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Title: Turning tables.
Fandom: Latin Hetalia.
Characters / Pairs: Peru / Chile, Brazil / Argentina.
Rating: P YF PORN OF FAIL.
Warnings: ... There's porn in an unrelated subject, Martin is a prisoner of karma.
Comments: Remember the match Argentina vs Chile, 2008 to World Cup qualifiers in South Africa? Well, this fic that on the eve of that. This is so boring, ordinary, bland and graceless worth just keep your secret here but SOB. I'm glad I removed the idea of the head.
Summary: Where Martín and Manuel are idiots and --- no, just soest bet?

- And why the fuck would I bet you, asshole? -Manuel sighed, squinting. It fits with the index finger glasses that have slipped through the bridge of his nose. Look at Martin for a moment and frowns. Do not eat that, it's my dinner. "Do not be rat-a microwave Martin stops and takes the food, and then nailed the fork going to sit on the floor in front of Manuel. Dale, Betting. That Ortiva you are!

- If you say yes leave me alone? Manuel asks, looking at Martin with a critical eye, watching in pain as
swallows his dinner. (Or what would have been
dinner.)
- Totally! -NodsMartin, with his mouth full What say you? Manuel
purses her lips, pressing them in a thin line. Would not be as spoiler, much less as a coward.
"Okay, clicks his tongue. But I choose the rules. Martin makes a gesture of indifference by hand and continues chewing before speaking again. "Like you, accepts you fancy, very confianzudo. After all, it is he who will win that game "What you have in mind?
-Mmm-Manuel takes a hand to his chin thoughtfully, tapping her fingers. The loser will be subject to torture that the winner chooses.
(Something told Manuel that he was signing his death sentence.)
"Done. -Smiles Martin, with all the teeth. A Manuel reminds him of a velociraptor (but more fair and more ugly.)

That evening, Martin went home happy.

... Manuel just looked at the calendar and counted how many days you were before losing their dignity.




Day 2

Miguel courses through the chest with his hands, humming a silly song, something like a waltz. Manuel, still beneath him, trapped between his body and the surface of the bed, not sure sure if it should matter or not. Miguel pinches a bit, here and there, separating the legs with one knee, sliding slowly to touch his groin. "You look

stop being so stupid. It's just a game

.

- E-Are you kidding? "Manuel is held around his torso, arms, moving at the same time. Michael hugs his legs, thighs pressing against her hips-qualifiers are the fucking! (In which, incidentally, I've been making puree.)

While moving, hurrying a little more, Michael lifts his head and raises an eyebrow, watching with some annoyance. Thanks for reminding me, unhappy. Manuel

Kiss on the lips, gently and slowly, as if they had all the time universe. Manuel responds by moving his lips slightly awkward, dipping their fingers in the hair of Michael and anxiety. -Tengon some annoyance.

Luciano's smile widens.

"Remember that you and I have a special bet too, crooning, raising his hand a little more of Martin's leg and squeezing a little more, stroking harder.

Beside them, Manuel calmly drinks her tea, while looking at his watch with some boredom.
-Peer
idiots.



Day 4


Miguel wants to force through his nose and rubbed both eyes with one hand. Sip a bit, swearing not to have tissues on hand, while feeling as tears fall down her face nonstop.

"Hell, this onion is powerful, grumbles, trying to slice the onion corender.

After the second time, Manuel is already dancing polka Luciano arm.

- I won! Delighted shouts, spinning with Luciano-won, won, won, won

! Miguel laughs fun to watch and turns to Martin to smile.

"Oh, come on, give a pat on the back to the host. Better luck next time!

Martin still can not believe

.



Final Day


Martin swallows loudly, cold sweating and trying to maintain composure. Sitting in a chair, drumming his fingers on one of his thighs. Only using one Zung, what makes you feel that your diCnidus was more impaired than ever and continues to look with anxiety the kitchen door, taking seriously run away and escape from his penance.

But you will, of course. Do not lose what little dignity you have left and take the consequences of their loss with a total face drama, became a tragic hero handsome.
- wax or honey? -A pack in each hand, Manuel see products with genuine curiosity, not understanding them at all. Miguel Luciano and look out over her shoulders, looking at the boxes and studying the possibilities.
"I heard that honey sticks more," says Luciano. I say, it sticks better.

- So it's more ... quick? Asks Michael. CHTMLX

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TMLXC The contrast between the temperatures of ceviche and rice makes it extremely palatable and is so grateful that you
congratulate the chef: "I'm a genius," muses while enjoying the food, chewing rapidly. A genius of the first.
-Keep it up and you will become blond, noisy and ugly
. Miguel da jumped in surprise and turned to see Manuel somewhat stunned, wondering what just finished showering. Manuel looks at him, leaning on the doorframe of the kitchen with a raised eyebrow and wry. It crossed his arms and drummed his fingers on one elbow.
-You are late today-hawks,without leaving your site. "Drama at the airport?
"Oh, no" growls Miguel. Congestion. "That you get for cum during peak hours
, jerk-Manuel squints his eyes and grab an empty chair to sit next to Miguel. I told you earlier vinieras to make it remove the traffic. Miguel sighed, too tired to be lectured.
"Whatever. I'm here, do not get heavy-sighing, spooning a mound of rice last. I'm so

knackered.

Miguel finished eating and slides to be semi lying on the chair, placing his hands on your stomach and patting to indicate thattá completely happy and satisfied. Manuel I scan his eyes, watching it gradually becomes a jelly

. Hawks and rolls up his shirt to see the time on your watch.

"I have a meeting with your brother in an hour and a half, passing a hand through his hair and sighs. It

Friday. - he comes here? Miguel asks-Is in the palace?

Manuel nods, squinting. Miguel returns to hawk and feel somewhat dismayed.

- Does it hurt your throat? "It



Friday, idiot. Manuel repeats the words carefully slid out of his mouth, the dry tone of his voice giving way éemphasis to make them appear as obvious. Miguel scratches his head, not understanding "Oh .

(can not help letting out a laugh.) "I have told you before," he jokes. How much time do we have?

"Forty-five minutes, estimated Manuel, with a clinical expression on his face, getting up to sit astride the legs of Michael and putting his hands on his shoulders. A slight blush makes your expression would not be taken seriously. If I am late and I fall behind, your brother will give me the can until next year.

"Do not be whining," laughs Michael, his voice hoarse, starting to feel a little anxious. His hands down the sides dManuel torso up and down slowly through your waist. July is not that they can. -A me it gives me. -Mumbles, quietly cursing and regretting having to go to meet later in July. Michael was silent trapping her lips to his, nibbling a little with a smile firmly planted on the face. One hand fight a deadly battle with the belt buckle. (And how you teased Manuel belts, dammit.)

- Did you read the referendum which I commanded thee? Manuel whispers against his lips, inquisitive. Want it to be shit quickie demand. Miguel

swallows, starting to massage her crotch. You have two options:

1. Lying and Mapologizes rdón-Miguel, a little distracted in the important work of getting rid of the pants of both. I was, and now. Do not get tricky.

I do not know why I'm not surprised, "sighs Manuel, robbing Miguel of his tie, sliding his hands over her chest. Pauses and looks at his watch. "We are thirty-five minutes growled, rising a little to get rid of his pants. And I need at least fifteen to fix later.
-Ni
you went to a meeting of the OECD. "Laughs Michael, kicking off his own pants. Manuel grabs the neck and plant a kiss on the lips longer and place free hand on her hip. Manuel mutters something incomprehensible, asorochadoand lays a hand on Michael to position it well. It takes a couple of minutes and then put together properly in a more comfortable position, with Manuel still sitting astride Miguel and Miguel being within him.

"Twenty minutes," gasps crest Manuel "What are you waiting for? What showered guinea pigs? M-Move Now -D-Give me a moment, will you? "Claims Miguel breath, rapid breathing somewhat. You always get so demanding, asshole.

"I have not got all day. Growled in response. Miguel takes a breath, anxious, and hides her face at the juncture of the neck of Manuel. Set a comfortable pace for both, first slowly and then more quickly, feeling like the hands of Manuel grip with mas firmly on his shoulders, slowly scratching. - "So What is right? -Miguel pants, his hands holding tightly to Manuel at the hips. Manuel nods, closing his eyes tightly and bit her lower lip to stifle the odd noise, I promise to read the referendum then, seriously.

"You better slow-groaning, moving in response to swinging. Charge me with having to go chasing these things. "Then do not," murmured Michael against her neck, nibbling the collarbone area. You're too obsessed.

"And you're a complete idiot-pants, digging his fingers through his hair at the nape of Miguel. D-Ten minutes. Miguel

rammed a couple ofmore times and both end with a gap of few seconds. Manuel rises, some trembling, groping in the table and looking for something to clean them both. They kiss for a while and then Manuel runs to be presentable. Once dressed, Miguel offers a glass of water.

- Bring my brother for dinner? Miguel blink-puppy-faced, watching as Manuel drink a glass of water in one sitting.

"Do not promise anything" she says, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. Some blushed, take the hand of Michael and shakes him. See you later. Miguel smiles from ear to ear, being marked dimples in her cheeks. Manuel caresses the hand lazily and then let it go.

-hab fun