple-converted-space>&nbsp;</SPAN><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></I>
Cuba, mentre balbetta, mischia un po’ di parole spagnole all’inglese (?). Sono facili da capire, su su (ahah).<o:p></o:p>
Prendetela come volete, l’ho scritta in quindici minuti questa notte... e stanotte non stavo bene. Mi piace molto la coppia ma non è una vera e propria Shonen Ai questa, è più un un rapporto di amicizia (davvero!).<o:p></o:p>
Comments, tricks and criticism always welcome, as always. \u0026lt;o:p> \u0026lt;/ O: p>
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The words of that nation, but in reality so great made barely visible, they did jump. In front of a shop in the town pink so cold, wearing only two shirts and a long wool coat, Cuba was wondering if you could even think of such a request. \u0026lt;o:p> \u0026lt;/ o: p>
It was ten o'clock at night, it was December, in a remote country were more or less at the center of Canada and were in front of a fucking ice cream. The ice cream shops open where people buy ice cream, \u0026lt;SPAN class=Apple-converted-space> \u0026lt;/ SPAN> \u0026lt;SPAN> \u0026lt;/ SPAN> \u0026lt;I> cock. \u0026lt;/ I> \u0026lt;o:p> \u0026lt;/ o: p>
"C-Canada'm icing, I do not have n-fr-\u0026lt;I> rio \u0026lt;/ I>." she said with chattering teeth repeatedly. He closed his eyes and began breathing deeply to keep himself in countenance (it was or was not a great country too? Had a minimum of dignity, could not show his weaknesses) and suddenly felt enveloped by something soft and warm . \u0026lt;SPAN class=Apple-converted-space> \u0026lt;/ SPAN> \u0026lt;o:p> \u0026lt;/ o: p>
He turned and saw the face of Canada just a few inches from his, intent to establish his big red and white scarf around his neck. Naive little Canada. \u0026lt;o:p> \u0026lt;/ O: p>
"No-no Canada! You vrai av-fred-do \u0026lt;SPAN class=Apple-converted-space> \u0026lt;/ SPAN> \u0026lt;I> ahora \u0026lt;/ I> ", said Cuba just more distance. \u0026lt;SPAN class = Apple- converted-space> \u0026lt;/ SPAN> \u0026lt;o:p> \u0026lt;/ o: p>
The blond looked at him for a moment and then blushed. \u0026lt;SPAN class=Apple-converted-space> & ; nbsp; \u0026lt;/ SPAN> \u0026lt;I> As if we needed it now \u0026lt;/ I>, he thought Cuba twisting his mouth into a grimace. \u0026lt;o:p> \u0026lt;/ o: p>
Canada is tied to his coat well and then began to explain. \u0026lt;SPAN Class=Apple-converted-space> \u0026lt;/ SPAN> \u0026lt;o:p> \u0026lt;/ o: p>
" M-but you know, I'm used to all this, in short, is always cold here, but you're always in a country so ... Hot, yes, I thought I was not used to, so here ...", he said, probably cursing for having made that gesture. He adjusted his glasses and smiled softly, never looking in his eyes. \u0026lt;SPAN Class=Apple-converted-space> \u0026lt;/ SPAN> \u0026lt;o:p> \u0026lt;/ o: p>
Cuba looked at Canada and then the red and white scarf. He noticed only later that the boy also had a hat adorned with a graceful bonbons, the same patriotic colors. \u0026lt;o:p> \u0026lt;/ O: p>
He went to another country and put an arm over his shoulder, hugging him and making sure that the scarf on his neck. \u0026lt;o:p> \u0026lt;/ o: p>
"C-Cuba! What are you doing? "\u0026lt;o:p> \u0026lt;/ O: p>
" N-t-you do not see st-cloth? "He said, adjusting well to the garment behind him and moving his hand shoulder of Canada until his life. "C-it-all and two did not die as m-Sider-rati.," He said, smiling. \u0026lt;SPAN Class=Apple-converted-space> \u0026lt;/ SPAN> \u0026lt;o:p> \u0026lt; / o: p>
Canada, still bewildered, was taken away by force from the pavement and began to walk side by side nation. \u0026lt;o:p> \u0026lt;/ o: p>
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