aphanon_meme ([personal profile] aphanon_meme) wrote2013-07-14 10:12 pm

part 335 summer nights (tell me more tell me more)

Like did he have a car? Dodo--dodo--dodo... yeah! How is your July going so far, meme? Good? Bad? Okay? Scrumtrulescent? ... Question mark? This is a very rambling post today, I'm sorry, I'm in a tired rush. A tired tired summer rush. Which, in my professional opinion, is the most annoying kind of rush. I prefer a crisp winter rush! But oh well.

Enjoy part 335!

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[personal profile] iceandheather 2013-07-19 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[Spain runs out before Norway can even register what's happening. Before he can even breathe. Those hands were gripping and pressing at his throat and then suddenly they're gone, and all he hears is I'm sorry. Gasping and dizzy, Norway turns his head in time to see Spain rush out.]

[For a little while, he stays where he is, sprawled there on the floor and staring up at the ceiling. Breathing. In, out, slowly, trying to ignore the ache. Everything fucking hurts. His throat. His side. Everything. There is a heavy, damp stickiness all over, and he knows that it's blood. The tightness in his chest from before never left, neither.]

[I'm sorry - Damn it, why did you have to go and say that? There's nothing for you to be sorry about.]

[Eventually, he picks himself off of the ground. Searches for the gun, he knows Spain threw it somewhere -- there it is. As he takes it up, flinching a little at the pain as he bends for it, he wishes that this could just be over.]

[He has so much to apologize for.]