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Manifest Destiny
All the nations knew that when America became difficult and downright unreasonable, which was happening more and more often lately, it was England's job to step in. Considering England wasn't exactly a saint himself, it was a little like letting the cat guard the cream, but sometimes history is funny like that. Maybe it was some sort of divine karma; England was an awful prat growing up, and now he was responsible for an exhaustingly energetic country like America.
Most of the time, the boy-wonder muscled his way through delicate situations with horrifying ease. If he couldn't solve a problem with his brute strength, he'd fall back on his boyish charm. America was naïve, but to many of the jaded older nations, such naivety—such optimism—was alluring. For the most part, England just stayed out of his way. Other nations had criticized England for giving the boy too much independence and letting him speak too freely. England's response to that was usually to pointedly raise one impressive eyebrow and remind the speaker that he very rarely let America do anything. That was like saying he moved out of the path of a charging bull and let it go by. There was no stopping America, for better or worse.
The comparison of America to a hot-headed bull was incredibly fitting at the moment. They were in yet another world nation meeting, where nothing had been accomplished because America was having one of his "teenager" moments. England shifted uncomfortably in his chair. The glares of several rather powerful countries weren't aimed at his young former charge; they were glaring at him, with the implication clear as day that he should somehow control the boy. Across the table, France gave him a particularly annoying look that just screamed, 'If I had raised him, he wouldn't behave like this.' England pointedly ignored the scene America was causing just a little longer in direct protest to that infuriating insinuation. If France had raised the boy, he'd be a foppish man-whore. Perhaps America was a little too enthusiastic about his morals and ethics, but at least he had them. England liked to think that was partially due to him, though the boy went overboard with it most of the time.
At the front of the conference room, America finally blew his top completely and threw his chair to the ground, yelling and banging his fist on the table in the general direction of Mexico. The two of them were at each other's throats over some ridiculous notion America had gotten that he called Manifest Destiny. It basically consisted of his overly-enthusiastic charge growing as rapidly and awkwardly as he could, and stepping all over the people who had the misfortune of living near him. Canada was practically hiding under the conference table.
'Bloody teenager,' England thought with a reluctant sigh.
He had a feeling he'd regret this later, but something was going on with America and it looked like intervention was a necessary evil. America was so far gone on his hissy fit that he didn't even notice England approaching him until the shorter nation had latched rather firmly onto his forearm and was dragging him out of the room.
England rarely resorted to getting physical with America. For starters, the boy thought nothing of hurling around buffalo for sport. It was a gamble on England's part that America would even let himself be moved at all. Lately, though, despite fiercely demanding his independence before and showing no small amount of scorn for England, America seemed to occasionally need the boundaries that only England could claim to enforce. England was the only authority figure that America recognized, and so England was the only one that could have done what he just did. That didn't mean there wouldn't be repercussions.
"You better have a damn good reason for pullin' me out of there! Did you hear what Mexico—that—that—tyrant— was sayin'? He was the one who ignored the rights of his people! Did he think he could trample all over the liberty of men and I wouldn't intervene? I don't care if I have to go to war with him again! This time I'll annex his whole damned nation! Just watch me!"
England had already intervened in America's fight with Mexico and supported his expansion efforts…reluctantly. While all the other nations saw America as being greedy and demanding more land, England knew the boy just couldn't resist helping an underdog. Absorbing the Wild West, however, hadn't exactly calmed America down.
America shoved off England's hold and glared at him sullenly for not rising to the bait. For a few moments, England just waited, watching to see if America would regain control of his temper or not. The boy's glare finally cooled and he shoved his hands into his pockets.
"You're so eager to fight over any little thing, America. Most of the older nations have gone through what you're feeling now, so we're tolerant to an extent," England began. America, however, tossed his blond hair dismissively, petulantly crossing his arms.
"None of you care about anythin' important! I'm talkin' about justice here! Freedom and liberty! I have a destiny, England. I'm here for a reason, but I just can't quite figure out what or how I'm supposed to go about it. You jus' don't understand!" America vented, as he paced up and down the tastefully decorated hallway. England almost smiled in exasperated fondness. The boy looked so out of place whenever he was in Europe. The place was too slow for him, too set in the old ways. His impatience with his new peers made it so that the boy could hardly sit still.
"I do understand, America. I may not share all your notions about freedom and liberty and destiny, but I can remember what it was like to be uncertain. I remember being afraid," England admitted quietly.
"I'm not afraid!" America retorted hotly. "I'm not afraid of anythin', and 'specially war," he added in a more petulant tone. England leaned against the wall behind him, his smile widening. He must have looked patronizing, because America waved at him dismissively and started to retreat down the hall. England rolled his eyes.
"I wasn't done talking to you, lad," England said casually.
"Yeah? Well maybe I'm done talkin' to you," America grunted over his shoulder. Despite his incendiary words, America walked more slowly than he usually did, as if waiting to be called back. England pushed off the wall to take a more authoritative stance.
"America, you're going to tell me whatever it is that's bothering you for your own good. I don't want to hear about liberty and justice and all of that other nonsense. That may be your justification for picking all these fights, but it's not the true reason deep down. Talk to me. I'll listen."
America stopped almost instantly. England saw the way the younger nation's fists clenched in his pockets. His suit looked scruffier than usual, one of the few indicators he'd been brawling. The fabric was worn, and the hems were a little frayed. The once soft, tailored suit now looked dusty and stiff. The tall blond had traded in his shiny black dress shoes for a rougher pair of brown leather ones meant for riding horses, adorned with wickedly sharp spurs. His pants were different—a little more form-fitting. England wouldn't have thought it possible, but the boy looked even stronger than usual. The long, lean muscles of his legs were a thing of beauty, and there was nothing childish about his rough, callused hands. In some ways, England supposed, there were benefits to America spending so much of his time in the unruly western frontier.
America half-turned, allowing England to glimpse the dull metal of a colt revolver in a holster beneath his bomber jacket. He scowled in disapproval.
"You aren't supposed to come to these meetings armed. They could kick you out over something like that, you know," England fussed. For a moment, all the hostility drained away and England saw the little boy America had once been.
"I forgot to show it to you, didn't I? It's totally replaced the old holster pistols we were usin'. You get six shots, and it can take out a horse at fifty yards! It's got a charge of more than 60 grains in each chamber—that's double your typical revolver. I keep tellin' you to come shootin' with me some time. I'll get you one of your very own. I promise you won't leave home without it once you get the feel for it."
England was grateful for the momentary break in the tension. He gave the extended gun a wary but appreciative glance that seemed to pacify America. England liked a good fox hunt more than anyone, but he had the sneaking suspicion America didn't hunt small, harmless game with his beloved revolver. America tucked the revolver away again and seemed more inclined to talk rationally now that his temper had cooled.
"I don't really know what's going on with me. I wish I knew. I'm just so damned restless all the time. I'm not scared…just...torn in a hundred different directions."
"That's understandable. You're growing faster than any of us foresaw. You have power, but not necessarily the maturity to best wield it yet. And before you protest that you're all grown up, I'm not saying you aren't. Trust me—I can see very well that you're a man now," England said, unable to help his gaze from slipping down America's broad chest. America looked a little confused by his words, though he must have caught some of the intent, because a light blush replaced the indignant retort England had seen coming. To recover from the strange moment, England continued speaking more hurriedly.
"I just mean that we all go through a period of figuring out who we are. I was a pirate, and far less honorable than you at one time. We all expect you to have some growing pains, but please believe me when I say it's just a phase. You'll settle down in due time, and you'll regret it severely if you've burned all your bridges."
"So I should apologize to Mexico before I leave? Is that what you're sayin'?" America didn't sound excited about that at all.
"An apology to the entire gathering would not be unwarranted. You did throw your chair and cause a rather large scene."
America had the grace to look a little embarrassed.
"Sorry, England," America said softly, meek as a lamb. The last of the tension left England's posture. Not all of his confrontations with America ended so peaceably, but it happened often enough to keep giving England hope. Then England did something strange. Maybe it was the soft way America had apologized, like a scolded little boy, or maybe it was the sad slump to the other nation's broad shoulders, but England moved forward rather suddenly and embraced him.
The last time he'd done so, America had barely reached his chest. Now his cheek pressed against the soft leather of the taller nation's bomber jacket. With startling embarrassment, England realized it was the first time they'd touched at all since America had declared independence from him.
Just when England was beginning to feel ridiculously foolish, America's strong arms wrapped around him with an almost crushing need. England struggled comically for air in the circle of America's steel arms and finally just resigned himself to the embrace. He leaned into the warmth of the boy and breathed his scent in deeply. He smelled like cornflower blue skies and gun powder.
"Well isn't this touching? All America needed was a hug from his mamma," Mexico spat as he exited the room. Mexico stormed off down the hall, not waiting for the fallout from his insulting comment. His temper igniting instantly, America's hand shot towards the hidden holster and England's green eyes went wide with alarm.
"America! Not here! What the bloody hell are you thinking?"
Blushing a red shade so deep he rivaled his own flag, America reluctantly released the hilt of his revolver.
"Damn Mexico! I'm not apologizing!" Then, raising his voice so that Mexico could hear him, America flashed a rather inappropriate hand gesture and yelled, "Go suck on a cactus, you tyrant!"
England sighed. In America's book, calling someone a tyrant was just about the worst he could dish out. It hadn't been that long since England was on the receiving end of America's favorite insult, and England couldn't help but feel a wince of sympathy for Mexico. At least he hadn't been neighbors with America when they were fighting.
"Just forget about it. You already beat him. He's just bitter."
Once again, America's mood shifted from enraged to curious in a heartbeat. It was hard to keep up with how quickly the boy changed his passions.
"Are you bitter?" America asked. England was a little surprised. They'd somehow reached a mutual agreement not to discuss the war between them. This was the first time America had brought it up.
"I think the other nations will be filing out soon. That's not exactly a conversation I want to have for anyone to hear. Can you pay me a visit before returning home, or are you short on time?" England asked, hoping to postpone what would surely be an emotional discussion. It was easy to think America was just a muscle bound brute, but England knew how sensitive the boy truly was beneath all his boasting and bluster. America had a soft heart, and no doubt secretly still cared about England's opinion of him, even if he didn't care about anyone else's lately.
"I've got time enough for this." America's expression seemed to think there was something huge between them—more than brotherly camaraderie. If England wasn't totally mistaken (it had happened before) America was looking at him in a way that was entirely new, and yet it was the oldest emotion of all. It was the tender look of someone who was in love.
America was suddenly gone, leaving England alone to deal with a realization that hit him like a ton of bricks. If he was becoming aware of America's sexual appeal, no doubt America was, too. He'd never heard the boy speak of a crush on any of their fellow nations, though he seemed a little creeped out by Russia's stalker. England had never caught him sneaking glances at Ukraine's tits during a meeting, or trying to sweet-talk Liechtenstein.
All of France's rather blunt innuendos about America's enthusiasm had gone right over the boy's head, so England had happily concluded the boy was more interested in his silly heroic notions than he was in sex. Clearly though, America had been doing some growing and changing.
The almost desperate reaction to his awkward hug, the strangely soft and tender look he'd given him, and asking England what his opinion of him was…all of that was highly abnormal behavior for America.
"Oh, England, you're almost as naïve as your boy. Don't tell me it's just now occurring to you that America is working through some serious sexual frustration. I happened to oversee that hug of yours. Tsk tsk, England! You're being absolutely naughty…how refreshing!" France teased, emerging from a nearby shadow. England bristled with indignation at the needling words of his old rival.
England settled for a haughty glare of dismissal and left, his mind returning to what might await him when he reached home, and found America there waiting.
America had been waiting for him, but not for very long according to Arthur's servant. All afternoon, as England had concluded his business with allies, colonies, and enemies, his mind had raced with thoughts of America.
America…who was no longer a scrawny lad desperate for independence, but now a hot-blooded young man desperate for something else. The way America had looked at him in the hallway—so tenderly—was it possible? Was there any chance at all they could be something more to each other once again? Was England even open to the idea?
America stood as soon as England entered the study, and his drink (something alcoholic) sloshed a bit over the rim of the tumbler. America cursed and fumbled with the glass, trying to wipe up the spilled alcohol and blushing in embarrassment even as he did so.
For a moment, England simply drank in the sight of him. If he had to guess his age, he'd say not a day over nineteen. During the Revolution, he'd resembled a sixteen-year-old. Of course, this was purely a trick of immortality. In actuality, America must have been approaching his eightieth birthday. Just eighty measly years. In that light, he was still a baby compared to England's numerous centuries of existence. They were so very different, the two of them. America had been right. It truly just wasn't meant to be between them.
England felt the usual melancholy wash over him that he felt whenever he thought about America for too long. As if sensing it, America rushed forward and spilled more of the drink all over again.
"Damn. Let me just put this down. I'm sorry I spilled it on your fancy lookin' rug, but hey…hey now! Don't frown like that! I'll get you a new one! How would you like a big cowhide in here? It'd look real good. I've got a couple at my place now."
"Oh, America…it isn't the rug and you know it. I don't know if I can talk to you about this yet. It's not easy to do, and it's only been a few decades since…since…" England trailed off.
Though they had never discussed it, America had seen England get drunk since his fight for independence, and he knew that he had no clue what to do with the emotional little country when he was in such a state.
"Don't you see, England? I only wanted to be independent so I could be strong…like you! I wanted…aw hell. I'm makin' a right mess of this, ain't I?" Alfred asked. The boy's unusual dialect had become more exaggerated when he got emotional since his expansion efforts.
England sighed and turned away from his former colony.
"I'm not bitter. I would never begrudge you any happiness or success, America. That's all you need to know," England said softly. His former charge touched his shoulder lightly, and England turned to glance into sincere, honest blue eyes. Who was America now that he was no longer his ward? Who had he become on the western frontier?
"I'm not stupid, you know? I know the others…well…they don't really like me very much," America said in a rare moment of reflection. Then the boy's eyes lit with that fire that was so common in him these days. "An' I don't need 'em! I don't need anybody!"
England's eyes closed in pain. There was the truth of it. America's light touch on his shoulder moved to his face, and England's green eyes shot open in surprise.
"I don't need anyone…but I want you. Just you. England, I can't hardly sleep for wantin'! I want my land to reach from sea to sea, and I want freedom, and justice! And I want everyone to come to my shores—everyone brave enough to want those things, too. I've got shiploads of new Americans, comin' in by the boatfuls, and I'm learning all their languages and ways because I want them—I want everyone—to take me serious! But it's so much, and it's all so fast, and I just…I just…" America trailed off, and his harsh breaths slowed.
England blinked, more than a little taken aback, and realized America had gripped his upper arms almost desperately. His blue eyes begged England to understand the turmoil, and the tumble of growth, and the power and the struggle and wildness that was threatening at every moment to overwhelm the young man.
England softened in the boy's hold. He looked up at America from under his lashes and he tilted his head back so America could kiss him.
It was bloody awful, as far as kisses went. To be fair, England had been spending all his time lately with nations even older and more experienced than himself, and he had forgotten what the first time felt like. America kept hitting his teeth, and he obviously didn't know what to do with his large, clumsy hands, and his brand new glasses were poking England's cheek bone rather uncomfortably.
But England let him claim and expand and take—as all ambitious young nations must do. When America finally realized he wouldn't run away, he released his arms (they'd be bruised later, for sure) and England could try to make it a little better. He pulled away from the kiss long enough to slip off America's glasses and set them on the nearby side table, next to the mostly spilled glass of alcohol. America allowed this diversion, but only for a moment. As soon as England turned again America was stealing a second kiss, and then a third, and a fourth, and each kiss was just as wild and desperate as the first.
"Like this, America," England said kindly, showing by example how to kiss with passion and heat, so that the pleasure began to build and spark. He guided America's hands to curl around his lower back, and cheeky boy that he was, America took that as an invitation to begin squeezing and fondling England's arse.
"Oh…err…goodness. Not so rough, lad! Easy…easy…" England coaxed, trying to cool some of the boy's fire but realizing just how futile such a task was. It was America, after all. The boy didn't know the meaning of the word restraint.
The flushed teen awkwardly forced him backwards, till England's back was against the wall, and pressed more intimately up against him. England felt America's hardness against his hip bone and had to bite back a smile. There was one benefit of youth he missed—no doubt the breeze had to merely blow across America's pants at the right angle to make the young man hard and ready.
England, by comparison, was not at all aroused. The situation was just so bloody awkward, and America was so comically earnest and clumsy, in the very same fashion he'd been with his drink earlier…it was all he could do not to laugh at the boy outright. A small, jaded part of England's mind sighed and thought, 'He should have gone to France. I'm hardly the one to have patience with this sort of thing.' But no sooner had the thought crossed his mind that he was angry at the notion. If America was going to have sex with another nation, it had better be with him and nobody else. England had taught him everything else, after all. He could teach him this one final lesson.
"You're not…am I doin' it wrong?" America asked, perhaps catching a bit of England's amused smile when he finally surfaced for air. "You do want me, dontcha England? Because I don't think I could stand it if we couldn't…please…just give me a chance! I'll make it better! Just hold still—" America's hands moved around his front and England only had a moment to panic (it was not a good thing to hear the phrase "just hold still" while in a vulnerable position with America) before America was roughly gripping his limp cock through his trousers and rubbing, no doubt in the same harsh way he did to himself.
"A-America! J-just hold on a moment! That's painful!" England bit out, managing to catch America's wrist and rescue his poor cock from the molestation. He huffed out a deep breath of air and tried to get the boy's full attention by staring boldly up into his scared, excited blue eyes. He tried to relax, and the humor of the situation struck him again. It must have showed on his face.
"Nobody takes me serious, England. N-not you, too, okay? I'll do it how you say, jus'…jus' don't laugh at me. Not now…not like this."
Oh, if America wasn't the most beautiful…the most ridiculous…the most insufferable child in the whole of the world. A damn broke somewhere in England's heart and his rivers, his very arteries, flooded with affection for the young nation, his little Alfred.
"I won't deny you this, America, but I can't pretend this isn't just a little bit funny. If this is going to be any fun at all, you'll have to shake off all that worry and stress and seriousness. It doesn't suit you. Come now…I'll take you to bed," Arthur reassured gently. Blushing with embarrassment and vulnerability, America let go of some of his tension. He reluctantly gave England a small smile, just the barest quirk of his lips.
"I guess it is a bit funny…me an' you together like this…"
"That it is, but the world is a funny place. Right there. There's that sunny grin I adore," England said, smiling himself and kissing the sweet expression on America's lips. The young nation's smile broadened, and he let England take him by the hand and lead him through the house to his master bedroom, meek as a little lamb.
"England…I've never…" America said haltingly. England rolled his eyes since America was behind him and couldn't see.
'As if that isn't painfully obvious, my love,' England thought. When he turned to face America, there was no trace of mockery in his expression.
"When you're with a lover…or, err, me…as it were…start with gentle kissing, like we did before. You can nip a bit, but not too hard. Let's try that some more, shall we? You can put your hands on my hips, or run them up and down my back, if you prefer," England said. America nodded energetically, just a little bleary eyed without his glasses, and dove towards him again. England grunted a bit as he was momentarily lifted off his feet.
"Mmnf—I said gently, America!"
America blushed in apology and tried again, clearly holding himself back, pressing his open mouth softly to England's and carefully shifting his lips against England's.
'That's…that's actually quite nice,' England thought pleasantly. America broke the kiss first.
"Like that, England?"
"Y-yes…just like that. You may—only if you wish, mind you—put your…err…tongue in my…as the French do. It sounds quite improper, but it really is—nngh!" England's reluctant praise of the French kissing technique was interrupted by America's eager, wet kiss. His mouth was filled with the American's curious tongue, practically licking at his tonsils. It was too much at first, but then Alfred seemed to remember Arthur had a tongue, too, and he tangled his up with Arthur's with erotic abandon and energy that no other lover had ever shown. England melted into the dominating kiss a bit, delighting in the way the clumsy hands now smoothly and confidently rubbed patterns on his back. England knew it to be the boy's first French kiss, but he certainly took to it like a fish to water.
England supposed having an awfully big mouth paid off in times such as these.
When this kiss ended, America's embarrassment was fading…replaced with a rather jaunty cockiness. He knew he'd done well by the way Arthur had melted so trustingly into his muscular hold.
"There's French in me, too, ya know. I can talk French to ya, if ya want," America offered huskily. England blinked rapidly and shook his head in horror, his previous enjoyment of the kiss forgotten at such an appalling offer.
"Gods no, America! The last thing I want to hear in bed is smarmy frog speak! If you're going to suggest such awful things we can stop right this instant!"
Now it was America's turn to laugh. "Hey now…you were the one that wanted me to French kiss ya, darlin'."
On an ordinary day, England thought America's new way of speaking was rather ridiculous—quaint if he was feeling charitable. He knew the roughened explorers and cowboys of the west spoke differently because of a lack of good schooling, but America didn't have that excuse. He was just too easily influenced by the capricious ways of his mixed-bag of citizens.
Now, though, something about the rough country-speak sounded deliciously good to his ears. The husky pitch of America's voice as he'd called him his darling…it went straight to England's cock, and he felt the first twitch of excitement.
"Don't you dare start talking in French. Keep speaking just as you are. Your accent is…I can hardly believe it…but it's rather a turn-on," England praised. America's growing smirk nearly reached his ear lobe. He'd spent enough time lately around wild cowboys who rolled into small little towns, and ruffled the women-folk's feathers with their honeyed promises and their rough hands. That was behavior he could easily imitate. America relaxed, finally having a bit of inspiration to go by.
He startled England when he easily picked him up. He pressed a few, hot wet kisses up England's neck, as he'd seen the cowboys do to the saloon girls, and nibbled on the smaller nation's ear.
"I've waited an awful long time for this, sugar. Have you been waitin' for me?"
England squeezed his thighs around America's hard abs and felt his cock twitch again, his excitement seemingly linked to those ridiculous pet names America kept spouting off. One of America's big hands wrapped around his leg while the other arm supported his weight and moved his leg up a little higher.
"Mind the gun, England," America reminded. The blood rushed southward and England moaned, rolling his hips forward seeking friction. America carried him to the bed and dropped him there. His confidence faltered and he seemed confused. England was aroused by his innocence now, too.
"Strip for me…but leave the boots on," England suggested, as he began tearing off his own tie and waistcoat. England watched in wide-eyed appreciation as he saw America's grown body in the nude for the first time. "Oh," he gasped softly, "I certainly raised a beautiful nation, didn't I?" England said, almost too softly to be heard.
America heard, though. His confident grin was boyish, and oh-so-very-sexy. Fully aware of his own appeal, America dropped his hand to his gorgeous cock, which was bloody perfect just like the rest of him, and gave it a few slow tugs for show. He took a few steps back, so England could see the boots, and America…well…he preened. There was no other word for it, and Arthur realized it was something the boy possessed naturally that England could have never taught—confidence. Bold, breathtaking, unshakeable confidence that he was free and beautiful and England better damn well appreciate it.
And, oh, England felt very appreciative.
"Get over here now, America. I want you to fuck me. Mmm…I want your beautiful cock so much," England begged, and felt no shame in doing so. His country was built on beautifully written words—it should have surprised no one that England talked dirty in bed, and talked quite a bit at that.
"Yes sir," America answered, and it was perfectly obvious that his respectful, obedient reply was an inside joke. America was many things—respectful and obedient, not so much.
"England…you're just a sight for sore eyes! I've been out on the trails an' I get so lonesome I feel like I'll die. Say you'll come back with me! We'll take a horse an' just go—you and me—an' I'll take you to where the wildflowers grow so thick, you'd think God himself painted 'em right there on the ground. I'll lay you down in all those soft flowers an'—an'…"
"Make love to me?" England offered, caught up in America's beautiful fantasy. Hearing those words on England's lips was apparently the permission America had been waiting for. As he covered England's slender frame with his own larger, broader one, kissing him hotly and wetly wherever his lips landed and all over seemingly all at once, his sweet, pure-hearted promises flowed from his lips like honey.
"I love you so much, England. I've missed you—jus' the sight of you—an' at night I think about how much I love you when I…you know…an' I wish it was you touchin' me, always, because you're…you're just everything! You're perfect, an' I really, really love you. You gotta understand! I'll never love anyone else like I love you! Please…please say that you love me, too. Say you forgive me for what I done to you or I…I…I just won't be able to bear it, England!"
England felt tears dampen his lashes as those sweet, sweet words washed over him…because he knew America was too young to know that love like the humans felt was not the same for them. They lived so long, and alliances changed things, and wars so often twisted love into hatred. England would not be America's only love, but it was special to know he was his first. England was surprised the innocent, boyish claims of adoration rushed past his defenses to the place that had grieved so deeply at America's betrayal. The pain of that loss eased under the onslaught of America's pure, sweet promises, youthful and naïve as they may have been.
"I have always loved you, America, and never stopped…not even when…not even when you left me. I forgive you. I couldn't possibly stay mad at you, my love. Never with you," England replied with an honesty that was deeper than first love, though nowhere near as sweet and simple.
America kissed him then, kissed away his tears, even kissed his eyebrows of all things—as if the boy just wanted to worship his body forever and ever. His need, however, eventually proved too pressing. Brushing aside the boy's sweet concerns, England used the slick in his bedside drawer and prepared himself quickly. America would have to learn how to do that another day—England couldn't wait much longer.
Just the sight of England fingering himself proved too much for the young nation. Biting his lip in embarrassment, he thrust a few times against England's bent thigh, blue eyes hungry at the sight of England's fingers deep inside, and came with a soft cry.
"I'm sorry! Jus' give me a second. It'll come back," America ensured in a rush. England gave him a mild glare but continued to work himself over, stretching and finally giving into the urge to moan when his fingers found that sweet spot inside. His cock, fully erect now, began to bead with pre-cum.
Watching the show, America was already pumping himself again, and England realized it was probably better that he'd gotten the first one out of the way. Otherwise, the fun would have been over before it even truly started.
Arthur pulled his fingers free from his loosened hole and paid some attention to his dick. He played with the tip, spreading the pre-cum and carefully pressing against the little slit. The knowledge that America was watching him touch himself in such a way made him even harder.
"Are you ready again, love?"
"Yeah, can I put it in now?" America asked.
"Yes, but carefully. Remember your strength," England said with a hint of worry coloring his voice. America's cock truly was a thing of beauty—larger than any of England's previous lovers. With America's wild strength, he could split England in two if he wasn't cautious.
"Okay…jus' tell me…if I'm hurtin' you," Alfred insisted. He lined himself up and groaned in pleasure as he sank in, inch by glorious inch.
"Oh, Alfred!" England praised, and the use of his human name—meant to be reserved for intimate moments such as this—sent America to a new level of pleasure. Taking the same liberty, he pressed an open mouthed kiss against the hollow of England's throat and chanted his name over and over again.
"Arthur…Arthur…Arthur…you're so damned tight!"
"Faster, Alfred, harder!" England said, forgetting all about his own request for gentleness. America obliged, and soon their sweat-slickened bodies were working a bit awkwardly towards a decent rhythm…when America slipped out on accident, and began thrusting against England's cock instead of in his hole.
"Damn it!" America cursed.
"No, do that for a bit—feels good," England encouraged. He reached down between their bodies to wrap his hand around both their dicks at once. This felt so pleasurable to both of them that America nearly came before he realized it wasn't how he wished.
"I wanna…inside you!" America insisted, not even having the words to express himself, or perhaps still a little too puritanical to scream them at the height of passion. Beyond the point of caring, England spread his legs wider in invitation and then locked them around America's sturdy hip bones when the youthful nation was back inside him once more. His thrusts lost all rhythm entirely and were almost jarring as America enthusiastically slammed into him, but just being with America in such a way was enough to make up for the lack of finesse. England continued to fist himself and came powerfully. His orgasm tore through him and the muscles in his arse squeezed and released as he rode out his pleasure. The constriction on top of the wet heat surrounding his dick put America over the edge a second time. He shot his load deep into England and collapsed on top of him just as soon as he was sated.
"Oof!" England grunted, unable to comfortably support the boy's weight. If he'd been a human instead of a nation, he likely would have a broken rib or three.
"Oh, sorry!" America said, rolling off to the side. While England was huffing and struggling to catch his breath—America, who had done the majority of the work—hadn't even broken a proper sweat. "That was fast, too, huh? Hold on, it'll come back," America assured him. England's eyes widened in alarm. Was he really getting old?
'God, I just want to take a kip! I can't keep up with him,' England fretted.
"America…that was wonderful…truly…but I think that's enough for now, don't you? Don't you want to rest a bit?" England suggested, his eyelids already drooping sleepily. That was the most exercise he'd gotten in quite awhile—too cooped up lately with paperwork, negotiations, and ceremonial functions.
America seemed disappointed…and a little embarrassed. The reason for this became rapidly apparent. America was already hard again and was rubbing a bit excitedly against England's thigh.
'Oh sweet lord—help me!' England thought in exhausted desperation.
"Can't you just…let me…jus' once more?" America pleaded. England thought the request rather insensitive, but he reminded himself of America's youth and allowed the boy to have another go. Of course, it was less enjoyable when he was not aroused, and almost a little painful as his nerves felt overwrought. At least America's pacing improved, though, and England didn't feel quite so much like he was being randomly jabbed. It seemed America's stamina was improving, too, so England tried to hurry him along by teasing America's ticklish sides with his blunt nails and clenching around America's frenzied thrusts. The boy finally sated himself and slipped out again. This time, England was quick to wrap himself up in the blanket. America looked rather disappointed.
"We're done, America. Now settle down and lie with me for a bit," England prompted. "You can remove the boots now," he added with a blush. America, however, was wiggling out of his hold.
"I wish I could stay—you know I do, honey—but I'm gonna miss my boat if I don't get down to the dock. This was great, though. You're somethin' else, you know that? You'll come visit me soon, won't you?"
"Well, yes, but…must you really leave right this moment? A good lover takes the time to—"
"Teach me next time, okay? I'm all hyped up now. I don't even wanna get on that boat. I bet I could just swim it, what with the way I'm feelin' right now!"
"America, you can't possibly be serious…you're not serious, are you?" England asked, sitting up in alarm. It was unnatural. Three rounds as quickly as they'd gone and America still wasn't worn out? It was bloody unfair, that's what it was. Like a toddler that simply refused to go to sleep. England realized he was pouting at the injustice of it all and tried to change his expression. He needn't have worried—like a typical self-centered teenager, America didn't seem to care what England was feeling now that he was sated.
"Ha! I guess I won't swim it—but I totally could some day, for sure! Gosh, I feel so much better now, England. I've been wantin' to do that for forever now! I'm a real man now—I even feel different! It's like—I'm even stronger! I'll reach the west coast for sure now!" America boasted. England closed his eyes in defeat.
"Oh, go on you bloody git. Get back to your revolvers and your horses. I can tell you're itching to leave, so don't linger on my account," England said waspishly. He remembered America's sweet words, promised so sincerely in the heat of passion…
"You really do get me, don't cha, England? I'm glad it was you. I really do love you," America said, leaning over him to press a kiss against his frown. England cracked one eye open.
"You're a wanker. Leave."
"Heh, alright old man. I'll let you sleep, but remember—you promised you'd come visit soon! It'll be even better next time!"
In a huff, England rolled onto his side, creating a cocoon with the thick blanket, and waved America off dismissively. To his pillow, he whispered darkly, "Ha! Not-bloody-likely!"
Completely oblivious to the darkening atmosphere, America left the nation's home with a huge, cocky grin on his face. Things would be different the next time he came back to Europe. Everyone would know he was a man now, for sure, and that the Great British Empire was his sweetheart and nobody else's.
Before that day came, though, he had a dream to accomplish back home—a destiny.
A/N: I'm cleaning up one-shots I've written randomly as I work on my longer fic, and this one needed a lot of work. And by lots of work, I mean ten pages of smut tacked onto the end. That being said, I'm quite pleased with it. I hope you enjoyed my cowboy!America making his early debut on the world stage!

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Children at a church in Toronto wished to help children facing death at a young age and for Lent, with advice from their parents, are supporting the Sasha Bella Fund. Here is the writeup in the church's current newsletter:
THE SASHA BELLA FUND for Family Centered Care was created in menory of a little girl named Sasha Bella. Sasha was born June 6, 2004 with multiple health conditions. After a brave fight, she died with her family at her side. Her family thought it was important for families in similar situations to be able to have their child at home during the last stages of palliative care. They established the fund in her memory. It is difficult to think of any child fighting a prolonged terminal illness and so, the children of PromiseLand, with the input of ideas from their parents, decided they wanted to help those who face death at an early age. We invite you to join us in making a contribution to this fund.... This Lent, let's all help the children of our city to die with dignity.
We celebrate the children's love and generosity and purity of purpose and thank the parents for their support.
Celebrating Sasha and supporting SickKids patient and family centred interprofessional care, staff and family partnership, patient safety, palliative care and Alagille Syndrome. Thanks to family for love and visits, laid back Dr Michael Peer, Dr Jennifer Russell's tireless coordination of LFHC, GI, CCCU, Gen Surg and IGT, all the staff at Hospital for Sick Children and Max and Beatrice Wolfe Centre and final homebound team Stephen Jenkinson, Dr Russell Goldman and TCCAC.
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So today has been good for the most part...this morning sucked but the afternoon got better.
Mom and I fought over me going to Chris' because she told dad to make the decision as to if I had to go with them to Mt. Sterling or stay at Chris' house. Then I wanted to compromise me clean the house if I got to go and she still wouldn't fly. So then when she got ready to leave she informed me to get my shit together that I was going over to Chris' lol.
So I got to Chris' at 2:30pm and yeah he slept for the first 30 minutes because it wasn't him mom talked to so he didn't even know I was coming and then when he did wake up.....well let's just say I am satisified with ALL aspects of my relationship with him. lol.
So I hung out there till 7:10pm and then he came over here for about an hour and a half because Jimmy (Kelly's boy toy) came over and Chris' came with me to retrieve him so he could go back to Chris' (its slightly disturbing that she always ends up with my boyfriends friends).
So yeah that was the basis of my day.
On a side note on Friday I got my nipples pierced! Gretta done them for me for free (her husband runs a tattoo shop and she does piercings). Mom still doesn't know yet and I intend to keep it that way unless they get bad infected.


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Hypnosis and Impotence
I sometimes have trouble keeping an erection when with a girl. This doesnt affect me when I masterbate unless my mind isnt quite focused enough. As a result of this I have started taking Veega (generic viagra) before sex and I become a man made of steel. Its great but I dont want to have keep taking them.
I do beleive this to be all in my mind and have told my gf about this and she is very understanding. She doesn't ask me if I have taken a tablet as this will start to make an issue, however I want to be able to stop them and have good long sex without the aid of tablets.
As I believe this to be all in my mind I have tried to tell myself that I dont need anything, however when it comes to the crunch its in the back of my mind that I haven't taken a tablet and then is just goes down!
I have recently looked up hypnosis and found the following product for sale:-
Has anyone had any experience of overcoming impotence with hypnosis?
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Can it be more dangerous than good?
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Chicken Gizzards in White Wine Sauce
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- Servings Per Recipe: 8
- Amount Per Serving
- Calories: 216.3
- Total Fat: 4.3 g
- Cholesterol: 223.1 mg
- Sodium: 612.3 mg
- Total Carbs: 6.6 g
- Dietary Fiber: 1.3 g
- Protein: 31.9 g
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IntroductionThis is a flavorful exotic dish from Nicaragua low in calories and fat This is a flavorful exotic dish from Nicaragua low in calories and fat
Number of Servings: 8
2 lbs Chicken Gizzards
4 cups water
1 small Onions, raw, chopped
1/2 cup Red Peppers fresh, .5 cup, chopped
3 large cloves Garlic - chopped
2-3 Red Ripe Tomatoes (Roma) 1 cup, chopped
Lea & Perrins, Worcestershire Sauce, 3 tsp
Salt, 1 tsp
Pepper, black, 1 tsp
1 tsp Achiote Paste
1 cup White Wine
2 cups White Rice, medium grain, (4 cups cooked)
Place the chicken gizzards in 4 cups of water, add salt and garlic, bring to boil. Reduce to medium simmer and cook for 45 minutes. After 45 minutes add the onions, peppers, tomatoes, pepper, worchestershire sauce, achiote and white wine. Cook down to reduce the wine (about another 20 minutes). Serve over the rice. Can be served with tortillas if desired. Makes approximately 8 1-cup servings
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They point to a study by a council analyst that found each eMontgomery transaction would cost the county $55 in expenses and that users would be charged a handling fee of up to $50.


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Movies Now regains No.1 spot
MUMBAI: Zee Studio made an exit this week making way for the entry of HBO in the English Movies genre. Movies Now regained its number one position this week.
Comedy Central dominated the English Entertainment genre. The players in the space witnessed mixed ratings this week.
Movies Now 2 made an entry this week making way for the exit of HBO in the English Movies genre. The space was dominated by Sony Pix.
According to the week 6 ratings data of Broadcast Audience Research Council (BARC) India, History TV18 emerged as the number one channel in the infotainment genre.
Living Foodz continued to dominate the Lifestyle space, with the channels observing mixed ratings this week.
English Entertainment
Comedy Central sustained its number one position with 344 Impressions ('000s) as compared to 254 Impressions ('000s) in week 5. Star World was at the second place with 207 Impressions ('000s). Zee Cafe stood at the third position with 132 Impressions ('000s) whereas Colors Infinity SD took the fourth place with 107 Impressions ('000s). AXN came down to the fifth rank with 70 Impressions ('000s).
English Movies
Movies Now regained the number one position this week with 2315 Impressions ('000s) as to 2207 Impressions ('000s) in week 5 followed by Sony Pix with 2271 Impressions ('000s). Star Movies with 1970 Impressions ('000s) grabbed the third position followed by HBO at the fourth position with 1427 Impressions ('000s). Movies Now 2 took the fifth place with 1333 Impressions ('000s).
History TV 18 toppled Discovery Channel dominating the genre with 4346 Impressions ('000s). Discovery Channel took the second spot with 4269 Impressions ('000s). Nat geo Wild was at the third spot with 3056 Impressions ('000s). National Geographic stood at the fourth position with 3049 Impressions ('000s) while, Animal Planet was at the fifth place with 2505 Impressions ('000s)
Living Foodz sustained its number one position with increased ratings from 1845 Impressions ('000s) in week 5 to 1898 Impressions ('000s) this week. Fox Life sustained at the second berth with 978 Impressions ('000s) followed by FYI TV18 with 883 Impressions ('000s). Food Food with 736 Impressions ('000s) and TLC with 455 Impressions ('000s) bagged the fourth and fifth position, respectively.


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Friday, August 22, 2008
A fool and his money
Services Overview
We have set up a system to send documents by the email, to the addresses you provide, 6 days after the "Rapture" of the Church. This occurs when 3 of our 5 team members scattered around the U.S fail to log in over a 3 day period. Another 3 days are given to fail safe any false triggering of the system.
We give you 150mb of encrypted storage that can be sent to 12 possible email addresses, in Box #1. You up load any documents and choose which documents go to who. You can edit these documents at any time and change the addresses they will be sent to as needed. Box #1 is for your personal private letters to your closest lost friends and relatives.
We give you another 100mb. of unencrypted storage that can be sent to up to 50 email addresses, in Box #2. You can edit the documents and the addresses any time. Box #2 is for more generic documents to lost family & friends.
The cost is $40 for the first year. Re-subscription will be reduced as the number of subscribers increases. Tell your friends about You've Been left behind.
Ok, so apparently this website provides a service where, for $40 a year, a True Christian can store 'left behind' letters, survivalist info, million dollar tracts or whatever. Then when all the True Christians have been Raptured the stored materials will be auto-emailed to the left behinded loved ones.
Are you fucking shitting me? Really, if anyone is this stupid then they deserved to be ripped off. I say we stop fighting 'em and join 'em. People are going to throw their money away on this shit anyways, they might as well give it to me.
I gonna start working on my threats of Hell business model….
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The already fleeced getting fleeced again. Ya gotta love it.ReplyDelete
My new business is selling desktop airbags. For the low, low price of $295, you'll get an airbag that deploys automatically when you read a dumb creationist quote and reflexively do a nose dive.ReplyDelete
christians screwing over other christians. Oh boy!ReplyDelete
There could be a market in that, some of those creationist comments could kill enough brain cells to render someone unconscious.
I'll take 3.
Once they get someone on their mailing list they know they have a sucker hooked and they'll be getting bogus offers for all kinds of shit.ReplyDelete
My favorite End of Times business:for a modest sum of money an atheist will promise to check on your pets and find them good homes in case you are raptured.ReplyDelete
I'm almost tempted to start this one myself.
The credit for this idea goes to a fellow Raytractor- but I can't remember which one- Clos maybe.
I can't wait to get my post Rapture emails. I'll join "Rayford Steele" and "Buck Williams" in the Tribulation Force. And I'll turn on you evil atheists in a heartbeat.ReplyDelete
There's another Rapture Letters site out there (I can't remember the link) that actually is run by atheists. They say something like "we're atheists so we'll definitely be here when you get raptured to send those letters!"ReplyDelete
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Scotsman iPhone App: a review – 4/10
April 19, 2010
By:Craig McGill
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As mentioned last week, The Scotsman has brought out an iPhone app. Now there's not much you can say about an app ultimately, so let's do this quickly with a review based on five days of usage:
- The Concept: it has a breakdown by some of the usual topics – news, sport – which are probably just rebadged RSS feeds.
- It also has a full downloadable version of the paper, which is fantastic (I still believe the modern news page is one of the best information inventions ever) and will be even better on the iPad than iPhone.
- It's an app on the iPhone. Scottish journalism reaches the 21st century.
- That's a decent price. Less than £2 for three months of The Scotsman? Sold. I'll buy every UK paper at that price.
- Downloading papers to read offline.
- Full paper on the iPad? Awesome. I'd buy an iPad just to read papers on it like this.
- It would help if the app actually works. Crashes more often than Stevie Wonder at the dodgems.
- It is slooooow, even on wifi. Try to download one of the papers and you are waiting forever. This is a poor show. In fact, given that most people will probably decide they want to read this out and about then they should have the downloads optimised for 3G (though as it keeps crashing, any form of working download would be good).
- Did I mention that it's slow?
- There's no innovation here at all. No mention of the specialist sites like the whisky one. There's been no thought into the story categories whatsoever to make life easier for people, it's functional but unimaginative.
- The User Interface is a bad joke. This thing has more menus and submenus than every other iPhone app combined. Simplicity and ease of use weren't a prime factor in making this app.
- It tries to download multiple copies of the same paper – and there doesn't seem to be a delete button.
- Doesn't tell you if you can read the papers on your main PC/Mac.
- Is less than £2 every three months going to be enough to save The Scotsman. How many copies of this need downloaded before it makes cash? Even more of a question: as this is just one of a series of apps by PageSuite how much is their cut?
- In every sense, this looks and acts like a beta product. PageSuite should be ashamed – from speed to UI to content.
- On the content note, when you launch an app, have stories in every category eh?
- It's really repurposed web content with no extras.
- Where's the Scotland on Sunday?
- This excellent article on PaidContent also sums up some problems with the pay model.
Why Apple might ban it from the app store
As people who use the likes of MotherApp will know, Apple is cracking down on rebadged sites or RSS feeds turned into Apps. That's all this is. Be interesting to see if anyone at Apple takes notice.
Final Thoughts
I'd love for this app to work, I love the idea of being able to download the paper but at the moment that one piece of want is clouding my judgement on what is a very poor application.


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Roving Art Cart - Westinghouse Park
On Tuesday, August 1st, The Citiparks Roving Art Cart will be visiting the Westinghouse Park from 10:00am-1:00pm. Children paint, sculpt, bead, and create a summer of magical fun. Come visit the RIF table to pick out a book or listen to a story!
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Dog Food, Kirkland 40 Lb Bags ( 750 Bags Total) - Other Classified Ads in Reno
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This load of Dog Food is being sold to recover funds for the insurance company. According to the adjuster the bags were restacked and palletized after the soft rollover accident.
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Daiki Suzuki's fall collection for Woolrich Woolen Mills includes a hunting-inspired pair of pants—and another that's tailored for open season. (Kind of what you'd expect, given the designer's taste in fatigues and military blankets.) The light wool trousers (above) are printed with duck-hunting scenes, while the heavier flannel pair with reinforced knees (below) are ready for a weekend in the woods. In other words, whatever your preferred weapon—musket or NES gun—Daiki's got you covered.
Woolrich Woolen Mills printed Ranger pants, $289, and flannel Upland pants, $259, available at Barneys, 660 Madison Ave., NYC, (212) 826-8900, barneys.com


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I put myself in the hole already. But I know I can climb out of it soon. I saw this MS tote on mycraftchannel.com a few months back. It was a daily featured item. I passed up on it then because I thought it was too expensive. Well, the other day it was back on. I still think it cost more than I care to spend, but I started meeting with some friends once a month to stamp. I have lots of totes around but I am so tired of digging through it looking for what I need. This tote unfolds to make a real nice crafting space and has pockets for all your tools. It also comes with some tools. Even though I already have those tools, it will be nice not to have to make sure I have everything I need when I'm on the go. I broke down and ordered it. Hopefully, that will be my biggest purchase for the year. Since I thought about it before I guess this wasn't a too impulsive purchase. Most of the time I delete those emails or just watch the videos to see what's new. And I'll have you know, I have passed up on all of the papers. I keep telling myself that I really don't like them.
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Welcome to the Wonderful World of Melissa (and Michael)
That's a great video and song!
Glorious Easter back at you! I don't think I'll say Happy Easter ever again!
I'm with Kim. I loved it when Pastor Paul came up with Glorious!
Love videos that capture truth and God's love.
Love it!
Thanks for reading my blog! Leave me a comment so I can read your thoughts on my thoughts! :)


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William G. McDougal
Dr. William G. McDougal is a Professor in the School of Civil and Construction Engineering at Oregon State University and is the Director of the CCE Laboratories. The laboratories include wave, tsunami, hydraulics, groundwater, structures, geotechnical, materials, transportation, and computational. Prof. McDougal is also actively involved in consulting in the areas of coastal and ocean engineering, hydraulic engineering, and erosion control.


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October 5, 2009
Apple picking
The kids all enjoyed trying to use the apple picker, although the branches were laden down with heavy apples...at their level.
Rob bought himself a log-splitter. Last year we got a wood burning furnace that sits in our fireplace and our energy bill went from $200 in December to $90 in January. He picked up a huge load of wood from a friend yesterday...we should be set for the upcoming cool weather!
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- Chrispea said...
Mmmm, yum, love apples. I just made a delicious German Apple Cake. Here's the recipe: http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/German-Apple-Cake-I/Detail.aspx
I substituted 1/2 of the oil with applesauce and it turned out great.
{hugs} Chrispea
- October 6, 2009 at 7:16 AM
- Chrispea said...
OH, forgot to mention that I gave you a blog award. If you want to play along, just grab it off of my blog.
- October 6, 2009 at 7:43 AM
- Emily R. said...
Glad to hear you are feeling better! The apple picking looks like a lot of fun!!
- October 6, 2009 at 4:34 PM
- Samantha said...
That looks like a fun activity! We don't have any apple orchards here despite living in Apple Valley. Go figure, right?! LOL.
- October 6, 2009 at 11:22 PM
- Michelle M. said...
We were going to do this tomorrow night, but Swine flu has gotten in the way of those plans.
- October 8, 2009 at 5:24 PM
- Jeannette said...
It is so apple time...at my house, where currently I do not live due to a wonderful job we have on the coast...my apple trees are hopefully causing the tenants to not only bake pies and can sauce, and remember my neighbors with a gift bag or two, they are either raking them into piles, or playing rogue basketball tossing them into a compost pile. Many years the apples, even with thinning, hang more like clusters of grapes than apples.
I peeked at your photo page...clicking on your name when you left a comment took me there. I instantly saw lovely elements: children, grandparents, mountains, water, smiles,so many bright colors and your lovely definition of togetherness as a place.
Thnk you for your visit...I have enjoyed mine here.
- October 11, 2009 at 12:13 PM


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Some sweet photos riding photos from Matt Delorem and (lifestyle?) photos from Jill Kintner. A great weekend, and a super fun race run. Conditions were very different on race day vs. practice.
A big thanks goes out to Mike at Fox for dialing in my suspension, Nick and the gang at Shimano for getting my drivetrain fixed up, and Lars and Jill for putting up with me. Also a big thanks goes out to the crew at Highland for making the whole weekend possible.
We're in beautiful Margaretville, NY for the next week. Plattekill is supposed to be flattish, and covered in loose shale. Pretty much perfect for me. Pretty excited. It should be a good week, and I'll try to keep photos updated. I probably won't, though.
Monday, May 16, 2011
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Not sure if this is the right forum to post this.
Pool Numbers as of this morning (pool opened on Saturday, 5/2):
pH = 7.2
Calcium = 140
CYA = 15 (added 8 lbs of powder CYA but not retested yet)
Over the last couple of years I've been noticing a dull yellow is stain on the liner. It has very defined edges as you can see in the attached photo. The photo doesn't make it appear as bad, but it is actually worse in real life. Very noticeable.
It doesn't brush off or even scrub off so I doubt it's algae. It's also happening on a steel bench in the deep end and on/around my steel stairs. Seems to be mostly around where there is steel from either the walls. Is something happening behind the liners with the steel? Any ideas to diagnose what the problem is? It just keeps getting more pronounced every year. This is the 8th season I've had the liner.


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So, i will be covering the main 3 aspects to Sniper Elite 4 that make he game 10x better for me than the previous titles.
Sniper Elite 4, the next and actually really fun installment to the Sniper Elite Series. The question is, is it really different and new from the previous Sniper Elite games?
Straight off the bat, yes. I will be basing this review on my own personal opinions so any views you have may vary, I respect that.
So, on to the subject at hand!
So, I've been a fan of Sniper Elite since the very beginning…Back when it was more simple and all that was the main focus was getting then slow motion cam shots and possibly the odd testicle shot that would make your face turn as quickly as the bullet as it passed through the gentlemen's fruit. This time round, I have a few factors I am going to share that make this game the best Sniper Elite to come out.
#1 – The Graphics.
Although all Sniper Elite titles have had great graphics and imagery for its time, especially spreading from many consoles, this edition to the series has really upped the scale on how it portrays the story with the visuals. The first thing i personally was the screan tearing had significantly lowered compared to Sniper Elite 3. That game was like trying to play it on 2 monitors that constantly flickered….not the best way to play. However, in all seriousness, the Graphics really made me feel more at home with this game. It made me feel more alert, alive and ready to explore its large open areas to take on the task at hand.
While talking about the open world, let us take it to the next question.
#2 – The Open World Mission Structure
The fact that you are given a large scale to pick from at the get go, you also have the choice to take on the mission how you want to as soon as it starts. Yes, this was also present in Sniper Elite 3, however, to get to the main objective, there was ultimately one way of doing this. In Sniper Elite 4 however, there is so many ways to complete a task. You will always have side objectives, multiple ways, multiple weapons, traps and many other ways to take down your enemy and gain an advantage over them.
#3 – More Intense Slow-Mo Cams
The signature piece that fits the Sniper Elite puzzle. The one thing we all try to do every single time we aim down the scope of the sniper rifle. Shoot an unsuspecting Soldier in the balls. So i ain't the only one? That's alright then.
So, when it comes to taking the shot, you gotta get the best line up, best area to cover and make sure your at a good distance too. Nothing worse than getting a rather satisfying shot and then it only last a fraction of a second…you want that bullet to travel, warm up and then enter the unsuspecting soldiers foot, head, stomach, arm or, testicals. Admit it, we've all shot someone in the balls.
On the game that is.
So, taking down an entire army is great and all however, doing it in slow motion, taking on an entire empire with a silenced sniper while taking on the entire world is something of pure magic, satisfaction and certification that you are the true Sniper Elite!
How do you guys n gals feel about Sniper Elite 4? Was it the masterpiece you was expecting…or did it flop harder than the testicals of the soldier you shot?
Let me know below!


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Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Peanut Butter Moon Pie.....feel the cholesteral!
Don't worry...it comes with a salmonella warning
Chattanooga Bakery, maker of the MoonPie marshmallow sandwich, has launched MoonPie Peanut Butter, its first product launch in decades.
The product touts a "creamy peanut butter filling, a crunchier, chocolate-flavoured cookie and a chocolaty coating on the outside", the US firm said today.
"We're really excited to be launching some truly new and different items under the proven MoonPie trademark," said Tory Johnston, vice president of marketing. "For over 90 years, we've stayed true to our original design - soft cookies with marshmallow filling. After extensive research, consumers seemed excited to try new items from us - peanut butter is first, and there are several other new ideas in R&D now."
If you're looking for the latest vacation hotspot....Every year on the third Saturday in June, the redneck little town of Bell Buckle, Tennessee springs to life for the annual RC Cola and Moon Pie Festival.
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|Role and regulation of the kinetochore protein Spc7 in fission yeast mitosis
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To maintain genetic integrity, eukaryotic cells must faithfully segregate their chromosomes to daughter cells during mitosis. Errors during bi-orientation lead to aneuploidy, a hallmark of human cancers. A highly conserved mechanism termed the Spindle Assembly Checkpoint (SAC) delays the onset of anaphase until all chromosomes have correctly aligned on the metaphase plate. The proteins responsible for the SAC signal include Mad1, Mad2, BubR1 (Mad3 in fission yeast), Bub1, Bub3 and Mph1 kinase. The SAC monitors tension across the spindle and the attachment status of kinetochores; large, proteinaceous structures that assemble on centromeres during mitosis, and is maintained until all kinetochores are properly attached to microtubules. Phosphorylation and dephosphorylation at the kinetochore also regulate chromosome biorientation. Although the SAC has been intensively studied, the exact kinetochore binding site of some SAC components and regulatory mechanisms surrounding the SAC are poorly understood. I have shown, subsequent to previous work which implicated Protein Phosphatase 1 (PP1) in SAC silencing, that two PP1-binding motifs within the N-terminus of kinetochore protein Spc7 (KNL-1 in human cells) bind Dis2, a fission yeast homologue of PP1, in vitro. This interaction is essential for viability and efficient SAC silencing. I also present data implicating kinesin motor proteins Klp5 and Klp6 in PP1-binding and SAC silencing. Furthermore, I have established a role for the Spc7 MELT motifs in recruiting Bub1, Bub3 and Mad3 to the kinetochores using phospho-null (spc7-9TA) and phosphomimetic (spc7-9TE) mutants, and present evidence that this interaction is required for the recruitment of other SAC components. Additionally, the MELT motifs have a role in SAC maintenance and chromosome segregation, and spc7-9TE cells are able to silence the SAC more efficiently than wild type cells. Results presented in this thesis highlight KNL-1 as a major platform for SAC silencing at the kinetochore and will likely form the basis of future studies within the field of mitosis.
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Today, when I went to the farm the weeds were everywhere. It makes me think of the verses in Genesis 3.
"Cursed is the ground because of you;
through painful toil you will eat of it
all the days of your life.
18 It will produce thorns and thistles for you,
and you will eat the plants of the field.
19 By the sweat of your brow
you will eat your food
until you return to the ground"
Yup. Depressing. My neighbor farmer, Dominic, and I commiserated. He commented that the weeds were all-consuming. I have three beds (200 feet each) that aren't covered by black plastic and they are 100% weeds. Just one long row of green. Half of it was never planted on. I may just give up on them. Or maybe there is a way to just dig up all the weeds at once since there are no plants to avoid. The rows of black plastic are beautiful to look at. One lone plant in the middle. No weeds surrounding it. I could kiss it. I think next year I'll do all black plastic. I'm not sure if that's even possible with the small roots- carrots and beets, but if there is a way, I will find it.
Black plastic is kind of ugly. In a nearby town (think: snooty, upperclass) there is this public garden for all the kids to learn how to plant in. I was reading the plan for it and it said there would not be any ugly black plastic (I can't remember the exact wording); that it would be all natural practices, etc. I think that environmentally concerned citizens have this idealized dream of sustainable farming practices. And there is nothing wrong with that. It's like this goal that we should shoot for. And certainly there are things that non-negotiable- like cancer causing pesticides. But it's easy to judge without a full understanding of farming. I am slowly learning that hard lesson. I remember, before this year of farming, reading about how to make a green house. I decided that if I were to make a green house I wouldn't use PCV piping which is environmentally irresponsible. But at my New Entry training they did a brief overview of how to make a green house and there was no discussion of alternatives to PCV piping, which makes me think that an alternative is not very viable- either because of labor or material cost.
I spent a great deal of time weeding the carrots. We pulled various green stems to see which was the top of a carrot. We decided that carrots were kind of whitish with a straight root-no little hairy roots branching off. Once we got that straight we had at it. But I doubt my farm mentors will even be able to tell that I weeded. It still looks overgrown.
We didn't have time to touch the beet weeds. Though I admit to pulling up one beet, brushing the dirt off and attempting to bite it to see what it tastes like. I guess you really need to wash it though to get rid of that dirt taste.
I planted two more trays of peppers. I have two more to go. I'm almost done!
I checked the pumpkin seeds I planted several days ago. The seeds hadn't even cracked open yet. Like the weed problem: Depressing. I'm beginning to think I've missed the window of opportunity to plant our watermelon and cantaloupe, which basically my whole budget rested on this year. Depressing. Next year I think I'll sprout them indoors in May. I don't mind taking a financial hit this year. It was more for the experience than anything.
The last several times I've gone to the farm I was alone (or with small children). I think it's dumb how people can be excited about something in theory but when it comes time to actually doing the work, they're no where to be seen. I think there is something deep down in my soul that needs to be close to nature and that motivates me to go. Maybe that is why I'm so sensitive to sunlight. I don't do well with night shifts and the short days of winter. Also, I enjoy working hard. I think that's because I moved every other year growing up. When moving day came you just pick up a box and carry it to the moving truck. Repeat as necessary. And if you did it slowly the job never got done, but if you did it quickly, it did.


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The Turkish Statistics Institute (TurkStat) has now published the results of the recently conducted census, and the data show Turkey's population to be currently slightly over 70 million.
Interior Minister Beşir Atalay announced on Monday that according to the Address-Based Birth Recording System (ADNKS), Turkey's population stood at 70,586,256 as of the end of 2007. State Minister and Deputy Prime Minister Nazım Ekren gave the number of third country nationals living in Turkey as 98,339, noting that not counting the foreign population, Turkish citizens residing in Turkey number 70,487,917.
According to the figures Ekren gave, 70.5 percent of the population lives in cities while the remaining 29.5 percent lives in towns and villages. The average age is 28.3 years; half of the country's population falls below this average.
İstanbul hosts 17.8 percent of the country's population, at a density of 2,420 people per square kilometer. Having the highest population density, İstanbul is home to 12,573,836 people. According to ADNKS, there are 35,376,533 men and 35,209,723 women in Turkey. A total of 49,747,859 people live in cities, while 20,838,397 reside in towns and villages. Ankara province is the most urbanized of all provinces with 92.7 percent of its population living in cities, while Ardahan province has the lowest urbanization rate at 31.8 percent.
According to provincial proportions of total population, İstanbul ranks first with 17.8 percent of the total, followed by Ankara with 6.3, İzmir with 5.3, Bursa with 3.5 and Adana with 2.8 percent. The five provinces with the lowest populations are Bayburt, Tunceli, Ardahan, Kilis and Gümüşhane. Bayburt is home to 76,609 people. The capital of the country, Ankara, hosts 4,466,756 people.
The average age of the population is 27.7 for men and 28.8 for women while it is 28.4 among the urban population and 27.9 among the rural population. The 15-64 age group, those of employable age, account for 66.5 percent of the country's population. The 0-14 age group corresponds to 26.4 percent of the population while the 65 and above age group makes up 7.1 percent.
The population density, i.e., the number of people per square kilometer, is 92 for the country while it ranges between 11 and 2,420 among provinces. İstanbul's population density of 2,420 people per square kilometer is followed by Kocaeli with 398 people, İzmir with 311, Hatay with 238, and Bursa with 234. With 11 people per square kilometer, Tunceli has the lowest population density in the country. The population density is 50 people per square kilometer for Konya, which has the largest surface area of all provinces in Turkey, and 215 for Yalova, which has the smallest.
Moreover, foreign nationals living in Turkey account for 14 per 1,000 of the country's population. İstanbul is their city of choice (42,228), followed by Bursa (11,495), Ankara (7,166), İzmir (6,707) and Antalya (6,343).
The ADNKS was established by TurkStat but was later transferred to the Population and Naturalization General Directorate.
Ekren noted that the population was 67,803,927 in 2000 and had increased by 4.10 percent by the end of 2007.
A number of indicators will be changed in Turkey following this recent and more accurate census. Assessments and estimates will be made in a number of fields, including income per capita, the number of deputies per province and the allotment from the central budget for local administrations.
The Turkish Parliament passed a law on April 25, 2006 stipulating that a National Address Database (UAVT) that would contain all addresses of people living in Turkey be set up, that the residential addresses of Turkish citizens and foreign nationals should be identified and that the ADNKS should be established in which these addresses should be synchronized with civil registers in the Central Population Management System (MERNİS) using the ID numbers of Turkish citizens and passport numbers of foreign nationals. In this context, house numbering and address identification work was conducted to serve as the basis of the UAVT. Then, visits to these houses were made to interview the residents, and data were collected on forms. Following that, the two were synchronized to determine the population.
The number of ID holders issued by the Turkish state was 74,900,000 based on records maintained by the Interior Ministry's Population and Citizenship Services General Directorate's MERNİS. However, the exact figures on how many of these citizens resided abroad were not available. The results have confirmed that the system was not properly installed.
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Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Turkey Population Statistics
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Right taking this story back into editing and rewritting again guys so it is on hold as I have
re read and seen that I need to spend more time on this and to match it up too all the new chapters i have wrote.
This means yes some of these chacraters are going to be out of the story as I'm cutting down on chacraters and making the story again.
not to worry still going to be the same story line but just a different way about it as I have new ideas for this story and have high hopes its going to make it better.
Thanks for your support people.


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The electrical wiring in your home or office requires one form of routine maintenance or the other. Not only electrical wiring, but electrical appliances such as electric heater or an extractor fan. There are basically many electrical equipment in residential and commercial buildings, which might become faulty. When you have a dysfunctional electrical equipment in your commercial or residential building in the Barking area of London, you can simply employ the services of an electrician to help you identify and fix the fault within the shortest possible time. There are many companies in Barking, offering such services, which makes it a bit challenging to find the ideal company or website that can provide you with the right tradesmen to handle your electrical repairs in Barking. Since there are many to choose from, how then can you find the best tradesmen?
Where to find the best electrician
Finding the right electrician in Barking is something that can be done by virtually anyone with the right information. Back in the day, you need to visit an electrical repair shop or company, to get an electrician. Now things have changed and you can get the ideal electrician in Barking by simply going online. There are companies with user friendly websites where you can find tradesmen any time of the day, at affordable prices. These electricians are usually handpicked based on their experience in the industry. One good thing about using an online platform to find electricians in Barking is the availability of information. You will be able to see things like price per hour, the kinds of services offered etc. Fixington is the right online platform where you can find the best electricians in Barking.
Consider the number of services they can offer
In order for you to be successful at choosing the best electrician in Barking area in London, it becomes crucial that you take the time to consider the number of services they can offer. Number of services simply means, the types of electrical faults they can fix for both residential and commercial buildings. When you hire an electrician with reasonable amount of experience in fixing different kinds of electric faults, it simply means you don't have to go looking for a different electrician in Barking, when you experience a new fault with another equipment in your home or office.
In addition to the number of services the electrician can offer, they should be more specific in what they can or cannot do. Let's assume that you have a tripping fusebox in your home or office, when you hire an electrician in Barking, he or she should be able to quickly identify the fault and get it fixed within the shortest possible time. It is really crucial that the electrician knows what he or she is doing because you will be charged by the hour. So hiring someone with no experience will only make you spend extra money, since they will basically spend too much time before figuring out the problem, assuming they are able to do so.


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Just dividing some sarrs today and noticed a few buds. It's pretty early but I had a few like this last year as well.
Just dividing some sarrs today and noticed a few buds. It's pretty early but I had a few like this last year as well.
I wouldn't know, can't see that far down beneath the snow...
I guess CA has it's advantages...still waiting to see some disadvantages
I have a bunch. But my circumstances are different from everyone.. The whole range. almost ready to bloom to just starting to peek out.
most happy to see buds on a S. flava i planted in 2008
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Grow list:
True Bugs really Suck
Still a good three months to go until I will see flower buds..maybe four.
winter isnt even half over yet.
(January 15th is the mid-way point of winter)
My CP page: http://1stclass.mylargescale.com/scottychaos/CP
Geez we're like -20*F wind chill today.... In west central MN We put our plants outside safely about May 10th! LOL
Never had a Sarracenia bud before. I'm with scotty, there's no chance of any buds this time of year for me. XD
LOOKING FOR: N. (argentii x bicalcarata) x {[(lingulata x edwardsiana) x (naga x hamata)] x [(klossii x undulatifolia) x (aristolochioides x rajah)]} Growlist: http://www.terraforums.com/forums/sh...d.php?t=124586
Yep, I'm another Southern Californian with buds. I haven't looked real close, but I have two plants with buds for sure so far. Maybe the frigid November (down to 37 degrees--brrrrrrrr) convinced the plants warmer weather and spring is here?
Seems "This Buds for you"!
Experience is the best teacher. At least it used to be.
But then, common sense isn't so common anymore, is it.


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I have been doing a few new workouts for the past six weeks. Really pushing the heart rate up. I really do like pushing my limits now. I am hoping to really push my weight loss. Here is an updated pic. I plan to add the new workouts to my workouts page soon.
This Blog is to tell the story of my struggle with weight loss. As I start this blog I am at a junction in my life that I either lose weight or die. At 480 LB's and almost bedridden things have to change now!
Thursday, January 5, 2012
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Sorry Dark Heart when I went to check out your blog I had a bunch of stuff try to redirect and force access there is something very bad going on so I can not encourage others to check out your blog as I could not even see your content before things started attacking my system.ReplyDelete
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Judi A. was busy making more of her Stripe & Solids QAYG blocks. Peggy was there too, working on that same quilt, however, my camera battery died and I couldn't get a picture. Next time Peggy.
- Quilt As You Go, Monday, Oct. 13, 10 a.m.
- Beginning Shuttle Tatting, Thursday, Oct. 16 & 23. Class times: 3-5 and/or 6-8
- Four Patch Fun, Monday, Oct. 20, 10 a.m.
- CANCELLED. Vickie's finishing class for her spiral lone star quilt that was scheduled for Thursday, Oct. 9, has been cancelled and RESCHEDULED for Friday, Oct. 24, 10 a.m.
- London City Bag, Saturday, Oct. 25, 10 a.m.
- Shop Swap – Attic Window Quilt Shop and Quilted Memories – October 19 and 26
- Check the calendar on the Sidebar for more classes being held this month.
Little Lady Patchwork has a tutorial for a Christmas Utensil Holder.
Until next time,
Stay Calm! Stay Kind! Stay Positive!


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Sunday, November 25, 2012
Fighting the Blues
I should be taking this time to get stuff done and my mind knows that but I just can't motivate myself to do it. Of course when I get a job again I'll be kicking myself for not getting more done while I was off.. it happens every time. You would think that would motivate me but it doesn't. I don't know what's wrong with me... everything is such a struggle.
I did mange to get about 2/3'ds done on an upcoming Alien Nation podcast. It's something but far from what I could have accomplished today.
I hope I can get out of this funk soon.... I gots stuff to do.
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Summer Vacation Day Camp
We are excited to offer the children of Winona and Grimsby an opportunity to participate in Vacation Day Camp for a week in the summer. Part of Hamilton Presbytery's Summer Camp program, the half-day week-day program runs at the church from 8:30 to11:45 am.
Volunteers from the church and camp counsellors from Presbytery share God's love through skits, crafts, songs, games, outings and – of course – snacks! They keep the children engaged and safe during the week, and they help the children enjoy special activities like a visit to Puddicombe's Farm to ride Little Pud, cherry picking at Bridgman Farms down the lane from the church, and a visit from the staff of Winona Gardens.
The theme this year was "Hero Central: Discover Your Strength in God."


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I find it difficult to setup reliable connection management when the connection callback does not pass the mac address of the connected device. All I get is the connection handle and that is problematic if I have connection attempts to multiple devices. The connection-callback is not synchronous of coarse.
Am I missing how to reliably link a specific connection attempt with the handle returned?
Hi @panda,
What did you observe to make the conclusion that the connections with multiple devices are not reliable? The address of the peer devices has been included in the scan callback.
Best regards,
The connection itself is reliable, but establishing a reliable means of connection management is not possible. For example, if you initiate 2 connections in rapid succession, the connection callback (which may return at unpredictable intervals and the order is not guaranteed) does not indicate which device has connected (or failed to connect as the case may be).
The scan callback is not synchronous to the connection process so I can't see how to use that to match which device has connected.
This is only an issue in a scenario where you have to establish multiple connections rapidly to different devices which happens to be my use case.
I get you. Since the connection callback is asynchronous, so you are not sure which device is connected in the connection callback if multiple connections is established rapidly. Thus you would like it to pass in the MAC address in the connection callback to identify the connected device.
Well, I have marked this post and will look into this feature in the next firmware update. Will post the update here when it is ready.


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for example: yung berg , visited a night club in Detroit, only to be beaten , then robbed for the infamous transformer chain. word is, yung berg made a negative remark about Detroit rappers, and when he entered a famous night club in town, owned by "Trick Trick" , he, along with his homeboy were jumped immediately after entering the club and the chain was taken. supposedly trick trick was the mastermind behind at all. and pictures were released soon after of his brother, shining with the transformer piece.
..numerous jokes were made about the incident, and videos were released. i personally find nothing funny about losing a chain of such worth. but hey...what can i say, watch your mouth.
but it's not over yet, apparently Juelz Santana, Shawty Lo, Diddy, 50 and many more. 40 Glocc claims to have robbed (my future husband) Tyga's chain..but he cleared that story up real quick.
so my advice, for allll the rappers shining out there, (stick with faaaaaat security guards if you cant handle your own) haha.
word of advice, ITS NOT CUTE !