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[toujours_nigel]

I, umm, may have written something to do with Hetalia, insofaras I've used Ancient Greece, who's the mother to the modern version? I think?

*cringes*

*hides from dearlyderanged*

Dark is her hair and dark her eyes, and gentle her white hands on his skin, and hungry her mouth, and welcoming the taste of her in his mouth as he kneels to her, dark curls pressed to his face, the scent of her intoxicating. Dark are the nipples on her white breasts, like black grapes sun-warmed, and cold is her body against the heat of his, and her flesh a velvet embrace, as he takes her. And slow and lazy is Helen’s smile, and sated, in Alexander’s bed, and silent her feet in the morning as she leaves it.