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Game Update 5-27-10SULK D:
BULL'S EAR D:
BULL IN GENERAL D:
MATT VICTORY'S HAIR D:
MATT VICTORY'S BIG TOE D:
MATT'S CREEPY EYES D:
YOUR NOT-SO-CREEPY EYES D:
VALENTINE'S DAY D:
ST. PATTY'S DAY D:
PEDO BEAR D:
MAPLE TREE D:
MAPLE SYRUP D:
MY SOCIAL STUDIES PROJECT D:
ON STRIKE D:
KRUSTY KRAB D:
THE BEACH D:
PICK UP D:
DRIVE THRU D:
BURGER KING D:
FRUIT SMOOTHIE D:
VEGETABLE SMOOTHIE D:
Random Fanfiction MemeName twelve of your favorite Axis Powers Hetalia characters in any order.
10. Hong Kong
1) Have you read a five/ten fic before?
Spain/Hong Kong? Fuck no.
2) Do you think three is hot? How hot?
Romano? He's sexy, for God's sake. (And it doesn't hurt that I like Italian
3) What would happen if six got one pregnant?
Iceland got Prussia pregnant? That'd be seriously screwed up right there. A demonic half-albino lovechild with a fetish for puffins. Wow.
4) Do you recall any good fics about nine?
Good fanfics about Italy? Yes, but they've almost always been smut
5) Would seven and two make a good couple?
Sweden and Canada? Not in my opinion, but I've always had a thing for canon, so whatever floats your boat, I guess.
6) Four/eight or four/nine?
England/Greece or England/Italy? I could imagine Italy teachin
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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