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Yoskiez~! ç(Yes this is a word I use IRL)
Nothin' much to say, 'cept that if you're reading this, and are not Natsubleu, thanks for supporting this. I guess.
Personally I feel like a sick fuck for even writing this shit, but eh, who gives a damn. *shrugs*
Just in case ya don't make it to the end, I'm gonna shameless advertise a story or two here.
Hetalia: Souls of My World by Vine8Ky. Coming out soon…DON'T RUSH ME!
World is Ours (look for it in the community Enter the Globe)
Anything by Tailsdoll123 (just read all her stories)
TERRA by Akirawolf…kinda forgot the username, and I have absolutely no internet access
Yeah. I like porn. ;)
"Ah!"
She felt herself subconsciously lift her head to allow more access to the firm, possessive kisses. Her chocolate hands clenched his blond tresses harder as he suck the spot below her collar. Another moan escaped her and he smirked against her skin.
"Mm, wait," Melanie gasped, attempting to think coherently. The man above her groaned, pausing his actions nonetheless. His intense gaze made Melanie temporarily berate herself for making him stop, but she had to know.
"It…er, well." Gawd this was not the time to be a stuttering mess. Taking a moment to think she began with, "will you stay? N-not that you have to, but um…."
His pale hands gathered her intensely flushed face, his light colored eyes softened as they gazed at her with so much love and affection than she ever thought possible.
"Always and forever, love." He gently pressed his lips against hers in a sort of chaste kiss. Her heart swelled as his words echoed in her mind. Suddenly needing more, she blindly grabbed at him, shredding him of his shirt and he of her garments.
"Ah! Ah~! ARTHUR~!"
Ludwig stared down at the flushed face of the girl in his bed. He wasn't sure of what made the girl moan in her sleep, but figured it had something to do with the pain she was in. His baby blue irises observed as the dark haired girl tossed in turn within the confinement of his sheets. Seeing a bead of sweat fall down her temple, he stood and headed out the room to retrieve a cool cloth.
"Nn, Arthur…" Melanie moaned.
Ludwig paused at the mention of Arthur. Brows furrowed, he briefly wondered if the girl had any affiliation with the former pirate. Ignoring the slight twinge in his chest, he brushed off the thought and continued on.
Not to long after, Melanie awoke rubbing her temples agitatedly. Even in my dreams, she's still trollin', the female thought exasperated.
In her dream, she had been having some good ole sexy time with Mr. Sexy German when her voice had called out that dreaded Brit's name in pleasure. Only, it hadn't exactly been her, but KyAnna mimicking her voice. Then the bitch had the nerve to transform every-fucking-thing, INCLUDING GERMAN, into that bushy browed bastard!
When she saw KyAnna again, blood would be shed.
"You are awake?" Melanie peeked from behind her hand to the voice that had addressed her. Instead of seeing what she hoped was the man from her dreams, was a short Asian male.
"Um, yes," she answered. He nodded, seemingly appeased. Melanie watched as he scattered about the room tending to a plant on a window she hadn't noticed before. Where was she anyway? The last she remembered was falling unconscious in a forest.
"Excuse me," the girl blinked, suddenly aware that the man was now in front of her. "Are you alright. You seem troubled."
"Oh no, I'm alright," she said softly, giving a smile to reassure him.
"Aright then. Oh I forgot," he bowed. "My name is Kiku Honda."
So he was Japanese then? "I'm Melanie." She introduced politely. "Do you mind if I call you Honda-san?"
"Not at all." He smiled. Behind a curtain of neatly trimmed black hair, was a pair of chocolate eyes that gave the impression that the man in front of her may have been older than what he appeared. Kiku wore a simple white dress shirt over black slacks. Around his shoulders lay a stark white medical coat.
Melanie subconsciously tilted her head curious; why would there need to be a doctor here? Sure, she had passed out, but she didn't it required that much of attention.
"Dr. Honda, you're back." A deep, rough voice that sounded as smooth as silk called capturing the bedridden girl's attention. When he entered the room, she felt as if all breath had been taken from her.
"Ludwig-san, I had a small errand, but I am free for now." Dr. Honda explained. But all Melanie caught was the name he'd used to address the man.
His name's Ludwig, she inwardly giggled. Eugh, I sounded like Ty there for a moment.
"How's her ankle?" Her ankle? What was he…oh right. She'd practically annihilated her poor appendage after running from those things.
"Fine. She should be able to walk again with a week's time."
A week? Where the hell was she? Last she check, it took about a couple of months for a sprained wrist to heal. Wait, she was in dream world, sort of.
"How are you feeling?" Ludwig turned asking. It took a moment to process that an actual hot guy was actually starting a conversation with Melanie.
"Fine!" In her mind, she practically pummeled herself for sounding so forced and pitchy. Coughing, she tried once more, "I'm fine, thanks."
The Japanese man excused himself from the awkward air that seemed to float about in the room. Now it was Ludwig and Melanie.
Alone.
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Together.
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No adult supervision whatsoever.
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You can thank me later you ungrateful bastard.
i think i already did. i don't know if i should or shouldn't kill you for the beginning of the story!