prussia x reader: zartlich by 12bfeygirl42, literature
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prussia x reader: zartlich
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The steady glow of the kitchen light guided you through the silent house, revealing the object of your affections sitting on the floor, his back resting against the oven.
You felt your lips twitch in bemusement; his eyes were narrowed in concentration, thumbs moving over his phone screen rapidly, muffled piano riffs carrying across the small room.
It wasn’t so much his gaming that amused you, nor was it the caption on his horrendous orange t-shirt. It was his stringent attention, the neon from his screen reflecting off his glasses, how his entire torso was tense as he continued progressing through the current level. His lips were p
prussia x reader: sayonee by 12bfeygirl42, literature
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prussia x reader: sayonee
“You ever think about getting married?”
“You’re not seriously proposing to me in a McDonald’s, are you?”
Your exasperation made him snicker, quickly squeezing your hand in reassurance. “No, no. Just curious is all.”
You were quiet for a few moments, both content to sit idly in the booth, watching the evening shift begin tidying up for the night. It was near closing time, but he was in no rush to leave. Judging by your feet still propped on the seat beside you and the weight of your head against his shoulder, neither were you.
“I’ve thought about it,” you murmured, the words
Prussia X Reader: Nefelibata by 12bfeygirl42, literature
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Prussia X Reader: Nefelibata
He fell in love through the small things.
The day he opened his door to find you offering his favorite cookies and two unopened DVDs.
The evening he found you on the couch, dog sleeping on top of you, your laptop precariously balanced on a stack of books on the coffee table.
The day he recognized one of your brushes in the bathroom.
The moment he saw the fading sunlight warm around you as you finished a crossword he had abandoned days ago.
He was aware of his love for you in the more memorable moments.
The morning he found you in his shirt and a pair of old socks, spinning in the kitchen as you patiently prepared pancakes.
The first ti
' For the first time ' Prussia x Reader by xXJhazzyXx, literature
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' For the first time ' Prussia x Reader
She's all laid up in bed with a broken heart
" I don't know Eliza, yeah, it's just I don't think he still love me anymore "
(Name) aka (country name) speaks on the phone to her best friend Eliza aka Hungary
tears threatening to fall,
"Do you want to come over for a while? "
"Maybe after I cook dinner, Gilbert will be here in an hour, I'll leave a note then, bye.."
you hung up,
whipping the tears,
You got up with the empty side of the bed.
While I'm drinking Jack all alone in my local bar
" Gilbert, Isn't it you and your chicas anniversary "
Gilbert who kept singing and swaying stop moving.
"It is?"
he's getting sober now.
"Yeah, It'
Prussia X Reader .:Commission:. by Storm-Depomiere, literature
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Prussia X Reader .:Commission:.
Gilbert walked into the restaurant, wearing his freshly ironed waiters uniform. His silver hair sat messily on his head and his ruby eyes scanned the room slowly. He had been working at Francis' restaurant for almost two years, since he left high school. He had made friends, lost friends and maintained friendships. He had also just broken up with his Hungarian girlfriend, Elizaveta. Before Gilbert got to work, Francis had stopped him to tell him something.
“Ah, Gilbert, we have a new waitress, 'er name is [Your name].”
“Zhat name sounds familiar... I know her”
Gilbert hadn't realised that you a girl until after she
Punk!Prussia x Punk!Reader Part 2 by Storm-Depomiere, literature
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Punk!Prussia x Punk!Reader Part 2
After a long and peaceful sleep, contrasting the one from the previous night, you woke up feeling refreshed and energised. You decided to get dressed and have some cereal before school today, opting to pack off-brand cola for break. After stuffing a make-shift lunch into your backpack and wolfing down your breakfast, you left home for school. With earbuds blasting “Underdog”, you wandered to school lost in thought. You didn’t notice the white-haired boy running up behind you until-
“HEY! I was listening to that!”
“Ja, vhatever, I’ve seen you around, Liebchen, und I believe we take history and homeroom
Punk!Prussia x Punk!Reader Part 1 by Storm-Depomiere, literature
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Punk!Prussia x Punk!Reader Part 1
The sun rose while you were still awake in bed. You had recently joined a new school (West Chippewa High) and were dreading it. You were… different. You had [hair length][favourite colour] hair, [favourite piercing] and wore black. Exclusively black. You struggled to make friends because of this and, while it never really bothered you, it did admittedly creep up on you occasionally, when it was cold and dark. While you lay in the soft and warm covers of your bed, your phone alarm went off; 7 A.M.
You dragged yourself slowly out of bed and put on black skinny jeans, a black “American Idiot” shirt and a black hoodie with a Ja
Prussia x Reader - Broken Tango by aranel753, literature
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Prussia x Reader - Broken Tango
“All your life you've never seen
A woman taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven?
Would you ever win? Will you ever win?” – Rhiannon, Fleetwood Mac
The light knock on the door made Gilbert jump on his feet, his knee bumping against the sofa and nearly making him crash down all over again. Damn his eyes. His leg throbbed while he reached the door, pain pulsing through him.
“Who is it?” He asked, cursing himself for not being able to actually see for himself.
“It’s me.” The voice who gave him an answer made his heart pick up its pace, even if he had never noticed that it had
I don't pick up guys while drunk by Nevermoremist, literature
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I don't pick up guys while drunk
*There is a bit of swearing in this fic. Oliver is not in attendance with the 2ps so there is no one to control that. Don't like?Don't read!
Everyone is born with a natural talent. Some people can see red strings connecting people to the ones who are to be their soul mates. Others can see a person's aura and can tell their emotions from that or if they're lying. Then there's the people who can tell how many days a person will live based on their current choices or can see the shadow of death hanging over a person. And then there's me; my name is (y/n) and I can determine how potentially dangerous someone is based on a number that I can see h
Jan 2018 Prussia X Reader // Peaceful Days by AngelsRainbowCross, literature
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Jan 2018 Prussia X Reader // Peaceful Days
An early birthday present for Prussia.
The sound of the flute echoed through the air. It was a beautiful peace, but the man playing it made it even more beautiful.
Gilbert.
His fingers danced on the flute and created a wondrous sound with each step. With the flowers in bloom, the scene became breathtaking.
Gilbert's fingers danced one more time before they stopped. I clapped. "It was beautiful as always, Gilbert."
"Kesesese. Of course it is. Anything I do is awesome! You're lucky to have the chance to hear the awesome me play."
I laughed at his comment. "We all know that I'm more awesome because I have to deal with you."
"What is that