The way we danced

The way we danced

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"For interrupting me" Throwing another one, Antonio decided to turn it in to a full out sugar packet war. They stopped when Tino came back with the drinks, paying for the drinks and left. When they made it outside with the drinks then busted out laughing. Walking down the block back to school they talked about random things. -I dont own Hetalia-
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