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chromatic-coma.livejournal.com) wrote in
hetalia2011-01-01 04:43 pm
Entry tags:
[fic] scarred heart in hand [part i, chapter v]
Title: Scarred Heart in Hand
Author/Artist:
chromatic_coma @
animusia
Character(s)/Pairing(s): (in this chapter) England, Russia, France ;; FrUK
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Friendship, Romance, Slice-of-Life, Angst
Warning(s): Kissing, Implied threesomes, Talk of (technically underage) Sex, Swearing, It's really long, Lack of Plot, Human names, etc.
Summary: Graduation really sneaks up on you; one minute you think that everything is right with the world and that nothing can ruin this for you, and the next you look at the calendar and find out you only have one more week with your closest friends. But sometimes graduation isn't the end, and sometimes it's not a new beginning either. Sometimes graduation just is what it is, and you have to figure the rest out for yourselves. Gauken Hetalia!AU fic
x-posted @
animusia,
inthreesome,
what_the_fruk
Instead of picking them up, though, he sat back down on the swing, kicked off with his legs, and with the sun beating down on his head and the dust being kicked up around his feet, Arthur swung.
Author/Artist:
Character(s)/Pairing(s): (in this chapter) England, Russia, France ;; FrUK
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Friendship, Romance, Slice-of-Life, Angst
Warning(s): Kissing, Implied threesomes, Talk of (technically underage) Sex, Swearing, It's really long, Lack of Plot, Human names, etc.
Summary: Graduation really sneaks up on you; one minute you think that everything is right with the world and that nothing can ruin this for you, and the next you look at the calendar and find out you only have one more week with your closest friends. But sometimes graduation isn't the end, and sometimes it's not a new beginning either. Sometimes graduation just is what it is, and you have to figure the rest out for yourselves. Gauken Hetalia!AU fic
x-posted @
Instead of picking them up, though, he sat back down on the swing, kicked off with his legs, and with the sun beating down on his head and the dust being kicked up around his feet, Arthur swung.
