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Title: La Petite Mort - Chapter 6
Author:
madnesshp
Genre: Alternate Universe/Horror/Romance
Pairing(s): England/America, France/England, Russia/America
Overall Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual innuendos, violence, blood
Summary: Ever since the night England was taken away by the vampires, America has been slaying vampire after vampire with the sole intent of bringing him back. But it has already been seven years since that fateful day, and unfortunately time has a way of changing people.
Previous:: Prologue 1/2 • Prologue 2/2 • Chapter 1 • Chapter 2 • Chapter 3 • Chapter 4 • Chapter 5
EXTRA:
waterylt, a super lovely person, did this fanart for the story. Thank you so very much!
☆ Cut to writing journal: America found that the air around them had dropped to something indistinctly chilling. The hand on his leg clasped down tighter before releasing the leg entirely, and it moved up his stomach, past his collarbone, and to his neck—those fingers tapped the skin over his jugular. Still, France wasn't smiling.
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Genre: Alternate Universe/Horror/Romance
Pairing(s): England/America, France/England, Russia/America
Overall Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual innuendos, violence, blood
Summary: Ever since the night England was taken away by the vampires, America has been slaying vampire after vampire with the sole intent of bringing him back. But it has already been seven years since that fateful day, and unfortunately time has a way of changing people.
Previous:: Prologue 1/2 • Prologue 2/2 • Chapter 1 • Chapter 2 • Chapter 3 • Chapter 4 • Chapter 5
EXTRA:
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☆ Cut to writing journal: America found that the air around them had dropped to something indistinctly chilling. The hand on his leg clasped down tighter before releasing the leg entirely, and it moved up his stomach, past his collarbone, and to his neck—those fingers tapped the skin over his jugular. Still, France wasn't smiling.
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