Outlets On Linemarithe

Flu? Hedonism

Title: Flu?
Author: Stateira
Beta: My influence
Fandom RPF football - in case an Argentine English &
Characters / Pairing: Serna, Puyillas, Fabriqué and mh ... Messilla?
Rating: freedom
Warnings: fluff tons. They are all nice and pucciosi here.
Disclaimer: are not mine. Each of sovraccitati belongs to the respective team / coach at the respective / corresponding to the man
Note: I'm pretty sure that janetmourfaaill wanted better, but it passes the monastery today. * Are covered in raggomitona remeasure the sneezing and fever *


Life is very exciting, if your name is Lionel Messi. Just two lines with a little fever 'headaches, and Mother Nature gives you automatically a pair of huge, shiny eyes, a face and a deliciously palliduccio David Villa ready to do whatever is humanly possible to do on this earth to make you feel better. The only downside is that you can not afford to offer you sneeze without him fazzolettisciroppipastiglieetuttoilsuosostegno, but fortunately this influence you took the belly.


If your name is Fernando Torres, you may indeed have to pretend to dying. You groan, you writhe on the couch, you gasp and grab the plaid bed with the air of someone who is already in sight of blacks gates of oblivion. You can do that so well that, despite Sergio spend your time sending you to hell and give you the fag, underneath it's worried about you, and with the excuse to shut you will wrap you in blankets like a caterpillar. You say "Shut up. Stop it, okay? Stop it, "but in the meantime will support her in front of the for your check does not get too hot. And while you dozes, complaining in a low voice you've never suffered so much in your life, he'll scruterà with a concentration worthy of a lighthouse keeper, trying to figure out what you're really bad, beyond your whining. Maybe, blacks are still quite distant gates of oblivion, but a cup of hot soup could also escape.


If your name is Carles Puyol, influenza is a challenge. You have to be stoic, you have to hold on, you have to keep doing what you do normally despite the fever makes you see double. You do not have to share your status kind to any other, nor with Iker, you buzzing around tea-equipped with all the air of wanting to take care of you. You have to resist his eyes reassuring and compassionate. The slogan is "I'm fine." The more you ask him how you feel, the more you shall tell him you're fine. In fact, fine. The Madrid of shit does not realize this your moment of weakness, or will that sort of thing that makes him lie down with you and keep you type embraced, to make you notice that the heat of his body is the only one that works fever.


Finally, if your name is Gerard Piqué, then you need a phone with the highest priority. Lighten good for the voice, dial the number, and just give us answers within. "I'm sick Ceeeeeeeeesc! Ceeeeeeesc! I'm maleeeeeeeee "Possibly, singing, thus easier to understand. Guilt is your most effective weapon: he must die at the thought that you are alone at home, in the grip of delusions Piret, while he made merry in London as if nothing had happened. And if you try to answer that is sure that a little 'flu will not kill you, you insist, ripetiglielo again and again, requires that behave like a man and run to your bedside. So, it will. He will do it for sure.