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kasi, chilean, 21: a jack of all trades with a degree on failure who enjoys to make herself cry and has a predictable passion for cats and sob stories.

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Colors | Latin Hetalia, birdpeople!AU | PeChi

Martina’s feathers are a bright, light blue that remind Manuela of the sky, always vibrant, always full of life. Because the sun loves Martina so much, the light reflects on her wings, creating splendid white lines that resemble the most beautiful clouds. When she dances, spreading her wings with the biggest of the smiles, she looks like a princess.

Manuela does not.

Her feathers are short and a little bit on the fluffy side, their soft, creamy (almost white) color never shines under the sunlight, always so opaque, always so bland. Manuela’s feather are as graceless as she is, devoid of the vibrant colors that Martina so proudly exhibits.

Manuela envies her beautiful baby blue.

And then there’s Miguel. And he’s red all over the place, but it’s a warm red. It’s a red that comes from passion and life, it’s a red that mixes itself with Miguel’s smile and the way his eyes dance as skillfully as Martina’s feet. He’s good with his hands, good with his eyes and good with his wings, and his beautiful red feathers shine with the powerful red of strawberries during Spring.

He’s an artisan and she’s a poet and they should fit, but she is oh so very bland and he is so full of life, she thinks she may burst just by looking into so much red.

And so, she watches. And she waits.

She writes a song with her lips and when she closes her eyes, she sees red.

(And she hopes that, someday, the same red will kiss her words out of her lips.)