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Title: A thousand words foolish (deaf ears.)
Fandom: Latin Hetalia.
Characters / Pairs: Peru / Chile.
Rating: R Middle "? At the end gets a little bit NSFW.
Warnings: Erh, not explicit sex. Although not even enough to erotic. And are warned: my sense of humor is between black, twisted and straight retarded.
Comments: The idea for this fic came about a April 24 when he saw the morning news program in CHV and left a notice saying it had offered a treaty of friendship with Peru and is had been rejected (it seemed lulzy and ended up writing this.) This is the prequel to another fic uel it ignores . He sits on the couch in the living room, eating ice cream and watching a soap opera, while completely ignoring the presence of Michael in his home. Clearly, Manuel sucks on the hospital.
"Hey, you know you can eat something better than that. -Calls completely offended, supporting his chin on the kitchen table. -do you care, "grumbles Manuel. not know anything.
- And my what? -Frowns. Manuel continues to ignore, to their discontent. If there is something that Michael hates to be ignored.

And silence.

But while Michael did not know it, Manuel is
hurt and resented being what it is, itwhat you get meat once!
There is another pause, and after a while, quietly and angrily, Manuel replied: "I thought you and, well, I y. .. Figúratelo already!


What
, thinks Miguel.
- Forget it! -Snorts-Manuel're a nuisance!
"Seriously, why. And you are an even bigger nuisance! He shouts. But tell me what you want to say. Dime

.

"Not worth it. -And the tone of voice, note that Manuel has amurrado.
"Well, I'll be waiting to talk," he says, peeling of the door. I have plenty of time.
Goes to the kitchen, where gleaning one other ingredient to begin to prepareC.

- hafes effo ... for faith? He asks, his mouth full of food.

"Because yes. Miguel
squints.

"You're so weird .
-Miguel, and Manuel let growled. I can not say

.

- What? Can not you tell me why? -Lunch break. Why?
- Because I can! "She says bluntly. Michael can not see it, but Manuel has turned red to his ears, Do not you understand? I can not
. Miguel
despair.
- Write it down or something!

Manuel, tired of the case and completely annoyed, picks up a paper, he scribbled a reply and it slides overthe door. Miguel reads.

"
I said no, stupid idiot, and I was trying
.

Now who is the idiot

."
Miguel blinks in surprise.
do not understand.

Another silent pause. (Miguel feels that the brain is going to explode with another one of those).

- Outside

.

-P-But ... what?!
- arggh! You're impossible! -Explodes-it costs you nothing really tell me! But no, you must come and complicate everything!
- And you! "Replied Manuel," You're a big idiot retarded who do not understand anything!

- Oh, yeah? Miguel says, quietly. That's funnytell me you

.

-how if you

you were better.

- Of course I'm better! At least I'm trying to find out what happens!

The door opens, giving way to a Manuel rojísimo and gesticulating wildly.

- You! He exclaims, getting even more red.

- This is too much! "Shouts Michael, who then grabs Manuel shoulders and shakes

, to the chagrin of the other. And tell me what's wrong
shit.


... "I turned it down, big stupid moron" comic Manuel, letting go to turn your back on Michael and muttering insults under his breath.
- --- Do not tell me! CHTMLX C Miguel stops.

- Me?
When?
-short-circuit neurons in a while and then miraculously fall into place

- Do you mean the treaty rare that I set the other day?

Manuel is locked again. - ... It was not unusual.

- Sure it was! "Michael leaves aside the fact that he considered rare only because I do not understand. (And no one has bothered to explain, anyway.)

-do not. -And seriously, Manuel is professional. But treaties are one of the few things that help you reach out to others without mishaps. "Well, I do not understand that has to do with us. Mig-answerHey, it's food.) Chews with a look of rage and still face completely red. Adorable



, thinks Miguel. And then punished mentally by thinking like his father.

- What is rich? Manuel looks elsewhere.

- ... yeah.

-Obvious - I say, Thanks! "
charming smiles
- Now tell me what's wrong.

"I told you, stupid, Manuel focuses on his plate. Must resist the charm murderer. Or at least food bribery.

"But if you say it does not matter, why does it matter? "Says Michael. Captain obvious not use glitter, use large, round eyes. Manuel up an eyebrow, then frowned again. (And totally does not make a stew, crest mother.)

"I ..." Michael took a deep breath ... I do not understand anything

. "I do not care. "Claims Manuel.

"No, it does not matter. You left me in doubt.

- I will not tell! "Softly, Manuel grumbles.

is shameful.

-Oh. Why? "Because ..." Manuel coughs-I forget it, dammit! - if you stopped acting so weird! "Michael hit the table with his fist. - I'm not acting weird! -Manuel hits the table as well.

- Sure!

- Of course not! Exaggerate! CHTMLX
C-takes hours to be a more disgusting humor than usual, "he accused Miguel-Do you really took it so seriously?

Manuel directs you
La Mirada Assassin of Doom TM.


"This is silly. "Michael sighs.

"It is not.

- It is! And you get all weird!
"I do not get strange
. "Claims Manuel, ending the last of her plate.
"Sure, look at your face. "Michael points out with a fork.
- What is my face?

- going to explode!

- Lies Break

regarded with hatred. When bored, Miguel is released to the couch.
Miguel takes the other's face with both hands to look at it. But Manuel
insists on keeping his eyes elsewhere.

- Oe! "Michael feels compelled to take extreme measures

, trying to ignore the strange feeling that has emerged suddenly.

- What! -Manuel closes his eyes.
JÁ! Miguel feels

smoke escape through his ears. (Manuel just keeps trying to imitate the color of a tomato.) "Look, I ..." is about taking advantage Manuel's brain seems to be out of service, I ...! And it attests
a quasi header.

- I hate you, argh!

Note, even afterheader, it has not dropped.

- Oh, yeah? Well me too! "That hurt, dammit.
- Oh yeah?
-Miguel-squint Then the devil! -With annoyance, he proceeds to smash
Manuel against the surface of the sofa.
- Good for me! "Answered Manuel, as he tries to resist.
- Well then! "Michael is looking. Steady
.

Their noses are just inches away, courtesy of Michael.

-B-Well

. Manuel whispers, swallowing. Stands still for a while.

- Well! -That's when Michael realizes how ridiculous is your current situationOn-... You know what?
- know what
?

- ... Fuck. Miguel

presses her lips against Manuel with the abruptness of one who is too

accelerated. It has a few seconds until Manuel ends of assimilating, processing

action and begins to reciprocate the kiss. For a moment, Miguel believes that they will die for lack of oxygen, because you become lightheaded and a weird sensation in the chest.

(That's when he decided that, well, it's time to use the language.)

The language is magical

because Manuel sticks further and places a hand on his neck. The friction between them causes the stomach to give another turn. Somehow, Michael's hands slip down the back of Manuel. With

style, really.

... The noise that Manuel does in response is so, so little male

that Michael has the audacity to laugh

(without even breaking the contact, of course) on his face.

As a result, Manuel throws one of her killer looks more dismembered and pinched his side with a vengeance. Miguel jumps a little.
- Oe! -Snorting, angry. You are about what an idiot screaming is
kill the atmosphere, but Manuel pulls his shirt and gives him a look
whose clear message is "Why are not kissing crest, animal?"
. My

Guel shrugs and proceeds, of course.

If you insist.
Seriously, does heat
here. A Miguel you think your stomach has decided to replace left boiling cauldron. Manuel just slide your hands down her back, as an invitation to stop thinking of a bitch
time, seriously.
Miguel makes a sound, slide a hand through the chest of the other and proceeded to explore what's under that shirt. (It's an important mission.)

Manuel bites his lower lip. Miguel

groans and comes with desire, and proceeded to tamper with some abruptness, from the collarbone to the knees, pausing a moment on the thighs. Manuel pants and feel the urgent need aga
could be saved from something , anything to resist the guttural desperation that comes with sweltering heat and pleasant.
Suddenly Miguel pauses and looks

. Manuel has to blink a few times. Miguel


smiles.
smiles like a big fucking winner.

Winner. Capitalized.

And the winner is, starts to attack

Manuel neck.

(Manuel will deny it of course, but the cry was issued at that time and completely non-male.)
sports Miguel
While nibbling the clavicle (and leaving one another pacifier to make the conference a real CHTMManuel associated to a very grumpy.

"You have to make me breakfast. Idly-demand.

"Sure," smiles Michael. If it were not for me you would eat avocados every day.
Miguel enters and closes the door quietly behind him. Believes that this time, victory is absolutely yours and nobody in the world is able to snatch. be seen how much to feed Manuel to repeat.

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Title: are five thousand (minus one, minus two, minus three.)
Fandom: Latin Hetalia.
Characters / Pairs: Chile.
Rating: Suitable for all viewers ! 1!
Warnings: Erh. Three drabbles on the dictatorship.
Comments: CECIPUU PROMOTED ME TO DO THIS. I mean, she wrote on this topic by his country and was interested in the issue across the range too. The truth is that just wanted to play this. (Win if you notice the references to the poem by Victor Jara.)

DEDICATION: To osakaxsun my full d Cecipuuand win \u0026lt;3


1. That
tanks were crushing, they said. The shots within the walls rumble, that throw down and turn them into dust. Robenles encouragement to them, they said, running between those walls. What used to use your voice to go to mass instead of using it to scream.

(Let's hear the echo of the most horrible sound until the last day.)

Manuel was found unconscious, lying on the floor of an office. A shot in the chest and a mild concussion as dispatched to the hospital. Remember the resounding silence following the outbreaks. Remember the white lights on the roof of the hospital emergency room hallway.

(You do not know how to remember.) CHra that the only way to avoid hearing them is to stay awake. But it's hard not to look away when the light is so intense and your head is so tired.

anyone sitting next to her bed. Someone who loaded a gun and smoking a cheap cigar. Without turning his head, Manuel addresses him: -I hear voices through the walls-articulated words carefully, as if chewing. Your mouth feels dry. Seem to cry.

(
Is this what your seven days of wonder and work?
)

Your Guardian exhales a puff of smoke with absolute parsimony, staring at the bedroom door. Only hear the dripping whey Manuel.

"Do not worry. Are taking overthem.
But the cries
, Manuel wants to ask,
why not stop screaming?


Chile (Manuel) back to sleep.
3.
vaguely feels illustrated with respect to the sensation caused by receiving a look of pity. Among the clarity and distortion of the mind, does not even ask why you are getting one of those.

"That is what has to be. -States, but the words they feel alienated in your mouth. As if to depart from elsewhere or as if rebounding. Perhaps Arthur, on the other side of the room, was who issued them? "Arthur and his eyes full of pity that Manuel can not distinguish right?

"I appreciate your support