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hetalia2011-02-19 05:35 pm
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[fic] Falling Without Knowing (three)
Title: Falling Without Knowing
Author:
disownmereturns /
thejmprod
Characters/Pairings: Greece/Japan, others mentioned
Rating: PG
Warnings: , switching between country and human names
Summary: The nations are living in their own planets, united under one galaxy. By strict decree, they are unable to see or travel to each other and any sort of communication is under the Council's heavy surveillance. New Greece is bothered by the memories of his former self, especially those of a certain island nation. He is willing to break boundaries, cross time and space to know if a connection between them still exists.
A/N: Hi guys! Super sorry for the delay ^^; I had a busy week ;A;It's still Friday somewhere in the world, right? /shot Thank you so much
chromatic_coma for the beta! o 3o Also, did anyone click the song link in the last chapter? :D

Falling Without Knowing
THREE: Just gravity and the warmth in Herakles' shoulders, spreading across his back and oozing on the floor like red strings, reaching out in quiet measures to someone across time and space. Just a persistent fondness that made astronauts write 'I see you dancing' in pencils and made ladies look up at the sky.
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giripan
Author:
Characters/Pairings: Greece/Japan, others mentioned
Rating: PG
Warnings: , switching between country and human names
Summary: The nations are living in their own planets, united under one galaxy. By strict decree, they are unable to see or travel to each other and any sort of communication is under the Council's heavy surveillance. New Greece is bothered by the memories of his former self, especially those of a certain island nation. He is willing to break boundaries, cross time and space to know if a connection between them still exists.
A/N: Hi guys! Super sorry for the delay ^^; I had a busy week ;A;

Falling Without Knowing
THREE: Just gravity and the warmth in Herakles' shoulders, spreading across his back and oozing on the floor like red strings, reaching out in quiet measures to someone across time and space. Just a persistent fondness that made astronauts write 'I see you dancing' in pencils and made ladies look up at the sky.
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