Sunday, January 2, 2011
Newborn Baby With Phlegm posingsomdomite @ 2011-01-02T03: 50:00
ay he did. they are lying. he was fresher, lighter in his step. this was important.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Can Bell's Palsy Come More Than Once
Happy New Year to everyone! I wanted to release the year with a list of goals silly but ... Therefore failure. Here is my Secret Santa gift 2010 to ![[info]](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_uNjCfLkzLdaqQwHQ-oYG0RFvLNx9Sl4YSqY8DGOs4wnJcEhq2lQFOHR_64bbjTPML0GbbT_vJFiu8IPaxeAIyWogclqn5B7WoCWY42dlJKbUJfRgIABQ=s0-d)
latin_hetalia . Ahahaha. Ha
In English, because my target is not from these parts. I hope you have been well;;
Title: Four Lives in Which Martin and Luciano met Each Other (and One That Gathered them all)
Fandom: latin_hetalia
Characters: Luciano (Brazil) / Martin (Argentina). Brief mention of others.
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for![[info]](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_v5U9WJ19lPxk0JoiIGxbSLcPl6vKoqLhArOzwZV40rwNkgYK24Q9low9nXjD1W-1jekEVQF4dx0GAmRZzgcg8_G5ypc6t59H4hvDe6bP-KT9RD6A=s0-d)
vasilina0946 , to whom I owe so many apologies for the lateness that I don't even... Special thanks to meia_krane for proof-reading and dealing with me being batshit in general.
The first time they met, they were children.
Although his father was hardly home and Martin sometimes felt he had been left to manage the house and take care of his cousins by himself, he could never quite say he was unha he had not walked on. Yet there was, and this did hurt his pride admitting, a limit to his house terrains and to that which he possessed.
Up by the eastern limits of the property, there was a small forest. Martin had been forbidden to cross it by his father, for, as he had said, the land beyond it was not theirs to see or take. Even when Martin had tried to ignore his father’s orders and take a peek of what lied on the other side, he had never managed to get there. He was still too young, the bushes too thick and the trees too high to climb.
He’d always come back to the house exhausted, mud on his boots, and with a bitter taste rolling on his tongue. He knew there was something precious to be seen on the other side because he had heawhen he just had to dodge that branch and…
He slipped on a puddle of mud with a little yelp of surprise and fell down on his knees. There was a nasty scratch on his leg and Martin felt justified when he thought about cursing, but a voice startled him out of his thoughts.
“You alright?”
Martin yelped again, tried to get up, failed, and ended up falling down on his behind. The boy that had appeared from behind the bushes laughed a little, warm and silly, and, in that moment, Martin knew who he was. He then proceeded to scowl at him and say in his most dignified voice:
“Stop laughing like that, you sound stupid! And help me up!”
The other boy snickered and M you know.”
“Why,
thank you
” Martin replied, sarcastic, as he tried to get the mud out of his clothes. A bit of hair fell on his face and he got mud on his cheek, too, as he tried to get it out. Luciano laughed again. “No wonder I always heard you…” he muttered to himself.
“Hm?” Luciano tilted his head, curious. Martin cleared his throat.
“I said, no wonder I always heard you. Laughing I mean. I always knew you were here somewhere; you laugh a lot.”
Luciano smiled again and Martin felt a little squirmy for no good reason. It was embarrassing, really. “I always knew you were here too.” ill been at school, still playing for the junior leagues, but had had his mind set on becoming pro since he had first touched a football when he was a child. Martin, on the other hand, had already been chosen as the newest, youngest acquisition of the Argentinean team; a born leader and star striker. Rumor had it that he would become captain before he turned twenty five.
Maybe it was a far stretch to call it a fixation, but Luciano certainly had had his mind set on playing against that man since he had first seen him on the field. Martin was a natural, all smug smirks, impeccable aim and strong strides, and Luciano wanted to prove himself that he could match that. He worked for years to earn the chance to do so.
They day they met officially, Luciano was Already Had just 20 and joined the Brazilian team as a midfielder with a lot good press and high expectations. On the Other Hand, Martin, true to past Rumors, WAS 25 and Already proud captain of the Argentinean team. Today, Their teams met at a friendly match. Football
WAS, first and foremost, the main passion of Luciano's life. It Was Also His pride, yes, and historical career historical product of hard work, I felt But The Excitement bubbling in His stomach Now That He Was finally here, on the big leagues, Was Just the Same as It Had Been Had When I Dreamt about it being to child. Only maybe tenfold, as I Thought I stepped out of the locker rooms and Heard the crowd cheering for His team, for historical country and for Himself. He Thought He Could not smile and Stock WIDERThan a little excited as I Walk to position, He Would Make Things interesting indeed. - More Than
After an hour of playing Against him, Luciano Had Learned Two Things: one, That Was Not all mighty Martin, two, Martin WAS Also Had the best player I've faced in His Life.
Manner That confident, arrogant That smile, Martin Had earned the right to sport winning Them Because Did not eat as Given to him any more Than it did to Anyone Else. The way I Would force Himself That extra mile to run, His chest heaving with effort ", And That He Would keep the team together with confidence alone, All These Things That Were Tapped matches and sports cards show Could not remove. Not like I Had seen today. Maybe not all.
Yet, thiout of real wine,
Argentinean
wine (only had a bunch of those tasteless last-year wannabes) and Scotch was never quite the same when it came to taking the edge off a bad day. For another, his favorite smart burgundy shirt was wrinkled beyond repair and he’d had to improvise something else to wear for the first speech, which in turn had made him arrive late for breakfast and miss his mandatory cup coffee. He did look quite dashing in the black and green stripped shirt he’d settled up with, though, so he maybe could let the other things slide if things got better after lunch. He was yet to party at all, but he refused to give up on that hope.
These were little mishaps, he thought; his plan of having fun was not going to be foiled. CHTMLXLXC
The other man nodded. “Yup. Made business with his company a couple of times. Partied with him afterwards, too.”
“Morbid,” said Martin, but he was clearly amused. The other man smiled.
“I’m Luciano, by the way. Luciano Da Silva.”
“Martin Hernandez,” he answered, and stretched out his hand. Luciano shook it good naturedly. “I don’t suppose you know Barbie over there, do you?”
Luciano laughed a little when he spotted the small, round, blond woman in pink that Martin was talking about. “Can’t say I do. Doesn’t she look more like bubble gum, though?”
Martin he smiled roguishly. “I think we’ll get along great,” he said, and the other man seemed to agree with a smile of his own.
It looked like his day had taken a turn for the better after all.
*** ***
On another life, they met dancing. Or, more exactly, they met when one of them was dancing in the streets.
Buenos Aires had a knack for surprising Luciano, it seemed, and he couldn’t say he didn’t like that. He hadn’t known exactly what to expect from Argentina when he had arrived there a few days ago, and he still didn’t, but the little cafés, busy streets and the curious sing-song way people there talked in werere was such passion in the way the blonde man moved, eyes blazing and unseeing of anything but his partner’s eyes, that undeniably made him the most attractive of the pair.
Looks like he’s gonna eat her
, Luciano thought, and smiled to himself.
He didn't know how much time had gone by, but suddenly, the song ended and the couple stopped dancing. The girl next to him let out a breath that she probably didn’t even know she’d been holding, and he smiled, amused.
It was curious, but he thought there was something different, very private about this way dancing, that he couldn't say he was used to. Even amidst a crowd that was staring at them, it felt like the two of them were in a world of their own. For Luciano, dancing, although intimate to some degree, was ultimately more about having fun.
“No hat or asking for change today, ladies and gentleman,” said the blonde man after a round of excited applause that erupted from the small crowd. “This is a free exhibition made by the new Hernandez Dance Studio, just down the block! Take some cards from my lovely lady friend, if you might. I’ll be right here if you have any questions.”
A new couple walked to the center of the circle and started a new performance as the brunette who had been previously dancing handed out cards. The blond man stood aside and opened a bottle of water. Luciano thought about saying something to him, Pero got distracted by the girl Giving him a card.
"You Should Eat, darling. You look like a natural, "She Said winking.
"I do?"
"Do not mind her," interrupted the blonde, "you look like her type, that's What She's Trying to Say." Luciano
Smiled at the girl, flatterer, But The blonde man ushere her away. She stuck out her tongue at the man, I blew her a kiss, and she just shook her head and continue with her work. Luciano
snickered. "Is she your girlfriend?"
"That brat? No way. "The tone in Which I Said It, Though, WAS affectionate.The blonde
drank some water and watched her handing out cards. "Imagine what a waste it Would Be if I were taken; All Those poor girls, heartbroken. No, I Could Do That to the world. "Luciano
Laughed and Continue watching the show. "I like the look in Their Eyes," He Said at length.
"Of course you do, That's What tango is all about. Doisneau
The effect, if you Might. "
" Hm? "
" The Doisneau
- Have You Ever Seen That photo, the one of the couple kissing? "
" I Do not think so, no. "
" Well, andTMLXC
“…THREE! …TWO! …ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”
The whole party erupted into cheers and champagne flew all around. Martin hugged the person closest to him (good ol’ Mario, the waiter; what a nice, chubby old man) and was patted in the back by almost everyone.
“Brilliant year, people!”
“Brilliant? I’ll drink to that positive attitude of yours and may the next year be truly brilliant this time!” Everyone gave a good natured laugh. The guests continued to toast to anything and everything they could think of and Martin was well into his fourth glass of champagne when he heard his cellphone ringing.
"You've Reached the fabulous Martin Hernandez. Happy new year, lucky person! "
" F eliz
novo year, "Said an amused
, familiar voice on the Other of the line.
"Samba man! You Could not wait to talk to me this year, Could You? "Luciano
snorted lightly. "Just Thought You Might Be bored. You do not know how to party and All That. "
" Oh, shut up. You are just jealous Because You Had to kiss your
lady president at midnight. Tough luck, buddy, We Can not All Be Winners. "
This time, Luciano did laugh. "So, you coming over this year?”
“Honestly, you make it sound like I always do.”
“Don’t you?”
“…Shut up.”
Someone (who may or may have not been his secretary) gave Martin another glass of champagne.
Luciano laughed again and Martin finished his cup in one gulp. He would’ve felt a bit more irritated with himself for his lame comeback, really, but there was already a pleasant buzz at the back of his mind from all those drinks. Now that he thought about it, he might have to be a little more careful with that.
“So you
are
coming.”
“Woturi to eat. It Was wondering silly Things to Be Like That, They Were Hardly important.
Beside, I Thought as I stepped out of the party, this nagging feeling I've Had That Even In Another World, Another Life, That smug, speaking funny idiot would've found him anyway. Could one not Otherwise convinces him.
Final notes: The picture
Martin WAS talking about in the Fourth Meeting
WAS
The Kiss by Robert Doisneau
. It's a very famous photo and it's Said to Represent how time stops for People Who are together and in love. I just ... Could not help myself.
And That's That, people. THANK YOU AND HAPPY NEW Y
latin_hetalia . Ahahaha. Ha In English, because my target is not from these parts. I hope you have been well;;
Title: Four Lives in Which Martin and Luciano met Each Other (and One That Gathered them all)
Fandom:
latin_hetalia Characters: Luciano (Brazil) / Martin (Argentina). Brief mention of others.
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for
vasilina0946 , to whom I owe so many apologies for the lateness that I don't even... Special thanks to meia_krane for proof-reading and dealing with me being batshit in general. The first time they met, they were children.
Although his father was hardly home and Martin sometimes felt he had been left to manage the house and take care of his cousins by himself, he could never quite say he was unha he had not walked on. Yet there was, and this did hurt his pride admitting, a limit to his house terrains and to that which he possessed.
Up by the eastern limits of the property, there was a small forest. Martin had been forbidden to cross it by his father, for, as he had said, the land beyond it was not theirs to see or take. Even when Martin had tried to ignore his father’s orders and take a peek of what lied on the other side, he had never managed to get there. He was still too young, the bushes too thick and the trees too high to climb.
He’d always come back to the house exhausted, mud on his boots, and with a bitter taste rolling on his tongue. He knew there was something precious to be seen on the other side because he had heawhen he just had to dodge that branch and…
He slipped on a puddle of mud with a little yelp of surprise and fell down on his knees. There was a nasty scratch on his leg and Martin felt justified when he thought about cursing, but a voice startled him out of his thoughts.
“You alright?”
Martin yelped again, tried to get up, failed, and ended up falling down on his behind. The boy that had appeared from behind the bushes laughed a little, warm and silly, and, in that moment, Martin knew who he was. He then proceeded to scowl at him and say in his most dignified voice:
“Stop laughing like that, you sound stupid! And help me up!”
The other boy snickered and M you know.”
“Why,
thank you
” Martin replied, sarcastic, as he tried to get the mud out of his clothes. A bit of hair fell on his face and he got mud on his cheek, too, as he tried to get it out. Luciano laughed again. “No wonder I always heard you…” he muttered to himself.
“Hm?” Luciano tilted his head, curious. Martin cleared his throat.
“I said, no wonder I always heard you. Laughing I mean. I always knew you were here somewhere; you laugh a lot.”
Luciano smiled again and Martin felt a little squirmy for no good reason. It was embarrassing, really. “I always knew you were here too.” ill been at school, still playing for the junior leagues, but had had his mind set on becoming pro since he had first touched a football when he was a child. Martin, on the other hand, had already been chosen as the newest, youngest acquisition of the Argentinean team; a born leader and star striker. Rumor had it that he would become captain before he turned twenty five.
Maybe it was a far stretch to call it a fixation, but Luciano certainly had had his mind set on playing against that man since he had first seen him on the field. Martin was a natural, all smug smirks, impeccable aim and strong strides, and Luciano wanted to prove himself that he could match that. He worked for years to earn the chance to do so.
They day they met officially, Luciano was Already Had just 20 and joined the Brazilian team as a midfielder with a lot good press and high expectations. On the Other Hand, Martin, true to past Rumors, WAS 25 and Already proud captain of the Argentinean team. Today, Their teams met at a friendly match. Football
WAS, first and foremost, the main passion of Luciano's life. It Was Also His pride, yes, and historical career historical product of hard work, I felt But The Excitement bubbling in His stomach Now That He Was finally here, on the big leagues, Was Just the Same as It Had Been Had When I Dreamt about it being to child. Only maybe tenfold, as I Thought I stepped out of the locker rooms and Heard the crowd cheering for His team, for historical country and for Himself. He Thought He Could not smile and Stock WIDERThan a little excited as I Walk to position, He Would Make Things interesting indeed. - More Than
After an hour of playing Against him, Luciano Had Learned Two Things: one, That Was Not all mighty Martin, two, Martin WAS Also Had the best player I've faced in His Life.
Manner That confident, arrogant That smile, Martin Had earned the right to sport winning Them Because Did not eat as Given to him any more Than it did to Anyone Else. The way I Would force Himself That extra mile to run, His chest heaving with effort ", And That He Would keep the team together with confidence alone, All These Things That Were Tapped matches and sports cards show Could not remove. Not like I Had seen today. Maybe not all.
Yet, thiout of real wine,
Argentinean
wine (only had a bunch of those tasteless last-year wannabes) and Scotch was never quite the same when it came to taking the edge off a bad day. For another, his favorite smart burgundy shirt was wrinkled beyond repair and he’d had to improvise something else to wear for the first speech, which in turn had made him arrive late for breakfast and miss his mandatory cup coffee. He did look quite dashing in the black and green stripped shirt he’d settled up with, though, so he maybe could let the other things slide if things got better after lunch. He was yet to party at all, but he refused to give up on that hope.
These were little mishaps, he thought; his plan of having fun was not going to be foiled. CHTMLXLXC
The other man nodded. “Yup. Made business with his company a couple of times. Partied with him afterwards, too.”
“Morbid,” said Martin, but he was clearly amused. The other man smiled.
“I’m Luciano, by the way. Luciano Da Silva.”
“Martin Hernandez,” he answered, and stretched out his hand. Luciano shook it good naturedly. “I don’t suppose you know Barbie over there, do you?”
Luciano laughed a little when he spotted the small, round, blond woman in pink that Martin was talking about. “Can’t say I do. Doesn’t she look more like bubble gum, though?”
Martin he smiled roguishly. “I think we’ll get along great,” he said, and the other man seemed to agree with a smile of his own.
It looked like his day had taken a turn for the better after all.
*** ***
On another life, they met dancing. Or, more exactly, they met when one of them was dancing in the streets.
Buenos Aires had a knack for surprising Luciano, it seemed, and he couldn’t say he didn’t like that. He hadn’t known exactly what to expect from Argentina when he had arrived there a few days ago, and he still didn’t, but the little cafés, busy streets and the curious sing-song way people there talked in werere was such passion in the way the blonde man moved, eyes blazing and unseeing of anything but his partner’s eyes, that undeniably made him the most attractive of the pair.
Looks like he’s gonna eat her
, Luciano thought, and smiled to himself.
He didn't know how much time had gone by, but suddenly, the song ended and the couple stopped dancing. The girl next to him let out a breath that she probably didn’t even know she’d been holding, and he smiled, amused.
It was curious, but he thought there was something different, very private about this way dancing, that he couldn't say he was used to. Even amidst a crowd that was staring at them, it felt like the two of them were in a world of their own. For Luciano, dancing, although intimate to some degree, was ultimately more about having fun.
“No hat or asking for change today, ladies and gentleman,” said the blonde man after a round of excited applause that erupted from the small crowd. “This is a free exhibition made by the new Hernandez Dance Studio, just down the block! Take some cards from my lovely lady friend, if you might. I’ll be right here if you have any questions.”
A new couple walked to the center of the circle and started a new performance as the brunette who had been previously dancing handed out cards. The blond man stood aside and opened a bottle of water. Luciano thought about saying something to him, Pero got distracted by the girl Giving him a card.
"You Should Eat, darling. You look like a natural, "She Said winking.
"I do?"
"Do not mind her," interrupted the blonde, "you look like her type, that's What She's Trying to Say." Luciano
Smiled at the girl, flatterer, But The blonde man ushere her away. She stuck out her tongue at the man, I blew her a kiss, and she just shook her head and continue with her work. Luciano
snickered. "Is she your girlfriend?"
"That brat? No way. "The tone in Which I Said It, Though, WAS affectionate.The blonde
drank some water and watched her handing out cards. "Imagine what a waste it Would Be if I were taken; All Those poor girls, heartbroken. No, I Could Do That to the world. "Luciano
Laughed and Continue watching the show. "I like the look in Their Eyes," He Said at length.
"Of course you do, That's What tango is all about. Doisneau
The effect, if you Might. "
" Hm? "
" The Doisneau
- Have You Ever Seen That photo, the one of the couple kissing? "
" I Do not think so, no. "
" Well, andTMLXC
“…THREE! …TWO! …ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”
The whole party erupted into cheers and champagne flew all around. Martin hugged the person closest to him (good ol’ Mario, the waiter; what a nice, chubby old man) and was patted in the back by almost everyone.
“Brilliant year, people!”
“Brilliant? I’ll drink to that positive attitude of yours and may the next year be truly brilliant this time!” Everyone gave a good natured laugh. The guests continued to toast to anything and everything they could think of and Martin was well into his fourth glass of champagne when he heard his cellphone ringing.
"You've Reached the fabulous Martin Hernandez. Happy new year, lucky person! "
" F eliz
novo year, "Said an amused
, familiar voice on the Other of the line.
"Samba man! You Could not wait to talk to me this year, Could You? "Luciano
snorted lightly. "Just Thought You Might Be bored. You do not know how to party and All That. "
" Oh, shut up. You are just jealous Because You Had to kiss your
lady president at midnight. Tough luck, buddy, We Can not All Be Winners. "
This time, Luciano did laugh. "So, you coming over this year?”
“Honestly, you make it sound like I always do.”
“Don’t you?”
“…Shut up.”
Someone (who may or may have not been his secretary) gave Martin another glass of champagne.
Luciano laughed again and Martin finished his cup in one gulp. He would’ve felt a bit more irritated with himself for his lame comeback, really, but there was already a pleasant buzz at the back of his mind from all those drinks. Now that he thought about it, he might have to be a little more careful with that.
“So you
are
coming.”
“Woturi to eat. It Was wondering silly Things to Be Like That, They Were Hardly important.
Beside, I Thought as I stepped out of the party, this nagging feeling I've Had That Even In Another World, Another Life, That smug, speaking funny idiot would've found him anyway. Could one not Otherwise convinces him.
Final notes: The picture
Martin WAS talking about in the Fourth Meeting
WAS
The Kiss by Robert Doisneau
. It's a very famous photo and it's Said to Represent how time stops for People Who are together and in love. I just ... Could not help myself.
And That's That, people. THANK YOU AND HAPPY NEW Y
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