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Title: The Wall and The Trampoline [1 / 9 + Extras]
Fandom: Latin Hetalia.
Characters / Pairs: Miguel / Manuel (Peru / Chile) and many others as the story progresses.
Rating: pg15 OR WHATEVER WHO UNDERSTAND THIS.
Warnings: Alternate Universe , college life, subtle references to bad jokes, adult themes, and above all DORAMAS comedy fail.
Comments: Multi-Chapter eternal and co-authored with kororo_minamoto . In progress. The chapters will be published every Friday (if IMLXC -

A deep sense of satisfaction fills the chest of Michael to be standing in front of the campus of the prestigious university where he longed to enter.
had done it! Enter a law degree with an excellent score was clearly a feat which had proved quite capable.
(I could say it's a dream come true to have done, could say it's a relief to be able to meet the expectations of his family.
Because
worked hard for this. Why bring pride to her family helps fill a part of himself, to become known capable of achieving great things.
feel you have every rightto call himself a genius
. And it does.)
"I'm a genius. "She sighs, with a smile on his face tontísima. I'm a big, big

genius.
had come a long way from home to stay in an apartment close to campus. Now, addressing his first class in law school, the prospect of being a lawyer seemed closer and closer, more real
. Inside the hall, even with the bright smile of excitement on his face, made sure the seat closest to the teacher (Hey! Had to be well insured).
I had a guy in the seat beside him. Miguel decided to ask a couple of things, because he was quiet and needed to start a conversation che could get life, but not the Criminal Law class I.


-

A couple of weeks later, Michael was sure of one thing: Manuel Carrera was a fucking arrogant idiot. Arrived first to all classes with a tremendous antipathy face and not a word issued for the entire class. Do not talk to anyone and was always the first to leave the classroom when the class change. Michael never saw during the lunch hour or in the company of someone. Manuel was always alone.

That seemed suspicious

.

course, coupled with the attitude of "I have a sharp object stuck in the back" and the face of vinegar in pure, clear typemind was able to kill these puppies in cold blood. Someone
and career of law posed a threat to society and the common good!
Miguel felt it was his most sacred duty to keep an eye on this potential antisocial psychopath.
First, Manuel had a very simple routine (as Miguel had observed): It was quite timely, so that surely dawn. Was not seen in any leisure time, so it appeared that was devoted to "bite" instead of sitting down to eat in the cafeteria. After the last class was headed to the bar followed the corner in front of the campus. Perhaps it was

a bit obsessed. But it was jus for a reasonto! It did not seem normal one so irritating as Manuel. Every time that Michael was trying to come in peace, the idiot had to get him out of his wits (and Michael was a very, very patient).
- How was your weekend?
-not your business.
-

Oe, I try to be nice. Manuel

up an eyebrow.

"No I asked you you were nice.

Miguel sees red

.

perfect opportunity to try to understand best is when the teacher of Introduction to Legal Sciences them together for an exhaustive investigation. Miguel is willing to give him a chance to Manuel, for the sake of acad performancectamente able to do things alone! Do not need anyone to do his homework for him.

-

-You have to take a deep breath to keep from crying. You are a great, great

idiot. I could have been perfectly capable of doing my part if you had deigned to answer my calls and work together with me! Manuel

contemplates his glass at her. Michael does not trust (no trust in anyone
). Nor is it of those who leave things to chance and he scores are something you should never play.
"Look, I'll bet one thing, Manuel. -Take a seat at his side, to get his attention. I can take care of exposure and, I assure you, will
apoteósica
. In return you get you with the theoretical.

Manuel Feel like a guy quits terribly irresponsible and do not know much about their academic performance (only later would learn the skills
bright fucking idiot.) Nor much liked his habit of frequenting bars and go often, but Michael is patient and not to deny second chances to anyone. Manuel does not look (never looks at anyone's face) but it seems to contemplate and after a while: "Done. -Both come together as a truce.

And hell begins for both. Have trouble deciding where to start, where together, to do so. They do nothing to discuss, but at leastreasons for being here, to have

come to where I am.

"Okay, you're where you are," but it's worth? Do you move the floor
be here? "Manuel is still ... deep, which is a facet that Michael had not seen him (and it was upsetting him, dammit).
"If they strive to better not me, idiot. -The discussion has escalated to something else, something that Michael does not know how to define. I am where I am because there's something I want to get something I want to change.

(At this time Miguel was not fixed, but is being heard in all the world's attention.)

"There are things worth changing. Manuel's voice gets a little soft to be heard unlesshoarse. Detail can cause the biggest changes, the most wonderful things. Miguel take a breath.

-can make the world a better place.

-

Exactly.



-

Day Miguel exposure occurs early with a mysterious bag of success and a smile on the face premeditated. Manuel looks at him and just hoped that whatever man brings in hand is good and will not cagarles hard work in recent weeks.

During exhibitions, the classroom is full of poor assholes lost in the seventh cloud. The presentations are so boring that even make head teacher. LleHTMLXC "I would say that I owe you an apology but I do not want. "I said Manuel, moments after the end of the class.

"I would say you're a jerk but I think I made clear to you. , Can not believe it, but Manuel smiles. Le smiles.

(A crooked grin, something small and tinged with sarcasm, but a smile after all.)

"I would say that I'm beginning to think we make a good team. 'He replies, following the game Miguel. But it seems I'm an idiot.

"I say then maybe you're not. Both . -And the next moment they are throwing a few jokes, which continues to be unbelievable ... Of course, until Manuesta the brain and not give more. The mixture of alcohol, coffee and Coca Cola energizing at least accomplished something.

Cagada day-long . -Sigh before diving into the couch. It begins, as every night, for writing a letter to his sister and meets just once the books of the subjects for which you have to study. With a little luck, deeper into the night, you have time to write something new or go a couple of drafts.

head is spinning and inevitably ends up going over the events of recent weeks. Miguel Prado is the first thing that comes to mind, because it's the little bee that has slipped through the windows. Michael, who speaks both his voice and looks like a buzz.

(Manuel laughter is part of the comparison.)

has divided consciousness. Is it safe to leave the bees enter through the windows without any concern? Do their bites are not painful, toxic their stingers? Manuel

not used to making friends with the few people you have in your life today is enough and to spare. Still does not sit quite right, but Michael is interesting because it has potential
-

(Once you let go a tarantula under the door.)
With a shake of the head, leaving the issue aside and prepares for another dawn more.


-




At the corner of Limehe main
trying to maintain control over it
say you want. say that I am falling behind. Can you read my mind?


Endnotes:

... holy Batmobile in the Batcave, Batman. It took us almost a month
to write this.

Hello! First of all, thank you for reading

.




kororo_minamoto

and I have been working on this fic for several weeks from the day it appeared the post of professions and we had the idea of playing with an alternate universe where our Latin-tans were humanhands holding a common life and wildlife.

"The purpose of this? Experiment with the characterizations. want to play as characters to delineate human

maintaining stereotypical traits that belong to them.

... But hey, I stretched too much. Just have to say that, after so much dawn, I'm happy that this is going already, and so is



kororo_minamoto

, the father of this fic (I'm the mom because I wrote it, 3; .)
Finally, get ready, because this fic is long

and hope to stay until the end. Thanks!

Blueprint For Rabbit Hutch A wild fiction appears!

Title: flying boats.
Fandom: Latin Hetalia.
Characters: Peru / Chile.
Rating: Suitable for all .
Warnings: SCENARIOS FTW. And it is beteado: 'D;
Comments: A gift of No! Christmas exclusively written for kororo_minamoto , because I want to show how much we appreciate her and how important they are for my ideals we share. This fic is based on a text that she read while I was traveling and could only see later: Goodbye Huascar. Hope you like it, Natto!



's eight in the morning in Talcahuano, with only eight degrees and who knows how much of rainfall, moisture, forming a thick layer on the environment. It is hardly fall and the port is turned into a damp and overcast freezer. Peru

puts his hands to his mouth and blows , watching as the vapor dissipates front of his nose. watching the landscape so surreal gray appears before his eyes, lulled by the gentle cry of a few gentle waves.

The water looks so beautiful, reflecting the gray clouds. Beside

Chile remains silent, staring. Pale, pink nose and hands in his pockets, it seemsof having the head at a million miles away away from that port Talcahuano. Away from the splendid ship floating, lifeless, in the eyes of both.

"I guess you're ready," Michael asks him in a very soft voice, not to kill the atmosphere. Not detract from the view of the Huascar, and the fleet that surrounds it: Peruvian and Chilean boats alike, waiting for the order of their armies, their respective nations. The expectation present in the eyes of all people around the pier. Manuel

only nods, his eyes still on the horizon loss.

Miguel feels anger to see it.

- Manuel -called, his voice takes the edge of the blame. Stands in front of him and, in arrEbates of the moment, grabs his face with his hands-Manuel, look at me and see me now .

(Before, at times really bad, Miguel could not look at without hearing gunshots imaginary non-existent without smell gunpowder. I could not look at him without feeling a toxic soup and burning in the bowels, without feeling the fervor of hatred.

Then just felt exhausted.)

"This is our only chance," he says, as firmly as possible, without taking his eyes off him. Now take off that stupid shell and demonstrates that as much as I want it, dammit.

If there is something that has always hated Peru, are the silences of Chile. The blank face and the words that never leave their lips. Miguel is a or trumpets.
Manuel feels that his chest hollow, that guilt is not guilt, but tired. That there are two seniors defeated and lost, stuck in the bodies of two teenagers.

Miguel feels that hatred is not hatred, resentment no longer permeates the report. But history is history and absolutely unforgettable. None known to forget-


(Remember when your smile used to be my

?) But both know how to learn from their mistakes.
-
I
murmurs Manuel, to the sound of trumpets, with the knot of anxiety always present in the throat.

I finish this.

"Listen, then. "Michael said hacia in front, to where they begin to hear the first cannon.

Huáscar begins to sink, taking the deepest of sea a bit of each.


you hear a shot to be the last.
(The feeling of loss is

there, deep and profound. Manuel does not know whether to feel relieved or concerns. I feel
both drowning. Think take Miguel's hand, but do not feel the right nor the courage to do it. Neither has the will to show how much she is affecting the situation.)
On the horizon, including smoke and corvettes, including wind and gray clouds, sinking the Huascar. Sinks with v

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