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Choose a verse of the song (one or two or four lines, whatever makes sense), gimme a Latin Hetalia character or a pairing and I'll write you something.

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Falling Away With You - Muse

I can't remember when it was good
Moments of happiness elude
Maybe I just misunderstood

All of the love we left behind
Watching the flash backs intertwine
Memories I will never find

So I'll love whatever you become
And forget the reckless things we've done
I think our lives have just begun
I think our lives have just begun

And I'll feel my world crumbling
I'll feel my life crumbling
I'll feel my soul crumbling away
And falling away
Falling away with you

Staying awake to chase a dream
Tasting the air you're breathing in
I know I won't forget a thing

Promise to hold you close and pray
Watching the fantasies decay
Nothing will ever stay the same

All of the love we threw away
All of the hopes we cherished fade
Making the same mistakes again
Making the same mistakes again

I can feel my world crumbling
I can feel my life crumbling
I can feel my soul crumbling away
And falling away
Falling away with you

All of the love we've left behind
Watching the flash backs intertwine
Memories I will never find
Memories I will never find

Date: 2011-12-04 02:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] berseker.livejournal.com
So I'll love whatever you become
And forget the reckless things we've done


BR/ARG. The boys or the girls ♥

Date: 2011-12-20 10:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] melissa-42.livejournal.com
Portugal was a bitter old man living in the past, but Luciana wanted no part of that mentality. Oh, sure she could run her regrets into the ground, the should-haves, would-haves, and could-haves, until she was gasping for breath in a sea of contrition, but she did not revel in it. She looked to the future. She looked to hope and opportunity, to growth and change. When Portugal asked how she could forget all about the past, all about the heartache and the conflict, she laughed and told him that he just didn't get it. He raised an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes.

It wasn't that she could totally forget the past. She remembered the tears and the blood and the screams. She also remembered the sound of glory and the scent of progress. She remembered the fights with her neighbors, so intense that she hadn't believed they would ever overcome them.

But the thing is, they did. And she knew that the future would always bring change, a continuous cycle of new beginnings that would lead them to whatever destiny awaited them.

-

Martina sat on a pillow on the floor with her back to the couch, eyes glued to the television across from her. Behind her, Luciana held her golden hair in one hand and tapped the crown of her head with the other.

"Quit squirming around unless you want me to pull your hair out," Luciana ordered, giving a warning tug when Martina turned around to glare at her.

"I'm not squirming," Martina countered. "Ow— Cut it out!"

"I warned—" Luciana tried to say, but she was cut off by Martina scrambling on top of her. They grappled in a flurry of limbs and hair until Luciana hooked her feet around Martina's kicking legs and pinned her wrists beside her head. She pecked Martina's scowl. "I win."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Martina replied, but after a moment, her body relaxed enough that Luciana felt she could safely release her arms without having to worry about getting a black eye.

With one hand, Luciana cupped her cheek while the other threaded through what was left of Martina's loosened braids. "You pulled out all my hard work."

"I guess you'll just have to start over."

Martina's slow, sly smile almost made Luciana wonder if this was all just a giant ploy to get her to spend as much time as possible with her hands in Martina's hair, but she doubted the other nation had enough foresight to even consider such a plan.

This time they both stayed on the couch with Martina seated in Luciana's lap. Luciana brushed the tangles from Martina's hair with her fingertips before separating the locks and laying them over each other—left, right, left, right. The date flashed in the corner of the television while the commentators argued over a play they had missed while tussling. December 10th. Portugal had called when she was still half asleep and asked if she was really planning on hanging out with "Spain's brat" today, as if they hadn't been independent for nearly 200 years. She had politely told him where he could shove his archaic opinions about international relations and hung up, but not before asking if their dinner plans were still on for Tuesday. (They were)

Martina sighed happily as Luciana's finger rubbed against her scalp, and over the round of her cheek Luciana could see her bite her lip as she blew against her ear.

"I'm almost finished," she whispered, soft enough to be barely heard over the television, loud enough to blot out the discord of years past.

Date: 2011-12-21 12:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] berseker.livejournal.com
THIS WAS GORGEOUS.

The first part was so beautiful and perfect, and it shows exactly how her soul works and how precious she is &hearts (what, she is). And it's so beautiful and touching. And aaaaaw she's playing with Tina's hair. And it's all so perfect. And then Portugal. I'M MELTING.

I loved this <3<3<3

Date: 2011-12-04 02:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ilye-aru.livejournal.com
Staying awake to chase a dream
Tasting the air you're breathing in
I know I won't forget a thing


PECHI BECAUSE I'M A VERY CREATIVE PERSON.

Date: 2011-12-10 11:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] melissa-42.livejournal.com
Miguel is only silent when he sleeps.

Well, not completely silent, but he's at least a lot quieter than any other time of day or night. He snores and grinds his teeth and mumbles nonsense under his breath, but that's all easy enough for Manuel to ignore. Manuel can pretend that he's silent, and if he stays awake for just an hour longer, or if he awakens just an hour earlier, he can watch Miguel as he sleeps, quiet and still.

Well, not completely still because he rolls around restlessly and kicks and pulls the blankets every which way and smacks Manuel's arm out of the way in an unconscious movement when Manuel rubs a finger against his noise or ear just lightly enough to tickle.

That's all besides the point. Like this, not quite silent and not quite still, Manuel can watch Miguel unimpeded. He can lie as close as he'd like to him, and no one will think anything of it. He can share the same, moist air as him. He can watch the soft light of the moon or the warmth of the sunrise throw streams of silver and gold across Miguel's face, and he doesn't have to feel such acute embarrassment because it's only him, Miguel, and a snapshot in time.

He can listen to the sound of his own name whispered softly against the pillows.

So maybe it's a good thing that Miguel isn't all that silent, even when he sleeps.

Date: 2011-12-14 05:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ilye-aru.livejournal.com
I'M SORRY I DISAPPEARED FOR SO LONG SAKJHSAJHB THIS IS PERFECT AND I'M IN LOVE WITH IT.

They are adorable and Miguel is so cute and awww MANUEL YOU SO SILLY.

Date: 2011-12-04 02:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] onionnekoryuu.livejournal.com
"All of the love we left behind
Watching the flash backs intertwine
Memories I will never find"
YES. ANGSTY BRAPAR- caus I already asked for ParaUru ;A;!!!

Date: 2011-12-12 01:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] melissa-42.livejournal.com
They sit shoulder to shoulder on a bench in the Plaza across from the National Pantheon of Heroes, lapping at their quickly melting ice cream as they watch a pair of elderly pilgrims make their way up the steps with as much solemnity as they can muster tottering on frail limbs. The sun is intense, burning in Luciano's hair and drawing beads of sweat along his brow and on the back of his neck. Daniel smiles at him from behind his ice cream, his cheeks and forehead reddened from the heat. In the back of his mind, Luciano feels slightly guilty sitting in this specific spot, doing something so innocuous as eating ice cream in front of a memorial to a people he nearly helped destroyed, and that's...it makes him wonder how obvious it is. Daniel waves at a young girl who is chasing scavenging birds across the plaza, nearly losing his ice cream in the process. He licks the drops running down his forearm and grins at Luciano, who tries to grin back without feeling so...so out of place. Like he doesn't deserve to be here.

Daniel inclines his head to the white dome of the Pantheon of Heroes. "Do you want to go in when we're done?"

Luciano has visited the memorial nearly every time he comes to Asunción because he still hasn't found a way to say no.

They make it inside just in time to watch the changing of the guards, and beside him Luciano can hear Daniel's breath stutter, which is amazing, since he can barely hear anything else over the thundering of his heart in his ears, like the footfalls of a thousand soldiers staggering along a dusty road. He swallows heavily and shivers despite the heat. After murmuring a prayer, Daniel squeezes his arm, jolting him back to reality.

"Ready to go?" Daniel asks.

It seems like they haven't even been inside for five minutes, but Luciano always loses track of time here. His eyes are dry and is throat is a tight knot as he whispers, "I—"

"You don't have to say it," Daniel replies. "I know."

Date: 2011-12-12 12:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] onionnekoryuu.livejournal.com
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I already told you how I felt towards this fic ;A;!!
IT was so beautiful, so natural and so perfect *loves you forever*
THANK YOU VERY MUCH I LOVED IT ;A;

Date: 2011-12-04 03:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aluha.livejournal.com
I'll feel my soul crumbling away
And falling away
Falling away with you


Br/Arg ^_^

Date: 2011-12-13 03:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] melissa-42.livejournal.com
With all their history, Martín feels like he probably shouldn't do this, like he should stand strong on principle even though they're technically allies now. That he probably shouldn't feel like he's crumbling, like Luciano's persistence and, God, Luciano hasn't really done anything besides be incredibly annoying, but he's still eroding Martín's resolve piece by piece.

And this should not be happening because it's Brazil for Christ's sake; it's Luciano. How do the two most powerful countries on the southern half of the continent interact without tearing each other apart? Martín still feels like he's walking blind into the bear cave, but at least he's getting the hang of it now since that first meeting. Well not the first first one, but the first one since...well. That was in the past.

At the not really first meeting, Martín gritted his teeth and tried to keep the pieces of his sanity from spilling over his tongue as Luciano stared in apparent boredom at their miniature crisscrossed flags in the center of the table. The Brazilian's leg bounced in agitation, and Martín could practically feel the movement jolting in his teeth. After five minutes spent wishing he could kick Luciano under the unfortunately too wide table, he finally slammed his pen down on the glossy wood, drawing disapproving looks from their bosses.

He didn't bother explaining himself to them beyond a shrug and a stare, but Luciano had stopped fidgeting, which was the ultimate goal. However, he had begun staring at Martín with his mouth quirked in something that might have been a smile had it not been so tight. His eyes were a tired reflection of Martín's own, and he didn't look as...hostile as Martín would have expected. And Martín had to admit that maybe he wasn't as good at predicting the future and people's actions as he thought he had been, but he knew that Luciano was with him, maybe like no one had been in years.

That was just the beginning, the first crack in the glass. Martín couldn't have guessed that Luciano might break him down so thoroughly, and without even meaning to. There is finally peace, or something like it at last, but Martín still feels like he needs to stay on guard before there is nothing left of his dignity.

Nothing left like when Luciano sidles up to him in a meeting and brushes a hand along his arm like it's completely normal, and it is completely normal now. Or when Luciano calls him up in the middle of the afternoon on a Saturday just to say hello, and then Martín can hear the pout in his voice when he says he has to go.

And maybe...maybe it wouldn't be so bad to let this happen. Maybe if he keeps it on his terms, he won't fall too far.

Date: 2011-12-13 03:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] melissa-42.livejournal.com
Luciano radiates warmth, even when he's shivering and complaining about the heat in Martín's house in the middle of winter, so it's more out of practicality than anything else that Martín let's him curl up against him, but only when no one else is around. It's fine like that because he can still kick Luciano out for drooling on him in his sleep, and he should do just that, but he doesn't, so Luciano takes this as permission to completely disrespect Martín's personal space. At first it's just kisses on the cheek, which are nothing really, but then it's his temples and his shoulders and the top of his head when Luciano is leaning against him on the couch. Then Luciano thinks that it's alright to hold his hand under the table at meetings and rub his feet against his calf. Still, while Luciano's lips and fingertips might burn his skin, they don't herald the end of the world, so Martín doesn't make a big deal out of it. He tells himself that he's still in control.

Some things haven't really changed. They still scream and argue and throw punches, but when Luciano decides that he can end a fight by biting Martín's lips, Martín realizes that maybe he needs to reevaluate what 'in control' means. Maybe, he whispers against a dark nest of hair as they both gasp for breath in the suffocating heat of his bedroom, he needs set Luciano straight as to what's going to happen between them now.

"So what do you think is going to happen between us?" Luciano asks him, tightening his arms around his waist with a smile, flattening his sweaty palms against the small of Martín's back.

Martín doesn't feel like answering that right now, choosing instead to distract Luciano with another kiss.

Date: 2011-12-17 04:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aluha.livejournal.com
Ahaa I knew I wasn't crazy! Cuz I read this version of your fic by my email, and then I read it at tumblr and thought I had missed a part hohohoh

But, anyway, everything's just so sweet! I love when Martin tries to hide his love & passion <33

And this last line "maybe if he keeps it on his terms, he won't fall too far" made me go all awwww <33 It's simple and straight and lovely, cuz he's totally trying and failing to control himself.

And, about the extra part you wrote at your tumblr, I was amazed to see how he never admits what's going on. I mean, he starts thinking about how they got to hold hands and sleep together, but you only mentioned the kiss at the end. For me, it made Martin look like he was even more "falling away" <3

Date: 2011-12-17 04:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aluha.livejournal.com
Actually, I just saw I misunderstood everything D:

But it's all my email's fault, and my comment remains valid, so you please just ignore my noobness, okay?

Tons of hearts to you <333

Date: 2011-12-20 10:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] melissa-42.livejournal.com
I'm glad you liked it! Martín is so obvious when he's in denial. <3

(Ugh, LJ has such silly comment limits. Sorry it confused you!)

Date: 2011-12-04 04:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] oreo-ornament.livejournal.com
I can't remember when it was good
Moments of happiness elude
Maybe I just misunderstood


Hm...challenge! ArgUru. :D

Date: 2011-12-09 06:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] melissa-42.livejournal.com
The smoke curled in lazy swirls from Martín's cigarette, tangling in the air and tickling the ceiling. He tapped the ashes off the tip into a small, white saucer, dusting grey and black specks across the counter when he didn't make it in time. With one hand he swiped the mess onto the floor before returning to read the paper laid out before him. There was something about a political scandal in some European country on the front page, nothing surprising really, and besides, Martín would get to hear about it first hand in a week or so, so he flipped past to the sports section to see what the Uruguayan commentators had to say about the game they had lost against Argentina.

He did not look up when Sebastián entered the room, until his cousin cleared his throat. Only then did he reluctantly tear his eyes from the paper to raise an eyebrow at him.

"Good morning to you too," he said, attempting to read Sebastián's impassive features with little success.

"You can't smoke in here," Sebastián replied, which was a lie because the air in his kitchen always carried a light scent of tobacco that Martín knew could not be attributed solely to his infrequent visits.

"This is about last night, isn't it? Would you just get over yourself—"

Sebastián spoke over him, lifting his chin as he said, "You can smoke outside if you're so inclined."

It was the peak of winter, and while the weather was really not that bad compared to some of his more remote regions, like hell Martín was going to put on a jacket just to have a goddamn smoke.

Sebastián's jaw twitched as Martín took another drag from his cigarette, the end glowing livid orange for a moment before he pursed his lips and blew the smoke out in a stream aimed directly at his cousin.

Date: 2011-12-12 12:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] onionnekoryuu.livejournal.com
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD @A@♥

Date: 2011-12-13 03:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] onionnekoryuu.livejournal.com
hkfbshahgbdjhkfhndflsjhlndfkh OF COURSE OMG Odfkjsgnfdhsd!!

Date: 2011-12-04 09:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] melocotonisma.livejournal.com
All of the love we left behind
Watching the flash backs intertwine
Memories I will never find


PECHI \o/ I'm predictable.

Date: 2011-12-13 05:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] melissa-42.livejournal.com
Based off this article.



"So, yeah." Manuel stared at the heavy, leather bound book in his hands instead of Miguel as he spoke. "This is just supposed to be symbolic. We're shipping the rest to you."

Miguel knew it was the closest thing to an apology he would get out of Manuel—at least to his face. Maybe if he pretended to fall asleep on him later, Manuel would whisper something a little more contrite in his ear. For now, he took the book and flipped it open to a random page near the middle.

"Oh, wow, I thought I'd never get this back," he said, closing the book with a snap that made Manuel cringe.

"I shouldn't have bothered if you're just going to treat them like shit," Manuel growled.

"You're in no position to tell me how to treat something you stole from me," Miguel retorted before he could stop himself.

Manuel clenched his fists, flushing brilliantly as his eyes darkened. As a precaution, Miguel lifted the book in front of his face. There was a long moment of silence before Manuel took a deep breath and said, "This is supposed to help improve our relations."

Miguel lowered the book enough to peer over it. He wondered if Manuel really wanted to improve relations, or if he was just regurgitating what his politicians were telling him. For all he knew, Manuel never regretted letting his soldiers ransack the National Library and was only doing this as a publicity stunt. There was still plenty of bitterness between them, old, rotten memories that sprung up and ruined his day when he least expected them too, but Miguel wanted to believe that Manuel wanted to make things better. If Manuel was willing to make some concessions, then Miguel was too.

"Then we'll waive the late fees," he said with a grin.

Manuel scowled, and Miguel lamented the fact the his neighbor had no sense of humor, but then Manuel's eyes drifted down for a moment before his face relaxed and he looked up again.

"You'd better."

It would have been easy to laugh and tell Manuel that he had terrible come-backs, but that would probably defeat the purpose of this little 'moment' they were having, so he wisely kept his mouth shut and instead pulled Manuel into a back breaking hug, squeezing the book in between their chests. Manuel squawked in protest, something about do you know how old that book is, idiot? but Miguel ignored him as he smiled against his shoulder.

Date: 2011-12-11 12:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dita-lov.livejournal.com
I see all the good verse are choosen ;U;

So..


Promise to hold you close and pray
Watching the fantasies decay
Nothing will ever stay the same

BR/ARG pretty pleaase C:

Date: 2011-12-16 04:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] melissa-42.livejournal.com
Takes place around the beginning of the 1999-2002 economic crisis

After two weeks spent cursing Martín through his answering machine for ignoring him, Luciano showed up on his doorstep vowing to break in through the window if he had to. As soon as Martín opened the door and recognized who his visitor was, he tried to slam it in Luciano's face, but not before Luciano managed to wedge a foot next to the jamb.

"C'mon, just let me in," Luciano pleaded. "You can't just ignore all my calls and then expect me to sit around twiddling my thumbs until you decide to contact me."

Martín's hair was a tangle of gold, falling limp and dirty in front of the smear of bruises around his eyes. His breath was shallow and his skin was frighteningly ashen, and when he turned around without a word, Luciano frowned at the way his shirt hung from his too bony shoulders. He followed him to the kitchen, where Martín pulled out a single glass and filled it with water, leaning against the counter while refusing to look at Luciano.

"So...how are you?" Luciano asked, wrinkling his nose at the sharp odor permeating the air around him; Martín hadn't smelled this bad since the war.

Martín snorted, opened his mouth to say something, but then must have thought better of it because he bit his lip instead, staring at his glass. His hands shook faintly, and Luciano wondered if he would feel his heart racing if he pressed a hand to his chest.

"Martín—"

"Get out of my house." His voice was low and gravelly, almost too low for Luciano to hear.

"Hey, you don't have to take it out on me—"

"What part of 'get out' do you not understand?" The glass slipped through his grasp, shattering on the ground with an ear splitting crash. "Damnit!" He bent down and began scooping up the shards, slicing his fingers open and dripping scarlet across the tiles.

Grabbing his wrists, Luciano yanked his hands from the mess, holding tightly even as Martín struggled against him. He was too weak for Luciano's liking, and it made something flip nastily in his stomach. Granted, Luciano wasn't feeling at his top either, but Martín...Martín scared him. He pulled them both up so they wouldn't fall on the glass shards and pinned Martín against the counter with his arms behind his back in a parody of a hug.

"It's all gone to shit," he heard Martín hiss through clenched teeth. For a few seconds he considered what he could say to him to make it better; when he came up with nothing, he squeezed his arms around Martín and hid his face against his shoulder.

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