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Y los médanos, serán témpanos,                                        en el vértigo, de la eternidad. Y los pájaros, serán árboles,                                        en lo idéntico, de la soledad.

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              Because after a long, tiresome business trip that kept him on hiatus away, Martín surely needed some rest.

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“ I-I... “

Gasp. Breathe Martín. 

“ I’M NOT GONNA PULL SOCCER STATISTICS ON YOU EVEN IF YOU’RE WRONG, AND YOU STARTED WITH YOUR PEOPLE CELEBRATING THAT I LOST THAT SHTty cup. HEY I WAS EVEN SAD WHEN NEYMAR BROKE HIS BACK OR SOMETHING. YOU’RE THE ONE WHO ENJOYS MY SUFFERING. “

His heart is too broken to fight. It’s been two finals in a row. 

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[ Hello darkness, my old friend. It’s good to know that the game that-shall-not-be-mention still hurts his soul ]

Just because you are feeling bitchy, you don’t have to slap me! Also you lose to me all the time! I’ve won five World Cups! For what it matters, I’m better than you so if I’m a loser, what are you??

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                “ It’s fine, I’m not gonna make you go back. I’m not that heartless. ”

                “ I don’t understand why would you wanna visit Buenos Aires, anyway? It’s the same as always, unbearable traffic noises, shit tons of theaters and dumb governments. Nothing has changed. I mean, if you wanted vacations, you could have gone some place else.”

          “Well you could if you want to, there’s no rule against it.” 

          “I’m here for a visit. No business, no nothing just… a visit.” 

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(( SERIOUSLY AFTER SO LONG MY DASHBOARD IS AS DEAD AS IT COULD BE. I NEED TO FOLLOW PEOPLE ))

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why is martin so salty today jesus flying fuck give this man a chill pill

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“ I’M NOT MAD! WHO’S MAD? I’M NOT. CHILE NEEDED A CUP, I DON’T NEED A SHITTY AMERICA CUP, I HAVE TWO WORLD CUPS. ”

“ I just don’t feel like taking jokes from someone who lost their own world cup with a 7-1. ”

“What? Are you mad?”

“ My people is fine as long they can make a joke about it, and as long it’s not you on the top”

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                      “ Well, you are already here so there wouldn’t be any point in just making you come back later, right? ”

                      “ What are you doing here anyway? ”

          “As does yours. I didn’t come for a long visit, but if this isn’t a convenient hour, I’ll leave.”

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[ VERY INTENSE ARGENTINIAN CURSING AND HATE TOWARDS CHILEANS ]

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“ YOUR PEOPLE SURE SHOULDN’T BE CELEBRATING CONSIDERING YOU LOST AGAINST FUCKING PARAGUAY ”

I’m not sure if the noise I heard outside is because Argentina lost the game or Alfred’s celebrating his birthday way back north.

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“ ...Your face looks oddly familiar. ”

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How overwhelming could it be; the mere situation was enough to drive Martín insane. He could feel Jack’s heartbeat and his own, both ridiculously exaggerated for what it should be just a kiss. 

But it wasn’t just a kiss-- It was feeling their breaths mixing together, the few moments their lips parted, gasping for a little air before meeting again, almost desperately, mostly for the Argentine’s part. It was having their bodies too close, close enough to feel that the brunet needed this as much as he did.

And his hands, slowly started to wonder, softly caressing the Australian’s back over the fabric of his shirt; At the same time, only being able to focus on savoring, over and over again, those lips he’s been craving for so long, it was unbelievable he allowed himself to wait until now.

Unfortunately, the need of air won against the desire of continuing until God knows how long, and the blond pulled away, just a few inches-- Not even enough to stop feeling Jack’s breath against his lips. 

“ ...That.... was a real kiss. ”

It all seemed too happen in a swift blur; one blink of an eye and they had their lips locked together, chests brushing against one another, the transition between Martin holding him back to allowing him the freedom to react, and God, was it amazing. It wasn’t the kiss so much but rather the electricity that seemed to radiate from the pair, that strange silent longing for each other– 

Returning the pressure back onto Martin’s lips, Jack paused, taking the opportunity to close his eyes and embrace the warmth that surged through his veins, hands subconsciously lifting to rest on the upper part of Martin’s jaw. This was such an intense moment and he wanted to embrace it, silently savoring it for at least a moment.

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“oh my god what happened?”

“oh, nothing much, just a hurricane named leo messi.”

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Argentina 6 - 1 Paraguay 15’ Marcos Rojo 27’ Javier Pastore 43’ Lucas Barrios 47’ Angel Di Maria 53’ Angel Di Maria 80’ Sergio Aguero 83’ Gonzalo Higuain

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