The Language of Love 1/?
anonymous
September 25 2009, 22:02:28 UTC
Hello! It's the anon from before! I afraid that this will be a fail!fic. And OP, I hope you don't mind England showing up later. __________________________________________________________________________ The Language of Love
The dark skinned girl had gone up a tree attempting to find a good spot to catch a fish. As she searched around the island she spotted something on the shore. It appeared to her as a giant fish. The ocean breeze played with the girl’s dark hair as she licked her lips. ‘Fish for months....’ she thought as she slid down the tree and headed for the giant fish
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The Language of Love 2/?
anonymous
September 25 2009, 23:56:02 UTC
I apologize if there are any problems with the French or Seselwa. Neither are languages I know so I had to rely on some translations.__________________________________________________________________________
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The Language of Love 3/3
anonymous
September 26 2009, 00:03:11 UTC
And here is the end...I hope you all enjoyed it! ___________________________________________________________________________
France stood up. “I’m done talking to her.” “Finally,” said England. ‘There was that knew language again,’ Seychelles thought. All of a sudden the English man grabbed her arm and started pulling her towards the boat. Seychelles turned back to France. He was smiling but one could clearly see his sadness and pain. “Au revoir,” he said. The final word. She repeated it back to him. “Au revoir.” Then said it in the language she had been creating. “Orevwar.” She stopped. She would tell France goodbye properly this time. For everything he had done for her. She had to say it in French. Just for him
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The Language of Love
The dark skinned girl had gone up a tree attempting to find a good spot to catch a fish. As she searched around the island she spotted something on the shore. It appeared to her as a giant fish. The ocean breeze played with the girl’s dark hair as she licked her lips. ‘Fish for months....’ she thought as she slid down the tree and headed for the giant fish ( ... )
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France stood up. “I’m done talking to her.” “Finally,” said England. ‘There was that knew language again,’ Seychelles thought. All of a sudden the English man grabbed her arm and started pulling her towards the boat. Seychelles turned back to France. He was smiling but one could clearly see his sadness and pain. “Au revoir,” he said. The final word. She repeated it back to him. “Au revoir.” Then said it in the language she had been creating. “Orevwar.” She stopped. She would tell France goodbye properly this time. For everything he had done for her. She had to say it in French. Just for him ( ... )
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