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For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.~Judy Garland
Okay, I was challenged by my sister to draw a picture without using the color black, at all.
I was also told to try that sometime and see how it worked so here is the outcome!
What do you guys think?
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This drawing is just absolutely beautiful and is one of the most beautiful drawings I've ever seen in my life. I like how you've used the quote by Judy Garland to add meaning to this lovely piece of art. Even though I have seen lots of drawings of a couple kissing, I've never seen one as amazing and deeply touching as this one.
I really like the colouring you've incorporated into the drawing and how they have taken their glasses off and it just blew me away. Even though I'm not a fan of Fem!Uk X US, it is just a spectacular work of art and I hope you continue to keep doing more in future artworks.
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Wow, thank you so much! This is my first time coloring like this too so this means a lot to me. Thank you thank you thank you
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SAMMEH!!!!! *loves Supernatural*
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I'm glad you like it ^^
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Sorry lol I've been looking for that icon XD Even though I'm a Dean fangirl, I like Sam when he has his moments lol
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It is rather amusing
Even though I rarely watch the show
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Lol It's a good show, well, until season 5, in my opinion because they make it seems like there is no God anymore and crap like that. T.T That's when I just chuck the remote and stomp off
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Yeh, I don't like it at all when the media deny God's existence
It just upsets me
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Yeah, and they make the Angels really uncompassionate. It pisses me off. Sorry if I just spoiled everything for you
I'm starting to get over it with that show. I actually really want to know how it ends now lol
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It's alright, it's not a problem at all ^^
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LOOOOOOOVE IT!!!!! It's so AMAZING!! 
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This is one awesome piece!!! Love how you took the challenge by the kahuna's and made some thing amazing out of it! Love!!
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*Gasp*! How did you read my mind and steal a scene from my future USXfem!UK fanfic? (it's so close to the scene I had in mind, it's uncanny).
I'll probably steal *ahem* I mean "borrow" fem!UK's look (except for the bottoms since my story takes place in the winter) if you don't mind 
I hope that I'll be able to capture the same mixture of intense longing, sweet passion, and tender love I'm feeling from their kiss in my writing. (I'm definitely going to print out this pic and set it next to my computer when I write the scene; it will inspire me! ^_^)
(I'll leave a critique in a moment b/c I really want to do one...I totally agree with animefan046 and I don't know what else I could say but I'll give it my best)
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WHUT?! Holy crap...I'm so glad that I inspired you somehow because I love your writing
I will anticipate your USxFemUK story earnestly til then! XDD
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so you won't mind me borrowing the look and using that scene for inspiration? Good! *ahem* I mean, that's cool; I'm glad you don't mind.
Heh heh. It's already in rough draft form so typing it up will be easy...but I want to finish one of the current fics first before I venture into any other multi-chapter fics (it's already tough updating these two on a regular basis with my work and busyness that sometimes happens in life)...meaning that you can expect it pretty soon after I *do* finish one of my current on-going fics. I think you'll like it a lot. I've never written it from Al's POV and what I have written from him is actually really fun.
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I'm a-okay with that lol XDD
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Cool. Cool cool cool.
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Lol XDD So, can I get a sneak peak/whatever you want to tell me about the story your working on? The FemUKxUS one XDD I'm just wondering about the setting and stuff like that XDD
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Yesh. I will give you a sneak peak...but it will have to wait until tomorrow (after I've had some sleep). I've been working from the time that I get up until I go to bed (with a few mini-breaks like the one I'm taking right now) on gearing up for finals week next week, and I'm worried my brain is too tired to really give a "good" preview/sneak peak (I'm so tired right now, I'm not even sure my emails/answers to comments are even making any logical sense).
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REALLY?! THANK YOU! Every time I see my picture that I drew recently I think about what you said about your fic on it and I'm really curious now XDD It's like in a book series when you kinda know what's going to happen in the next book but it's still a little blurry lol XDD
And I completely understand. I had about ten ideas to write about this summer, but I've been so busy with other stuff that my poor little brain is just wore out by the end of the day and I don't feel like typing. It makes me sad and frustrated because I have those chapters bouncing around in my head and I don't have the gumption to get them out XDD
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So I'm wondering something before I give you this sneak peak: did you want a sneak peak of the scene I was referring to or did you want a sneak peak of the story as a whole? (I'm going to church right now but will type it up this evening (around 5ish MST); if you aren't able to see this and answer by then, I'll just go with my original choice so you don't have to wait)
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I don't care. Just give me what you want to give lol XD
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I am so sorry. I fell asleep and didn't get the sneak peek written. My class is doing "peer grading" tomorrow (which means no lecturing from me; I'm just there to make sure they stay on task and answer the tough grammar/writing questions), so I'll see if I can type up the sneak peek then. Now I'm going back to bed b/c these final weeks of the semester have been very difficult for me.
But I've decided what I want to show you and I think you'll be pleased
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It's alright! Take your time! I understand about being exhausted and stuff XDD
And I can't wait ^^
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Take my time but you can't wait. LOL the irony of those two statements next to each other amuses me. XDD
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Lol I'll patiently, and eagerly, wait XDDD
And it does. I have people say that to me all the time XDD
But seriously, don't rush. I hate it when I'm rushed so I try not to do it to anyone else XDD
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Here's the preview to "I Never Told You" (yes the title is taken from Colbie Caillat's song by the same title...I'm still working on the title and it may change to "Sorry I Never Told You" or something else entirely--suggestions are appreciated):
I'm Sorry I Never Told You
Ch. 1: That I'm not a morning person
Rosa Kirkland woke up the same way she'd always woken up every day of her life: alone, and very unhappy about it. Why was she, England, the only nation that seemed to be always alone?
“Ugh, my head hurts,” she moaned, rubbing the grit of last night's sleep out of her eyes. She blindly felt around for her glasses on the table near the bed and then jumped when she heard someone snore from the other side of the bed just as she found them. Wait . . . I'm not alone? Her heart thudded with anxiety. Who? She found her glasses and slipped them on, looking where she'd heard the snorer.
Alfred was lying on the bed next to her. He snuggled into his pillow and continued to sleep.
That's right, she thought. I came to his New Year's Party last night, got a little ratted on whiskey and we . . .we . . . She felt her face ignite. What did we do? Did we . . .? She glanced down at herself and saw she was still fully clothed in the little black lace dress she'd worn to the party. She glanced at Alfred and noted he was also fully clothed.
Rosa furrowed her brow. She wasn't sure if she felt relief or disappointment from this revelation.
She glanced at the younger nation beside her. Alfred mumbled something in his sleep but appeared to be sleeping soundly, so she took the opportunity to just watch him sleep, something she hadn't done since he was a child. Without his glasses, he kind of looks like the America I knew from then, she thought with a laugh. But . . . She brushed his bangs away from his face. Also not like the America I knew . . . now he looks like . . . Alfred.
As if in response to the touch, Alfred opened his eyes and smiled. “Good morning Rose.” He reached out to her and stroked her hair, holding onto one strand as he did. Then he brought the lock of hair to his lips and kissed it. “Didja sleep well?” he asked, sending her a crooked smile.
“Whaaaa?” Shocked by his brazen affection, Rosa hurled herself away from him, and consequently, off the bed.
“Ha ha ha ha ha! I didn't expect that big of a response to my joke,” Alfred said, scooting across the bed. “You made my morning, right there, Rosie.” He leaned on his elbow and peeped over the edges of the bed to look where she was lying, her legs still propped against the edge.
His eyes widened. “Strawberries?”
Rosa pushed her skirt between her legs. “Don't look!”
Alfred looked at the ceiling. “Listen, I don't know what you think I saw, but I really didn't see anything.” A smile crept onto his face which was soon followed by a waterfall of snickers. “I just suddenly thought of strawberries right then.” He tried to stifle his laughter but failed, letting loose a barrage of chuckles and giggles.
She stood and glared at him. ”Why were you in the same bed as me?”
Alfred shrugged. “I dunno.” He leaned back towards the table on the other side of the bed and grabbed his glasses, then slipped them on. “We both got pretty hosed last night. Last thing I remember is you ordering me to . . . what did you order me to do . . . huh . . . I honestly don't remember. Whelp. I guess whatever it was we ended up here together.”
“Well get out!” she commanded pointing to the door. Her body reacted to her loud tone by reminding her that she had a hangover. “Ugh.” She clasped a hand to her head.
Alfred glanced around the room. “But . . .this is my bedroom . . . why should I have to leave?”
Rosa felt her face get hot. “Then . . . then . . . how dare you take an inebriated lady to your room! Were you trying to take advantage of me?”
Alfred's mouth dropped open. “Me? Take advantage—” he started to protest, then smiled and let out a laugh. “Nah. I wouldn't dare. Like I said, we were both drunk, and you may not know this, but I get sleepy when I'm drunk. It wouldn't have mattered if you were a chick or a dude, I probably woulda carried you here and passed out just the same.” He rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. “Besides, why would I wanna put the moves on you? Panties like the ones you have on are a real turn-off.”
Rosa's embarrasment quickly turned to anger. She grabbed one of the pillows that had fallen on the floor and swung at Alfred. “You stupid berk! You did see!”
There are two different versions to this next scene: I'd appreciate you telling me which one is better:
As she dug through her luggage, the towel on her head fell off and the one wrapped around her started to loosen. She paused to readjust before digging deeper into her luggage. She found the medicine she was looking for and pulled it out of the mess of clothing in the bag. A flash of red caught her eye. She picked it up and realized she was holding a pair of red lacy knickers.
“Mon cherie, let me give you a quick tip on l'amore,” France had told her once. “Ze perfect way to keep from going to far is to wear lingerie you wouldn't want to be seen by your date wearing. . . which means you could wear any of yours and be fine.” The “advice” had made Rosa so upset that she had immediately drove to La Senza on Oxford and bought the pair she was holding.
Why on earth did I pack these? she wondered. No one's going to see me in them.
“Hey Rosie,” Alfred said as he barged into her room without knocking while looking at his cell phone. “Are ya feeling well enough to eat? Tori just texted me that—” He glanced from his phone at her and then stared, his mouth hanging open.
Rosie stared back at him. “Go on: She just texted you what?” she asked, wondering why he had stopped mid-sentence.
Alfred's face turned a deep pink. “B-b-breakfast is r-r-ready,” he stuttered with a dazed look on his face.
Suddenly, Rosa remembered what she was wearing: a towel and nothing else.
“What the hell, Alfred? Why didn't you knock before entering a lady's room?” she screamed, reaching in her bag and throwing a court shoe at him.
For some reason, he didn't dodge the shoe like he normally would have. “Ow! Sorry. Y-y-you didn't lock it, and I figured you had d-d-dressed by now,” he said, holding up his hands in defense. “It's not like I was trying to see you naked.”
“Then why did you barge in here?” she hollered as she scooped up more items from her bag and hurled them at him.
“Yikes!” He dodged as best as he could. “I-I-I'm gonna take a shower, but I wanted to let you know you could get some food if you wanted.”
She chucked her deodorant at him. “You could have texted all that, you bloody perverted teenager!”
Alfred straightened up and looked right at her. “Hey! I resent that!”
She paused, hairbrush raised over her head and blinked at his declaration.
“I am not teenager anymore,” he finished.
“Aaaauugh! Get out!” Rosa screamed, throwing the hairbrush and then grabbing the chair by the bedroom's vanity and lifting it over her head.
“Okay, okay, I'm going!” he said as he exited, shutting the door behind him.
OR ALTERNATE SCENE:
As she dug through her luggage, the towel on her head fell off and the one wrapped around her started to loosen. She paused to readjust before digging deeper into her luggage. She found the medicine she was looking for and pulled it out of the mess of clothing in the bag. A flash of red caught her eye. She picked it up and realized she was holding a pair of red lacy knickers.
“Mon cherie, let me give you a quick tip on l'amore,” France had told her once. “Ze perfect way to keep from going to far is to wear lingerie you wouldn't want to be seen by your date wearing. . . which means you could wear any of yours and be fine.” The “advice” had made Rosa so upset that she had immediately drove to La Senza on Oxford and bought the pair she was holding.
Why on earth did I pack these? she wondered. No one's going to see me in them. She bit her lip. I wonder if they look different from how they looked in the dressing room.
Pulling out the coordinating bra, she took off her towel and slipped on the lingerie. She glanced in the mirror on the room's vanity. The knickers and bra fit her beautifully, making her look curvy and feminine. Nothing else I own makes me look like this, she mused. Must be the lace . . . She turned sideways to look at her body's profile and admired how her chest looked. Maybe it's the bra.
“Hey Rosie,” Alfred said as he barged into her room without knocking while looking at his cell phone. “Are ya feeling well enough to eat? Tori just texted me that—” He glanced from his phone at her and then stared, his mouth hanging open.
Rosie stared back at him. “She just texted you what?” she asked, wondering why he had stopped mid-sentence.
Alfred's face turned a deep pink. “B-b-breakfast is ready,” he stuttered, a dazed look on his face.
Suddenly, Rosa remembered what she was wearing. “What the hell, Alfred? Why didn't you knock before entering a lady's room?” she screamed, covering herself, reaching in her bag and throwing a court shoe at him.
For some reason, he didn't dodge the shoe like he normally would have. “Ow! Sorry. Y-y-you didn't lock it, and I figured you had d-d-dressed by now,” he said, holding up his hands in defense. “It's not like I was trying to see you in your underwear.”
“Then why did you barge in here?” she hollered as she scooped up more items from her bag and hurled them at him.
“Yikes!” He dodged as best as he could. “I-I-I'm gonna take a shower, but I wanted to let you know you could get some food if you wanted it.”
She chucked her deodorant at him. “You could have texted all that!”
Alfred straightened up and looked right at her. “And miss all this?” he asked, gesturing at her with a smile on his face.
“Aaaauugh! Get out!” Rosa screamed, grabbing the chair by the bedroom's vanity and lifting it over her head.
“Okay, okay, I'm going!” he said as he exited, shutting the door behind him.
Major differences: She stays in her towel vs. changing into sexy underwear. IN version 1, Alfred kinda mimics Han Solo's retort to Princess Leia's "stuck up, half-witted, scruffy-looking Nerf herder" insult when Rosa calls him a "bloody perverted teenager"; in version 2, he's a bit more brazen.
So I would love your opinion:
Which version is better?
Also, is Ver. 1 or Ver. 2 too naughty for a Teen rating? Or are they both too naughty? 
Next, which reaction of Alfred's do you like better?
Finally, do you think Rose or Rosie is a better nickname for Alfred to call her? I've used both so that you can get a feel for either one.
I had planned to give you even more of a preview, but it's late and I have to get up early tomorrow...maybe I'll find time to give you more tomorrow (perhaps the scene that is similar to your art
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Kya! I love it XDD Okay, I would love to help you with the title, but I need more about the story to help on that lol XDD
Anyway...Version 1 or 2? Hmmmmmmm.......
I liked Version 1 because of the way Alfred reacted lol XDD I actually thought of Han Solo because I watched the movies the other day at my bro's house so when you mentioned that when you asked me I was laughing so hard XDD And I don't think they'll need a mature rating or anything XDD
I think Rosie is good for everyday kidding around and stuff and Rose is good for when it's a more intimate and romantic moment or something, ya know?
And thank you for the preview! It made my morning lol
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Hee hee. I'm so glad. It's really in its roughest draft right now so I can't really say it will be 100% what you read today. So the plot is the two of them remembering the past with each other (while going about their day separately--this first scene is one of the few where they're together) and then realizing how their relationship has developed from one of friendship to something more than that. This is illustrated in Rosa's lines at the beginning: "Without his glasses, he kind of looks like the America I knew from then, she thought with a laugh. But . . . She brushed his bangs away from his face. Also not like the America I knew . . . now he looks like . . . Alfred.". I felt especially proud of how deep that part was XD
And as you can see from that first part my idea was that the whole story's title was "I'm Sorry I Never Told You" (meaning they cared the same about each other but never spoke up how much) and then each chapter title would have something to do with one of the things they were sorry they never told the other and/or relate to the topic in the chapter. For example some possible chapter titles would be "That I think you're beautiful", "That I didn't mean to hurt you" and "That I really love you". But if you can think of any suggestions using the brief synopsis I gave you, I'll gratefully put them down as possibles.
So you like Alfred's reaction in Version 1, but what about how Rosa was when he walked in? He could react the same whether she's in the towel or the underwear...which version's scenario with Rosa do you think is funnier/better?
So use both...hmmm, I hadn't considered that. And then Al could use Rosa when he's being distant/serious.
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Aaah, I see. I kind of like the title you have for that actually XDD And I liked that part, it was really sweet lol
I liked how she was in the second. She was more, "AAAH!" sooner lol XDD
Yeah! I like that idea! That would also give Rosa a hint on what mood he's in and stuff XDD
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Really? It's not too clever or vague? (sometimes when I try to come up with a clever title, I end up picking one that doesn't make sense to the reader)
So a combination like this?:
Why on earth did I pack these? she wondered. No one's going to see me in them. She bit her lip. I wonder if they look different from how they looked in the dressing room.
Pulling out the coordinating bra, she took off her towel and slipped on the lingerie. She glanced in the mirror on the room's vanity. The knickers and bra fit her beautifully, making her look curvy and feminine. Nothing else I own makes me look like this, she mused. Must be the lace . . . She turned sideways to look at her body's profile and admired how the brassier made her chest look: she now had shape and plumpness she didn't know she had. Maybe it's the bra.
“Hey Rosie,” Alfred said as he barged into her room without knocking while looking at his cell phone. “Are ya feeling well enough to eat? Tori just texted me that—” He glanced from his phone at her and then stared, his mouth hanging open.
Rosa stared back at him. “Go on: She just texted you what?” she asked, wondering why he had stopped mid-sentence.
Alfred's face turned a deep pink. “B-b-breakfast is ready,” he stuttered with a dazed look on his face.
Suddenly, Rosa remembered what she was wearing. “What the hell, Alfred? Why didn't you knock before entering a lady's room?” she screamed, feebly covering herself with one arm and hand, and then reaching in her bag with the other to throw the first hard object she found—a court shoe—at him.
For some reason, he didn't dodge the shoe like he normally would have; it hit him square in the temple, nearly knocking off his glasses. “Ow! Sorry. Y-y-you didn't lock it, and I figured you had d-d-dressed by now,” he said, holding up his hands in defense. “It's not like I was trying to see you in your underwear.”
“Then why did you barge in here?” she hollered as she scooped up more items from her bag and hurled them at him.
“Yikes!” He dodged the barrage of toiletries as best as he could. “I-I-I'm gonna take a shower, but I wanted to let you know you could get some food if you wanted it.”
She chucked her deodorant. “You could have texted all that, you bloody perverted teenager!”
Alfred straightened up and looked right at her. “Hey! I resent that!”
She paused, hairbrush raised over her head and blinked at his declaration.
“I am not teenager anymore,” he finished.
“Aaaauugh! Get out!” Rosa screamed, throwing the hairbrush and then grabbing the chair by the bedroom's vanity and lifting it over her head.
“Okay, okay, I'm going!” he said as he exited, shutting the door behind him.
Fortunately, she's England, so she probably *will* pick up on the significances of different usages even if America doesn't consciously understand why he uses different variations of her name at different times. Poor America...Maybe someday he'll be able to read the mood of a room. (The only time England wouldn't be able to pick up on it would be *if* her emotions meddle with her reasoning; when that happens, even England has a hard time reading the atmosphere)
As a reward for your feedback, I'll give you one more tiny preview (then I need to focus on updating my current stories) but I'm having a hard time deciding what to give you. How spoiler-ific to do you want it?
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That was good! I liked it lol
And I agree, she'll be able to pick up on stuff because she knows him well and things like that...unless she gets emotional about something XDD
Hmm, how bout pretty spoilerific. I'm curious on how you'll fit my picture in there now XDD
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I'm glad that the combination worked. It's saved as draft 2 of Ch. 1 now.
And Alfred is quite skilled at messing with her emotionally.
LOL I should have known that you'd ask about that one. You've been dying of curiosity ever since I mentioned it, huh?
I'm sad to say, though, the scene that your picture depicts isn't even in the rough-rough draft form. It's only a rough outline: they finally confess, smooch, Al wants to give her a late Christmas present, they go to his room to get it, he gives it to her and the present results in them kissing the same way as pictured in your art (I'm not going to tell you what the present is...that would give it all away
Anyways, I wish I could give you more than that but that's all I have right now. So sorry. Maybe I'll give you something else instead...sometime this weekend (I'm going on a trip next week, so it'll have to be this weekend or the week of August 13th).
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That he is XDD
And I'll admit that I have lol
Awwww! I can't wait now
BAHAHAHA! I can see the artist bio in the back of the book now. "She writes naughty fanfictions in her free time."
XDDDD
And I'm okay with that! I'm happy with any preview lol
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^^ sorry I couldn't give you more. I would have if I could have, but I can't just compose on the spot like that. It needs some time to gestate in my brain before I can even sketch out a possible dialog or more solid outline and I just barely finished the outline 2 days ago.
I'm glad you're excited all the same, even with knowing the ending (however vague)
ROFL!!! I swear I LOL'd for several minutes after reading your suggestion for my artist's bio. XDDD
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It's alright XD I understand. I've had so many people ask for previews of my own UKxFemUs story I'm doing in notes and I only have it in rough draft form right now
Lol XDD I've seen crazier things in Bios XDD Have you ever heard of the Parasol Protectorate Series by Gail Carringer? She's a hoot XDD
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I don't know that series, but now I think I want to check it out.
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It takes place in Steam Punk England and it's an alternate universe where Vampires and Werewolves are a part of the society lol The werewolves are mostly in the military and the vampires help with the economy 
The heroine, Alexia, is a Preternatural. If she touches Supernaturals, they become human again at contact, as soon as she doesn't, they become Supernatural again ^^
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Interesting...and kind of odd too.
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It's also hilarious though XDD I was chuckling through most of it. And then I was gushing at the parts when Alexia and Conall(a very sexy Scottish werewolf who is a Earl) are being flirty lol
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I'll have to check it out.
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So adorable! I think i loks amazing! Especially since they both took off their glasses.
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Yup lol XDD Glasses: Bene No Glasses: Molto Bene XDD
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