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Flailing. Doot doot.
I say I'm a guy.
I present as a guy.
WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT. DO I REALLY NEED TO GO INTO DETAIL ABOUT WHAT'S DOWN THERE.
Seriously do people want photos or something because I'm really not down with that yo. :|
People drive me CRAZYYYYYYYY also it's 3:41 AM and I really really really should go to bed because surely if I do not I'll be cranky as fuck in the morning. Er. Later in the day. Uh.
I. Uh. I think I'll go do that now. Go to bed that is.
I present as a guy.
WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT. DO I REALLY NEED TO GO INTO DETAIL ABOUT WHAT'S DOWN THERE.
Seriously do people want photos or something because I'm really not down with that yo. :|
People drive me CRAZYYYYYYYY also it's 3:41 AM and I really really really should go to bed because surely if I do not I'll be cranky as fuck in the morning. Er. Later in the day. Uh.
I. Uh. I think I'll go do that now. Go to bed that is.
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It is lovely and a sweet little place and SRSLY YOU SHOULD VISIT ME SOME DAY. I'LL MAKE YOU DELICIOUS DESSERTS. I'll like. Save up my money to get you here or something. <3 <3 <3 <3
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Denmark catches Estonia's chin with a laugh, pulls him in close and kisses his forehead soaked with browned sweat and blood. The skin's stained and bruised there (black, red and blue), tender from where Denmark punched him earlier; but Estonia does not cry, does not even conjure up a wince. Does not make a noise when Denmark presses his lips roughly against his own, split open by means of a previous blow from the hilt of a sword.
"I've won fair and square," says Denmark, practically sings. He releases his new ward, watching the smaller nation tumble back from the lack of support. Estonia stares at the floor, and calmly decides that he wants to throw up on it one day. The best 'welcome home' gift he can offer - burning acid waste on the honored panels of Denmark's beloved house, courtesy of his up turned bowels. "You'll be living with me now."
When he looks up to glare, Denmark smiles at him, mouth red and wet.
"You're mine."
/not ..porn, but as you can see, I can barely pull a sentence together. I owe you modern!Denmark/Estonia ...po..rn ..then....LOL IDEK
- OMG WHAT ;_; ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME GIRLY AND SAPPY, ARE YOU. I think you are. I SMELL A CONSPIRACY. Ilu! ♥
askldjfkdf.
I LOVE YOU.
srsly even for 5 AM incoherent this is aahhhhhh so so so---!!!!! omg Denmark you delicious bastard.
FUCK WHY DO YOU WRITE SO WELL EVEN WHEN EXHAUSTED it makes me weep weep weep I tell you.
AND YES I AM TRYING TO MAKE YOU --- well, maybe not girly, but sappy indeed. SO THERE. <3