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The Adventure of The BirdPrussia and Hungary were out for an unpleasant Valentine's walk in a cave. As they went, Hungary rested her hand on Prussia's toe. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so French, Prussia was filled with spicy dread.
"Do you suppose it's pompous here?" he asked hungrily.
"You hard silly," Hungary said, tickling Prussia with her rocket. "It's completely high."
Just then, a lovely bird leapt out from behind a rifle and kicked Hungary in the shoulderblade. "Aaargh!" Hungary screamed.
Things looked gay. But Prussia, although he was bubbly, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a rickshaw and, like a fish out of water, beat the bird shyly until it ran off. "That will teach you to kick innocent people."
Then he clasped Hungary close. Hungary was bleeding softly. "My darling," Prussia said, and pressed his lips to Hungary's finger.
"I love you," Hungary said harshly, and expired in Prussia's arms.
Prussia never loved again.
Chu Ru Ping An - Shu HanTo restore the Han.
Yao shook his head and Liu Bei went on, holding Wei in his arms; the boy had a soft little body, though he was growing, and fast. In fact, this was the first time he had left Cao Cao's gaze; Wei gurgled quietly, as though unsure whether or not he should annoy the important men in the room.
Fortunately, he was ignored. Largely. Yao's stoic look encouraged silence; his penchant for young children was known well, once one grew to know him.
Could he...could the Han be restored...?Liu Bei spoke gently, firmlyhopefully; it was evident that the man would spend his whole life working toward that goal, and Yao took that gratefully. A part of him said that it was over. But now, this seed planted by Liu Bei...this hope grew faster, and now...
Yao's heart skipped a beat.
Could the Han be restored?was it possible?
As he stared and listened, another child waddled towards him; it was tugging at his clothing already when the men pointed, and Wei
One Year MoreI'll miss you when you're gone.
Your smile and your speech.
The way you laugh and carry on,
And listen to me speak.
You spin and spin that rifle,
Your face scrunched up in joy;
The way you give it all your might
And never pause the fight.
I wanted to go to Florida
The way you did before;
And this year you will again
While I watch, and peer.
This is your last year, and I wish
That I could fight with you;
So please, please, visit us, for we can never lose.
ClippedIt was different before.
Of course it was different. Everything was different. Everything changes.
So it was different before.
Before I laughed. We laughed. Always.
Before we were happy.
Before, we were free.
Before, we flew.
Before, before, beforewe were birds. We flew. We had the sky in our hands, and little stones too. We were angels and demons, were heaven and hellwe were chaotic and loving, perverse and united.
We were destructive, too; we were everything we wanted, and more, or less. Alive, drunkwe hated, we loved, we liked, we disliked. But before, we were free.
And once, we lived forever.
That was why we stopped; it stopped. Heaven crumbled to the ground, hell was tamed and froze to death; it was gone; we held the ashes in our hands; the stars, the stone, the ashesdead.
Long, long ago, we lived forever.
BananasYellow on the outside.
Yellow like the Huang He.
Yao grips it, and places his teeth about it. Yazhou.
He bites like a tiger, ferociouslythe yellow skin stops glowing, and it is gone. That was a thick peel.
Beneath, the innards glow snow white. With a grimace Yao hands it back to Alfred, who still does not understand.
"Hua ren," China says softly. His voice lilts with a slight hue of disdain. "Mei guo ren."
Chu Ru Ping An - Cao WeiThe child stared with eyes like stars.
Yao crawled from the dust to meet them. He reached out a hand.
The child took it.
His fingers were small, and cold; blood stained them, and their pruned look gave an appearance...as if the boy had been sucking on them, testing that metallic sweet. Yao swallowed; other children would have cried, had they somehow survived.
This was no ordinary child.
He knew at onceat once, when the shadow of Cao Cao loomed over him, he had already picked the child up and called him Wei. Wei gurgled and stared upwards with eyes shining; it was evident that he would grow up to be intelligent.
And for once, Cao Cao stood silent; China presented Wei to him, saying simply"This is your kingdom."
With that, Yao brought the child with him when he mounted his horse, Red Hare. The child had been born from corruption and puppets; he was Cao Cao's Wei.
Still, it did not restrain the small, bittersweet smile that curved his lips; strengthening his legs, he released
Si Ye Nan An"我在远方，
Her cheeks were pink with cheer, and they remained with her even under the guise of man; she went to Hangzhou, because her father loved her. And so he let her.
Hangzhou was a new place, and though the world would not have accepted her had she been a woman, it strove for hospitality and knowledge alike; it gave her Liang Shanbo.
Japan was a tiny thing when China found him. China had not expected such sophistication from one so little, so distant from Zhong Guo; hardly a sea away, but phantom-like. Yao could only see him through a mist, until he found the child among the bamboo. Yao loved children, and Japantiny little Bentian Juwith his eyes that stared like galaxieshe was a child to be taken. He was a new nation, and Yao had little wish to let him suffer the way he hims
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