Bladder Infections Condition_symptoms Drabbles

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

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mentary: He was on the bus back to Terrepotolandia
Conception when I read an article on the bicentennial and as we approach the bicentennial of Argentina and ours, and blabla and I thought it would be fun to write the reminiscences of a character. In the end, I ended up choosing to Martin because I've always wanted to write and work more. Fic beteado by

kororo_minamoto
, as always. ILU SO MUCH, NATS. DEDICATION: To all my amiguis Argentine my flist, especially

berrylandia , osakaxsun

and riot_of_flowers with a head full of magic crack sparkloso and cause me so stroke. HAPPY BICENTENNIAL , 3, 1 The first time is not a slam per se, no, it is rather a salad knuckles slamming into his nose. Martin remembers well that recalls the swelling and the absurd amount of blood that gushed out of his nose hurt, twisting purple lump on the bridge of his nose perfect. also recalls Manuel's face, of course. Coloradísimo Ears MLXC
The second time is more intimate, he recalls. They are bigger, more aware of what they are and maybe (and only maybe
) something more mature. They are not children but adults also. Therefore, the weight of their decisions can easily end up suffocating.
still depend on his father, that nation away that comes and goes. It causes some discomfort in their heads, with their rules and restrictions. Martin remembers being unhappy, drowned by the frustration of one who discovers overnight the bars that isolate it from the rest of the world. Do not remember when it began to aspire for great things, by the end of restrictions, by the responses of Antonio or learn more about the world. CH
TMLXC not remember when she started looking for the hand of Manuel. Do not know how it started to want to see your eyes are bad, your puny size. He has not the slightest idea of how he began to long for a smile that had rarely ever seen and fewer know why it decided it would be interesting to try his luck and kiss that damn idiot grumpy. (

Grumpy was an adjective used to describe very well to Manuel as a child and have not stained permanent bitterness then seized him by the rest of his life.)

Martin did not even bother dig into your brain to find the glorious memory, because it is as clear as a painter with a fresh oil. It is absurd, as all las things you do when you're young and stupid. Then the oil goes like this:

Manuel and Antonio are visiting your home. It's summer and the sun bathes the room of Martin with a soporific heat, able to stun even the most hardened man. As proof, Antonio quietly immersed in a nap in one of the rooms in the main house.

(dreams of gold and grandeur. Maybe some sadness. Perhaps the sad eyes of a child hidden in a garden of tomatoes.)

Manuel Martín and crawl around the garden room. Fight over something stupid that is no longer fit in the memory of Martin. (Must have been because of the stubbornness of Manuel, anyway.)

Manuel toreached adulthood, where Martin had achieved such great things that made him feel like the owner of the world's highest peak, when he could contemplate himself and swell of pride that was still pure, flowing from the people, the guerrillas, the rebels and the promises of freedom. Saying goodbye



Antonio never found it bitter. For Martin, there was no sweeter feeling than to feel his own master for the first time in his life. As Martin loved that feeling, I needed to get rid of the influence of Antonio altogether.

That was how the desire for freedom of Manuel I had a chance. Should be free all or none end up that way. And, fortunately, Manuel always hiscold of a serious problem of discontent and rebellion. Give a boost and help out was a breeze. But the process is not so much. He recalls with dismay

the time that Mendoza was a haven for Manuel, who, wounded, swam in his room like a caged lion before the calm eyes of Martin.

's going to come for me now, "Manuel muttered aloud, the unhappy intends to use crushed me in this battle. Knows that the Patriots are divided. Shit, shit, shit

.

-A you should ask yourself is what you tie to the bed and put a muzzle-Martin's eyes. We're going to think of something.

- is easier said than done! Martin smiled

view, half amused and dismayed. Manuel practically fuming by the ears and it seemed that any time he would give something

. Or they end up digging a hole in the floor, after all spin.

"Rest, then we will do. -andate fuck, Martin.

Maybe it was the heat source of the anger of the moment, the fear of being repressed again. Perhaps it was the waste of adrenaline that invaded the blood of Manuel after that battle lost in a disaster. Perhaps it was simply because they were surprised, but somehow or another, ended up lying on the ground, entangled in a tangle of limbs that at first glance no one could have understood very clforce to leave their knuckles white, firm without a peep. No insult, no word. Nothing.

"Now you have a war you must keep fighting, do not, hey? "Martin seems that the concern is not pervasive, fear not suffocation. Apparently he does not know where it goes or where it wants to go

.

Instead, Manuel does not appear. It looks just how you feel.

(Martin feels his stomach gives rollover when he realizes that Michael has been a permanent part of the heart of Manuel.)

This time, Manuel turns and closes the door softly behind him. Martin covers those doors for hours and feel stuck in their ears a damn echo that seems to last if, No. A Martin was handled in secret

.)
- Why the hell did you have to give way to England, Manuel? Demanded to know. His eyes wide with pure rage and his screams echoed throughout the room.
Manuel did not even look. And that made Martin is furious that go out and hit the door, it bounced off his face, smashing his nose and lower lip.

This time he went quietly cursing and trying to ignore the shivers that led to his visit.


6



-Manuel, I rebelled your system completely up early with the hens, "growled Martin, hiding under the covers," and you should be asleepback to bed. He sighs, gets up and wrapped in a blanket. Where's your clothes?
"It's never too early to fuck you, asshole," she devotes her best smile as he collects his clothes from the floor. Besides, you know that you can not live without me.

Manuel leaves the bathroom and slapped her long neck, incidentally.

- Do you know Martin? Sometimes you really

unbearable. Martin

crooked smiles.

"Sure, I kept lying to you. Now give me a kiss.

-
In your dreams.
Martin shrugs, goes to the bathroom to take a shower. She dresses quickly, helps Manuel with the knot of his necktiesta, looking for some breakfast in the kitchen and takes another turn for the bathroom to brush your teeth. On the mirror's reflection can to see Manuel, standing in the doorway, like so many times.

(most common is the image he has of him.)
Rato later, they come together through the front door, say goodbye with a wave of his hand and undertake different directions.