#flor-domar

que droga çAç

Pois é. ;;;;;

Compreendo sua dor ugh >:

É que estou a usar o computador do meu primo skdahsjdkha

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*･ﾟ✧ : For a quality that my muse likes about yours.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ : For a hug from my muse.

(˘ ³˘)ノ ☆ : For a kiss from my muse.

≧❂◡❂≦ : For something my muse would say to yours whilst drunk.

(OMG, idk askhdakjsdhajkhd sorry any mistake but there you go! xD)

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She was beautiful! Pretty beautiful; Antonio wouldn’t mind wake up and see her every single day of his life. Sure wouldn’t. Oh, and her strong personality got him to be so attached to her. Antonio could feel that just looking into those beautiful, deep and bright eyes that only Barbara had. He felt her determination numerous times, in the most several situations; little meetings, great battles. It would be bullshit deny the fact that he will always love her.

But really, that was getting boring. Romano was being obligated to hear all that from Antonio for at least two hours, non-stop! Why doesn’t he turn around the next corner and goes right to her house? Dammit.

Even though Romano and Antonio were good friends after all, tolerate a drunk passionate wasn’t in the Italian’s plans. Definitely wasn’t.

“Hey, damn idiot. Look at who’s here.”

Romano grinned while pointing the Portuguese lady that just entered the bar. The Spanish barely could hold his feelings.

“Should I go talk to…?”

“Why haven’t you gone yet?”

The Italian rolled his eyes.

So, Antonio tried to act normal. Even if his vision was a bit blurred and himself was dizzy. But he just smiled and hugged Barbara with all his force. The lack of self-control was evident.

“Antonio?”

She asked. She wasn’t surprised by the surprise hug, because that was really common. But he smelled alcohol, ew.

“Mi amor~”

He whispers. Barbara blushed. What the…?

“Oh, you drank too much, didn’t…?”

Suddenly, he just kissed her lips. It was softly, but definitely a kiss – and a little bite, too; and also a tap in her butt.

“Dat Iberian ass~”

She frowned.

…

“How was it?”

The Italian drank his whiskey in one shot and rolled his eyes as Antonio sits down by his side, complaining.

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