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Bittersweet: CanadaxDepressed!Reader_____ sat in the sand and sighed for probably the millionth time that night. She stared up at the sky and bit her lip.
"I hate you stars! You mock my pain " she began, a shakiness in her voice. "I'll be fine I've come this far on my own. Same plot, different day " She turned back and stared at the large house behind her. _____ was lucky to have a friend like Alfred. He was letting her stay with him in his beach house.
"The sun and water will be good for you!" he'd told her. "C'mon _____, buck up! It ain't the end of the world!" She scoffed at the thought of his chipper words. Maybe it wouldn't be for someone like Alfred. But to her, it was. Her boyfriend of two years, Roderich, left her just five months ago. And for her best friend Elizabeta, no less. There went two of the greatest relationships she'd ever had.
_____ had known Elizabeta since they were toddlers. There wasn't a single thing that could break them apart Except for Roderich. _____ and Roderich T
Snow- Teacher!RussiaxStudent!ReaderFor a little clarification- you're in college. Hope you enjoy!
It was finally here. During the winter semester, the students in Professor Braginski's Advanced Russian Language class took a trip to Mother Russia herself. You'd been taking Professor Braginski's Russian class for two years now, finally coming to the advanced speaking class. You were completely ecstatic about about the trip, but you didn't dare show it. Well, unless you were with one of your best friends. Like Alfred, who just so happened to be sitting next to you on the plane. He knew exactly why you were so excited about this particular trip. You were insanely in love with your professor.
You sat in your seat, blankly staring out the window, daydreaming about your extremely attractive teacher. Alfred waved a hand in front of your glossed-over (e/c) eyes.
"Hellooo~ Earth to _____," he chirped. You glanced over at the American, who gave you a knowing smile. You shook your head, ridding yourself of the thoughts of the
...What? PrussiaxOblivious!Reader_____ sat in her favorite café, typing away on her laptop. She was pressed for time to finish her term paper for Professor Kirkland. She sipped her (f/f) coffee and took a bite out of her (f/f) muffin when she caught the attention of a certain albino.
"Oh ja," he whispered to himself. "She's so hot. The Awesome Me is so going over there." He swaggered over to _____'s table and sat in front of her. When she didn't look up from her computer, he cleared his throat. She looked up at him and gave him a warm smile.
"Well hello there," she started. "Can I help you?"
"Ja," he replied. "Do you have a Band-Aid? 'Cause I scraped my knee falling for you," he said with a smirk. _____ pursed her lips.
"I'm sorry, I don't carry Band-Aids with me. I'm sure you can ask someone who works here to get you one out of the first aid kit!" She smiled at him and went back to her term paper.
'Whoa!' he thought. 'She totally ignored my ice-breaker!' He considered a straightfo
Lullaby For A Stormy Night
Little Alfred scurried into his mother's room, covering his ears. He tried with all his might to climb up into her bed, only to land on his backside with a thud. Said thud woke _____ up, to find her son a crying mess on the floor. She stood, picking her child up and kissing his forehead.
"Sssssh," _____ soothed. "It's okay, darling. What's wrong?" Alfred opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by a rather large boom of thunder. He clasped his tiny hands over his ears, gritted his teeth, and wrenched his eyes shut. His small body shook with his sobs, a steady flow of tears streaming down his face. _____ smoothed his hair.
"Oh my little baby, there's nothing to be afraid of," she cooed. Alfred still whimpered with fear, staring wide-eyed up at his mother. She thought for a moment, then kissed his forehead again.
"Come with momma," she said, hiking the toddler up on her hip. She walked into the formal sitting room, where there sat a grand piano. _____ placed Alfred on a chair next to t
Prussia X Reader ~ Hard PartyYou woke up, sit up and look around. 'Damn, what happened yesterday?', you think to yourself. Actually you had a really hard party with Gilbert and Ludwig, but unfortunately you don't remember what happened.
You notice that someone lays in the bed, it is Gilbert. You sigh and watch at him. He is still sleeping. The room is a mess and there are a few beer bottles on the floor. Then he tries to say something while he is sleeping, but you don't understand him.
After that, you notice that something is different...you have no clothes on. You think: 'Hell no, I hope we didn't...'. Again you look to the prussian and you are curious now if he is naked too.
So you lay down again and look under the bedcover and notice that he is naked too. You look at his body and at his awesomeness. "Frau...what are you staring at my 5 meters?", you hear him saying and you shriek and squeak.
As fast as you can, you put down the bedcover again and stare in his eyes. He only smirks stupid and waits for a answer.
Prussia x Reader - Wahre Liebt KussenGilbert's crimson eyes fluttered open as he awoke to the sweet sound of a birds (a/n: more like gilbirds *shot*) chirping as the early sun rose. He stretched and ruffled his snow colored hair, the Prussian was surprised he'd woken up so early,then remembered.
"Das ist richtig....I'm supposed to meet _______ today.." He sighed and smirked to himself.
_______ was Gilbert's closest friend, well other than his bruder Ludwig, but absolutely over the womanizing pair of the Spaniard and the Frenchy he surrounded himself with. _______ was someone he felt like he wanted to be...a little more closer too. Yes, 'zhe awesome Gilbert' had fallen for this (h/c) haired (e/c) eyed schönheit, and he felt as if the time ever came, he wouldn't be able to let her go.
Today would be an important day of their relationship, or so Gilbert was hoping it would be. Today he would confess his feelings to (what he liked to call her to himself) his liebling. Gilbert had been trying to for months, but the
BTT X Reader - Last NightYou woke up with a really bad headache. "Auw", you mumble. You notice that you are in soft bed and on the table are some alcohol bottles. Then you see the Bad Touch Trio in the room where you are. "Damn, what we did last night...Ugh probably it's better that I don't know this anymore", you whisper.
Antonio sleep on the floor and Francis and Gilbert are sleeping the middle of the bed and they hug each other. "Damn", you say and giggle. You take a photo of them and think: *They are so cute*. You give the Bad Touch Trio a kiss on their cheeks.
Then you find a few used condoms. "Well, it's disgusting now, but better to use this instead of nothing", you whisper and sigh. You stand up from the bed and carefully you go into another room.
It isn't easy to go in a room, because on the floor are a lot bottles and shards. You see Russia with Belarus and Ukraine. *Well, finally Belarus made it, i think*, your head speak and you look around. "How much have we drunk yesterday?", you whisper and then
Prussia x Reader - About Us
Another tear slipped down your cheek, falling off of your chin and onto your lap. You sniffled, listening to the man on the other side of the line. He was speaking softly, as to not get you any further into your upset state. The man was none other than your brother-figure Francis. He was trying to soothe you from another one of your episodes. You had fallen for Gilbert, Francis's friend, ever since he saved you from a pack of rabid dogs. It was the perfect romantic thing, complete with the eye gazing and lowered eyelids. Too bad he thought it was a perfect story to tell this 'Miss Eliz' and completely broke your heart. You knew he was an excellent friend, but a total womanizer. Francis found out about this infatuation when he came to your home and found you crying helplessly.
Today was like every other when Gilbert hurt your feelings. This time, he plainly rejected hanging out with you while over at Eliz's home. Over the phone. What an ass. You couldn't help yourself from loving him, t
Until Forever. [Prussia x Reader]She was a kingdom and so was he. He was known as Gilbert Beilschmidt or the Kingdom of Prussia. He was reckless and she was calm. They were the complete opposite of each other.
“Oh, [name]! Come out, frau!” Gilbert called. They were teenagers now and they were still playing hide and seek. [Name] quickly came out and tackled the Prussian.
“Gotcha!” She laughed. “You’re not as awesome as you think now!”
“What?!” Gilbert got up. “That’s a lie! I’m awesome, frau!”
“Prove it.” She stuck her tongue out and ran through the fields. Gilbert smiled to himself and ran after her. He managed to get a hold of her and finally wrapped his arms around her waist.
“Proved it.” Gilbert whispered. They both felt something. Something that is light and full of happiness. That’s what they felt… Love.
“Ich liebe, dich. My fair fraulein.” He confessed.
“I love you too, my knight.&
PrussiaXSuicidal!Reader~Life Is Too Hard To HandleNow you stand here...on a high rise building. It is a sunny saturday day. You look down and see people on the street and driving cars. You sigh. All started with a fight with your parents. They hate you since you were born. You have not many friends, but you have a crush on Gilbert, but what does that matter.
He doesn't feel the same way like you, you think so. You never had a boyfriend and you have always do things on your own. Your parents doesn't help you, they only want something from you. Actually you have to do everything, but you know, if you jump down from here, everything would be better. You look at your phone...no message. So no one cares about you and you start to cry.
Ludwig and his brother Gilbert watching TV. "Now are the breaking news. A girl is standing on a high rise building and try to jump", the presenter says. Gilbert jumps from the couch and screams: "Thats [Name]" "Now calm down, Bruder", Ludwig answers. "I can't calm down, she is in th
Prussia x Reader: RevengeI crossed my arms and walked down the hallway with my hair flowing. I stomped to the beat of my favorite song, a smug grin on my face. I was planning something. I was going to overthrow someone who had put a curse on my life. Someone who's very presence would spoil everything. I was going to completely destroy him- no matter what it took. He flirted too much, acted like he was everything and a bag of chips, always wearing that smug grin. I was going to wipe that off, I would make it disappear. How I would do it was a mystery, but I knew I'd do it, and as soon as I got to Science class, I would get what I needed to shoot this sucker.
Gilbert was going down and his little bird too.
I walked into class, resting my bag down on my desk and plopping down in my seat. Elizaveta, from across the room, shot over in haste to get to me before he did. "Hey ____! What's going on?"
"Hey my little miss snooper. Did you get me that info I needed?" her eyes glimmered when I said that, a thin smile sprea
Prussia X Reader Forced Smile"Of course I'm okay, everything's alright, don't worry." You lied with the same smile everytime someone asked if you were alright. How could have you told? They could have never helped you if you told them so it was just fine.
It was your little secret that you almost drowned in your tears almost every single night. And you never knew this would happen. Everything was so great at the beginning, when you and Ludwig got together, you went for dates and you ended up moving to him too. But something went really wrong.
Slowly, he changed for some reason. Knowing that he had you, he didn't worry so much about you anymore and he seemed quite effortless in keeping your relationship. You felt like getting you was just one thing on his to do list and now that is was done, he put you aside.
He spent more and more time in his room, sitting at his desk, doing work. And you could never disturb him, he always got so angry if he was interrupted in his work. With a sad sigh you just looked for somethin
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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