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AXIS POWERS HETALIA: BelarusxNorway fic snippetIt was a well-known fact that Natalia Arlovskaya was a violent young woman, far too fond of using violence and her good looks to either charm or bully people into doing what she told them; some said the last boy to date her had lasted five minutes and had had every finger on both hands broken before Natalia had thrown him through the window and left. But then, reasoned most, with an older half-brother like that, you could hardly blame her. 'Mad' Ivan Braginsky, the pipe-wielding, vodka swigging Mafiya man had raised Natalia from near birth, and the two were thick as thieves, Natalia often accompanying Ivan on his protection racket rounds, taking delight in holding down 'clients' if they couldn't find the money straight away and needed to wrack their brains. Some said, whispered rather, that Natalia didn't just look up to her brother, but loved him, to an obsessive, disturbing extent; Raivis, the young Latvian that Russia kept around as a mix of housekeeper and butler and maid had once
A meeting in Tokyo
I looked up from my book; somehow, I'd been so engrossed in reading I hadn't noticed that I hadn't noticed that the train had dashed through a half dozen stations, headed into the heart of the metropolis. This guy, compared to almost everyone on the train…looked almost unreal, a video game character or idol fallen to earth, and, glancing over at the other side of the train, I could see a few girls pointing, their fervent conversation masked by the onward passage of the train. A couple of studs in his ear, another couple in his face, his hair messy, mostly dyed blonde, but for directly over his left eye, where it was dyed bright, almost tomato red. A slight grin, exposing a mouth of relatively normal teeth, though, through fighting, or decay, one of his canines was entirely missing.
'Mind if I sit here?'
I stared at him for a few seconds. It looked like a cosplay. No-one could possibly wear that from day to day. Yes, that must be it. And after all, this train did pass through Hara
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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