About two and a half years ago we met for the first time in Paris, beautiful April day spent sitting on the bank of the Seine to chat with a background of river. Since then we have
decided to come back every year and so 'has been at this, even if not in April,' cause we were both a bit 'too overworked. December is, so 'we also see all the Christmas decorations. TripAdvisor
Book on a 4-hour guided tour through the streets of Paris. An American girl with a great culture and passion brings us around briskly among churches streets museums gardens statues describing a bit 'Sight' with great joy. Together, we are also a couple of his friends, American culture too much, which enrich the here and 'stories with anecdotes and other interesting facts. At the end of the tour book a visit to Mont Martre for the next day and so 'was the beauty of the day. My legs do not like the idea but never mind.
We salute at the Petit Palais and I only visited by Remko on the advice of the guide, very nice building and much better exposure.
E 'now dark, the lights begin to flash on and Paris' most' beautiful than ever.
stroll on the Seine to the island on which we spent our first day together, we sit down (I slumped exhausted) on a bench with a magnificent view of a willow that leans its branches on the River.
"I loved the nights spent talking together until late. I loved meeting you here. I loved to take to get you to come and live with me. I hope to spend time with you again taaaaaanto. To this ... "takes a small box from his pocket, "Simon, will you marry me?"
I melt into tears and hugged him with a subdued response is between sobs that are lost between the folds of his jacket.
I put the ring while I smile and say "uh ... just to be clear 'cause from here did not feel ... um ... you said you 'do not you? "
course I said yes'.
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You know what '?
I'm fine.
two years that I'm here and I'm just fine.
I miss the mountains, good restaurants, the festivals of the country, particularly the possibility 'of see all this with good friends, this is'.
But every now and then, ok maybe every little too often in Italy and then I go back and 'nice to enjoy what I do not have here.
Pero 'here I have a really good deal' of other nice things.
I'm fine, I am calm, I like tranquility 'that there' here.
While living in Rome I have never been "town", I am geek, my kind of party and 'a LAN party, do not go out except to go to the movies and on my wish list for Christmas it took me too shirt that says "you read my t-shirt, that's enough interaction for today." I hate traffic furious, nervous people, crowded places.
Now I live in a town the size of the Eagle (before the earthquake, I mean). I live in suburbs which means that a 10-minute walk from downtown. The sound more 'annoying that there' is one of the ducks, who claim the usual breakfast from the airport (they have no respect not even on Sunday morning!).
car stop and let you go, especially if the light turns green but do not use the horn to insult you if you do not move.
The concept of society 'and' deeply felt, everybody respects the rules and the state thinks the city. You do not have to live thinking "I better make it before you give a damn fool me." To say, on the basis of research have established that dentists earned too much and have imposed to lower prices.
We are putting money aside to be able to buy a farm-house, hopefully in a couple of years we could move to the east where everything is cheaper so you can live in a house more 'convenient with a garden big enough that we can also accommodate a couple of sheep. At that point I will use 'Google to learn how to carding, knitting and making cheese, of course.
So I'm fine. Of course, I always dream of winning the lottery to buy a home to all my friends and pay him the plane to finally pass them around here, but in short, everything you can not 'be all right as well'.
I had mail, and then target I have nothing to reproach myself, I 'I put myself on target for the coming year'.
so I'm just fine '.
Monday, December 6, 2010
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Ah, yes, the FICT is in italian, sorry I can not ç__ç tral it, causes is very long and I do not have time to start traslating C3c hope ypu do not mind! Enjoy ~
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Notes pre-reading to read absolutely : So this time I explain a few things before the chapter, given the complexity of the topic.
Premessuccia we are in World War II, full-Nazism, and in this story the only thing that has to Hetalia are the names of the characters and the physical description of Ludwig. I'm saying this now to prevent someone with an outbreak of "Lud is OOC and various crap, because as You may of course be noted between the warnings, I put the warning because of OOC-Lud-especially since it is for the plot. In addition, this story contains some strong themes, for which I have documented-though I myself am extremely disgusted by what-so with this warning also want to justify why a few of these warnings and the rating chosen. I do not want injuries and deaths on my conscience, eh! U___U
Title: Der Urteilskraft
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Character / Couple: Oc! Italy Centre (Victoria Vargas), Germany (Ludwig Beilschmidt)
Rating: Red
Warnings: What if ...?, OOC, AU Not for delicate stomachs, DeathFic
Notes: 1. The story takes place in a specific historical period (WW2, 1939-1945), therefore the character and the ideologies of those people will respect the time and could hurt the sensibility of the reader;
3. I want to clarify that I do not write for profit, but only for the sake of writing-and Italian properly, do not forget, "and I dedicate this story to my dear friend, Dede, a great supporter and aide d & rsquo ; priceless. The English dyslexic loves you so much, I querida ~.
4. Comments are always welcome, people u_u
Der Urteilskraft
1.
was 1940. And over in the land of the great Reich, was taking what was a terrible massacre in the sunlight. There was a small, poor village, lost in the mountains and hills of the land to the Italian border with Austria. Its population was made up of poor people, farmers, shepherds, small merchants who were helping the center to the course already limping, farmers with their livestock, allowed the survival of the rest of the people.
that day-a normal day of September, than it might seem, on the top of one of the many hills that shelter the village from prying eyes, he saw a slender female figure sitting on the grass, to keep an eye on the five sheep were grazing the soft snow that here and there.
was a beautiful girl with long hair the color of mahogany, fitted with a front fringe, although a curl rebel escape the order, peeping at the right side of his face, the sweet and soft-featured face, thin lips and rosy and eyes the same bright green of the meadows where she was sitting. The thin body was covered by his broad peasant dress, the purple skirt and shirt gray mouse, and a white apron to break up a bit 'of the monotony of those colors.
It was about midday - he understood the position of the sun in the sky, as a watch someone like her even if I could afford-and thought it well to walk back home to prepare something to eat for lunch . Then he gathered his sheep, closing them in their pen and make sure you have not forgotten any of the fence and the lock was closed well before their way towards the path of return.
But, arrived in the courtyard of the house, he noticed something quite strange.
He had seen the machines. It happened at times that someone came from outside the country for livestock or for the current season crop, so do not be surprised that much by the presence of nearby machines. He did not know why, but those two black cars - one was quite elegant, comparing it with the other, un po’ più rozza nelle forme e senza il tettuccio- parcheggiate sul cortile della sua piccola abitazione le misero un po’ di paura.
Non portavano niente di buono , se lo sentiva.
Entrò di fretta, spingendo verso l’interno il piccolo uscio di legno, e restò stupita nel trovare la già di suo piccola casa occupata da altre persone: tra quelle riconobbe la tremula figura del fratello, seduto su una sedia, sul punto di scoppiare in un pianto isterico, con le braccia a circondare le ginocchia e la testa girata verso un punto non ben definito della stanza.
Al lato opposto, c’erano due uomini in divisa militare, armati di fucili –e anche di molto altro, se controllava bene-, e accanto al fratello c’era un terzo uomo, ben più alto, dall’elegante impermeabile nero, la mano destra poggiata sulla superficie del piccolo tavolo.
Tutti e tre erano biondi, con gli occhi azzurri. E tutti e tre portavano al braccio sinistro una fascia rossa, con al centro una svastica nera su campo circolare bianco.
Tedeschi. Nazisti .
Sbiancò.
Oh, apparently they came.
And it was obvious why. They wanted men, and then going to happen to any man's shot to enlist, consenting or not.
But this time they had found the coward, the stubborn. He did not want to get up from his chair, although he had been asked in more ways to go with them. But that was standing there, stammered something about the sister, who was returning.
And two innocent as they could not possibly suspect something about the great war that they would be expected, according to them.
Instinctively she began to tremble.
The fame of the Nazis had arrived with some voices from outside even in that small town of farmers, not to mention the surrounding villages, and certainly was not a positive reputation.
looked at his brother for a moment, then moved his gaze to the other welcome guest.
wheat blond hair, blue eyes that reminded deep pools of ice, white skin, strong features, stature, much higher than theirs.
Proud specimen of the Aryan race, apparently .
He went immediately to his brother, looking away quickly.
-Feli ... What does this mean? - Murmured trembling, but it was the German answer to his place, with a little reassuring grin on his face.
certainly not shining intelligence developed, the poor Italian, and indeed neither of them, according to the German.
- means it's time to enlist, kleine Frau .- said the German, without bothering to look. Imagine if we to calculate the women now. Feli looked back at the sister with her eyes full of tears, red. She sobbed, held back tears.
- .- It will not be added, then, even more gloomy than before.
He returned with a glance toward the girl.
Hm, however, could be treated. There was a shortage of domestic at home.
But she could not understand why all this. Why was a German at home, because he himself trembling. Why
, why, why.
It still did not understand.
She looked at him inquiringly.
"But we are not Germans, sir .- replied, naively, and with a small tremor in the voice while murmuring the word" sir. "
and unwittingly caused the angry reaction one of the two soldiers behind the man, who moved against her points against the weapon.
-How dare you, race of the ...- growled, as if to shoot him by a handful of bullets, but a wave of German stopped him, making him return to spot, and it certainly did not save all look fierce rebellion of poor farmers.
He returned to be analyzed by the cold gaze of German, and did well to protest, but the man did not even allow himself to start, turning to the trembling of her brother, still leaning on the chair to complain.
I'm waiting for an answer, Italian .- growled between his teeth, chewing on an Italian, not too perfect, which is already not very understandable, and accent makes it even more impossible to decipher.
And because the peasant girl was there? What, he wanted a summary?
The gaze shifted from Italian to German peasant girl, grinning, as if amused to see so into a panic that gave so much to see, but that was floating in the air like the fumes of alcohol .
- Want to attend? What, you want to join the Armed Forces? - Churches, to tease, and laughed heartily and began to plot a plan to persuade the little coward to follow them.
some solution for them, there must have been.
- Well - he began, without regard to the peasant girl who still looked at him, puzzled and frightened - the war is in progress. We need men. If you do not recruit, you are branded a coward. Oh, right. I forgot, you're Italian .- chirped, pointing his gloved finger against the front of the Italian, who squinted from fear, almost pulls a gun loaded and ready to make a nice hole in the middle of his forehead.
-is certainly not a nice thing to say, Sir .- piped her in return, head high, look to the blond. -We are peaceful, we certainly do not stick to the right and left, for no reason .- added, as he approached his brother, to at least offer a little more 'comfort-and raising the ire of the soldier rage easy.
kept looking in his eyes, the silence broken by the whining of his brother.
had to do something.
- .- Shut up against the railings.
was not allowed to speak to a woman, according to his opinions, and the fact it was already there, standing, watching him in that manner irritated him more than ever.
Then, the idea.
grin widened, placing his gloved hand on the head of the Italian
- So, she is the woman who sold us? - Churches, asking himself if he were really a good deal.
Now look at the girl's brother had turned around, shocked.
wanted to protest, but he did not. He feared that German was well armed, could have hurt his brother.
It certainly did not want anything to happen.
- A response, piped .- soldier, leaning toward Italian, and approaching his face to the other to show her magnificent and awful grinning expression and amused, while resting her hand before now pulled back a lock of hair, making him complain of pain. - A car for you? But you must not move from this town, or I'll kill you, you know -
For every word of German you more and more grainy eyes in horror.
What the hell was trying to do to his brother man?
He took a few steps back, shaking his head in fear.
Oh, now he understood everything.
-N-no ... Feli ... -Stammered, terrified, with an eye on everything to her brother.
He returned with a look full of pain and sadness, he walked back to a German muttering "Okay, I accept." Tremendous grin that widened the blonde.
- Goodbye, then, chirped .- German, while the Italian nodded and sobbed, bursting into tears wailing.
The Italian did not know that the day would have gone after three of his colleagues to take it. Oh, what a terrible thing war, eh, Italian?
is deeply ashamed of the male gender to that vision. But it was time to take pity on philosophical fickle human nature, and violently seized the wrist of the peasant, bringing it into the machine, and she tried to rebel, awkwardly grasping the door without finding a decent foothold that still held to his home and his world.
did not want to leave that way what had been his life.
was all too fast, too hasty. Too bad.
-FELICIANO! Happy - screamed, called her brother as he tried to oppose the damned hand that he was ripping off his world and the only thing that got his brother was crying hysterically, and suddenly the black interior of the car where she had been thrown in carelessly.
her on the back seat, grinning, and prepared to turn on the ignition, and that she could not bring her face to the glass of the car, trying to see her brother inside, blurred by tears who were beginning to fall for her cheeks flushed.
no more screaming, so no one would listen, now.
What Is Wrong With A Gym Contract
Yee, first post! XD This fic-like all the others that follow with the same characters, more or less gave birth-the first time with my Aleck, where it degenerated into everything with the Russian Family - consisting of Alecsiej / Moscow (the sclera of shift), Kassandra / Novgorod (the one that brings peace among everyone with a punch in the face), Sergej / Volgograd (the sadicone nymphomaniac) and Piotrj / Petersburg (the happiness of Russia), with the addition of small Chibi! Ivan and Chibi! Vicchan . This is just the first chapter of the collection on this merry bunch of crazies ~
Title: Memories in the snow.
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Character / Couple: Oc! Italy Centre (Victoria Vargas), Russia (Ivan Braginskij), Moscow (Alecsiej Petrovich )
Rating: Green
Genre: General, Drama Warnings
: What if ...?, OOC, One-shot
Notes: The story does not happen in a specific historical period; The characters belong to Kitamura-sensei and nations, to their own traditions including u_u except Vicchan, Piotrj and Kassandra, which belongs to my collective imagination, and that belongs to Alecsiej Alecci kufufu ~
This fanfic follows the prompt 001: Top of Big Damn Table.
Memories in the snow
As everything had started, Alecsiej not remembered.
rarely remembered, when the Russian winter had led to his door, the brown-haired little wonder that at that time took care to collect the large silver tray with the rest on Vodka.
remembered that it was particularly cold that night for many centuries before. He was returning home with Ivan on horseback, while the red ball of fire had almost completely disappeared, leaving the green light snow. They saw the threshold of the great castle, surrounded by cloth rags and pieces of ruined that once must have seemed a very simple and elegant dress. Her face was white and pale, her lips blue, and the Russian did not take very little to understand that the stranger was too cold to break through to.
tried to be as fast as possible, lying in a bed and then quickly prepare something hot. He looked weak, the little blue flower, hovering between life and eternal oblivion.
For a moment he had to leave with Ivan her, because she had to get busy in the kitchen.
And after half an hour, he heard his little idiot urlacchiare something, like a frantic jumping and shaking the hand of the little guest, which recovered slightly.
And still miss a smile, closed in the study, as the winter night, many, many years later.
The Founder ~ Vicchan