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FrUk Ipod Drabbles1. Postcards from Far Away- Coldplay
He was all the way across that bloody water.
No time to visit.
No time for phone calls.
Not a word from his beloved frog, Francis.
Until he checked the mail.
2. Papermoon- Tommy Heavenly
It seemed like he was the only one around. Drowning in problems, being sucked into the thick tar of stress, strangled by his own thick red blood.
Such a beautiful color, petals floating around him, in his face accompanied by soft moonlight.
"I figured I'd find you sleeping here."
"Frog..." Arthur grumbled, wiping drool from his chin.
"You're so cute and fragile when you sleep." The Frenchman chuckled.
The Briton was quickly cut off by a soft peck on the lips.
"I'll be with you always, mon chere."
"Sure you will, frog," said Arthur, kissing him back.
3. The Song Of Amazing Me, by Me for ME- Prussia
Francis thought it was quite adorable, the way Arthur went through his phases like a temperamental teenager.
Aph- France Haiti drabble "I'm sorry..."
France looke up from his desk. The small nation he used to own stood before him, tugging at her shirt nervously.
"What are you sorry for?" His face showed kindness and confusion. What was she doing here and what was she appologizing for?
"I-i'm sorry that I left you at a bad time.." Haiti looked up at France, the scar on her eye giving her poor sight of the man. "I mean...you were in the middle of your Revolutionary War and I decided to leave you while you were weak..."
France stood up and walked to the girl, scuffing her hair and laughing softly. "Don't worry about it my love. It wasn't your fault. Your people that it was time for you to become your own." He kissed her head lovingly.
"But still! You weren't ready..." She hugged him tightly and nuzzled into
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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