PrussiaxReader (request)You looked at Prussia. He stood proudly around the generals, talking with them. Your heart pained as you imagined that he would be gone tomorrow and he might not come back. Today was the party that Hitler was having to celebrate the start of World War ll. You hated the fact that another World War was starting. You may be patriotic, but you knew in your heart that this war was a bad idea. You excused yourself from the company around you and you made your way to the balcony. The balcony was open so anyone was free to go on it. Cold air from the evening made goose bumps rise on your arms. You shivered lightly but went and stood at the balcony. The night was beautiful, but it was being ruined by the happy cheers as the people in the party listened to Germany talk about the start of another war.
You were angry at Germany for letting a man like Hitler rise to power, but you didn't blame him. Germany was in desperate times and needed a man like Hitler. You sighed and rubbed your arms. You fel
:.PrussiaxReader: You're Cute When You Blush.:Labor Day. Also known as the official last day for a summer blowout before it was time to return back to school or work. You had wanted to spend that last day by the seashore, by yourself, with no one around to bug you. It seems all summer, you were bugged to death by your childhood friend, Gilbert Beilschmidt. He had pestered you 24/7 to go out with him and his "posse" to anywhere from a bar to a strip club. You weren't one to drink or look at half naked women flaunt their bodies in front of perverted men, so you declined to all of his invites. All you did during the summer was hang out with your best friend, Elizabeta.
You walked down the shoreline, staring out at the magnificent blue seas that rippled with waves. The salty air blew through your (h/l)(h/c), draping behind your shoulders. A smile was dancing on your plump pink lips. You had never felt this relax before in your life. You tried to relax and ease your mind, but Gilbert would constantly blow your phone up with incoming ca
Prussia x Reader ~Thorn Bird~~Thorn Bird~
__________ never meant to hurt him; she was too pure for that, too pure for someone with his background, his behaviors. It might have been because of the way she was brought up and how stringent her parents were, making her tiptoe on thin ice so she could get to the other side of her fragile lake she called life.
What had fascinated him was how ____________ could stand up to all of that. Even when he saw her bruises and scars from an accidental rush of the wind blowing back her long hair that draped over her face, she would smile and simply reply, "I fell." He knew she was lying.
He wanted to do something. He wanted to help her. He so desperately wanted her to recognize him, to acknowledge his existence. He didn't want to be the blurry slush of paint in the backdrop that shied away from the real subjects. Did she have any subjects she focused on in her canvas? If he was curious, he was too afraid to ask, yet he was hurt. He wished, with all his heart, that she could look p
Sweet Songbird: Part 1 (PrussiaxReader)Sweet Songbird: Part 1
Request for MissKiddoChan
You stumbled down the street slowly, flinching at every noise you heard. Your once bright (e/c) eyes had dulled from lack of sleep and were red-rimmed from regular tears. (H/c) locks were oily and breaking near the ends, having not been brushed or washed for weeks. Passing by the old park you and your father used to play in when you were young, you wobbled your way to a bench and collapsed heavily. Hoping for a few hours of sleep on the stiff wooden bench you made sure that you were away from the main path and playground. Without even the smallest shift in your position, you shut your heavy eyelids and sacrificed yourself to your nightmares.
You had been dreaming the same thing for the past month, ever since the accident. It was almost like a memory from that day haunting you until you finally collapsed, but you always woke back up from the terrifying dreams.
Hearing a crash, you try to open your eyes and
Before I Forget: Prussia x ReaderBefore I Forget
Prussia x Reader
As I sat at my desk, I found myself wanting to write a small journal entry. A journal entry about a certain event that happened to me during my summer a few years back. As I was typing, my mind drifted to a young man whom I met during my summer...
I can still remember the day when I first met him. He was a very strong and confident person; arrogant even. Yet despite all that, he was a very good person. Sure he might be a little too straightforward for my taste but he really is a kind person. He is the type of person that when you meet him, you can't help but remember him. Anyway, when I first met him it was a warm summer day. It was my summer holidays and I decided to spend my holiday in Berlin, Germany.
....A Few Years Earlier....
I walked through the bustling of the Berlin airport, my luggage trailing behind me. I carefully stopped to one side and pulled out my journal. As a journalist, I usually had to travel to c
Prussia x Reader - Awesomer Than YouPrussia x Reader Awesomer Than You
~*~*~*~5 months ago~*~*~*~
______ stood at the front of the class, seemingly at ease as she studied the many faces turned toward her.
'Everyone, this is our newest addition to the class. Miss, ah ' The teacher peered down at the name scrawled on the piece of paper. 'Miss ______ _______.' The teacher surveyed ______ over the rims of the glasses perched on the end of a long nose. 'You may sit wherever you can find a seat, Miss _______.'
______ quickly glanced round the classroom again, spotting a seat and darting toward it, sitting down with a quiet sigh of relief. Nobody likes to be standing in front of a bunch of strangers.
'Kesesese, vhy frau, anyone vould zink you didn't like being up zere~' Came a low voice from her right. ______ turned in her seat and ______ eyes clashed with red. She stuck her tongue out at him, saying; 'No I don't, problem vampy?'
The red-eyed boy furrowed his brow. '"Vampy"?'
______ rolled her e
Doctor!Prussia x Reader: II
It was quiet in the car. The music in the car only hummed since it was on so low. Gilbert's car was niec. You didn't know much about cars, but you knew it was expensive. He's phone rang, and he pushed a button on the stirring wheel to answer.
"Ich werde zu Hause sein in 15 minuten." You looked out the window, as he exited the freeway, "Sie ist hier bei mir. Ich werde erklären, wenn ich nach Hause komme.Servus."
You didn't bother to ask or anything. Again silence fell over the car. Suddenly, you saw Natalia hit the window to scare you. You jumped up and screamed, having seen it so suddenly, it did scare you. Gilbert jumped up since you had screamed so suddenly.
"Vhat!?" He said his tone in panic. You glanced back at him blushing.
"I-! I broke my nail." You laughed.
"Scheiße, you almost gave me a heart attack!" He sighed, "You sure you don't see spirits anymore?"
You bit your lip and looked out of the window and saw Ivan. He nodded telli
Doctor!Prussia x Reader: VI
Day Thirty Six
You blushed as he pulled you in closer. Alfred began to laugh at Gilbert. You looked for Peter who was already hiding behind you. Katyusha and Natalia were in front of both Gilbert and you protecting you from the laughing demon.
"Gilbert Bielschmidt? I thought you were dead?" Alfred laughed. Gilbert looked at the demon confused. He was very much alive; others could see him, not only you. He was breathing and living. Alfred laughed then smirked at both of you.
"You really have no idea do you?" Alfred smirked, he finally left the body of the man he was in and was in his original form, "How about you ask those brats there? I'm pretty sure they have the answers you want."
Then, he was gone. He vanished; no longer there in front of both of you. Gilbert had not loosened his grip on your waist and your face had not cooled down either. The Prussian starred down at the floor trying to make sense of things. The three men on floor were unconscious an
.:Broken:. PrussiaxAngel!Reader End"Oh no."
I stumbled around blindly. I had mixed emotions running through my veins. Fear, hate, anger, sadness. I had been an angel after dying of some unknown disease. My lover, Prussia, killed himself in an attempt to be with me, but that only kept us further apart, so I used a technique called the Back World Technique. It sent me to the world of the haunts, where Prussia dwelled. Death found out and took my wings and my angel title, and now I am going to fade away and very soon at that.
"Why is this happening to us!" Prussia screamed to the sky. I shook my head. It seems fate was cruel and twisted. I felt more tears stream down my already damp face. I hugged Prussia, fear making my body shake. This was a scary thing, disappearing. Would I feel anything? Would i be able to think anymore? What was going to happen to my soul? So many questions swam around in my head, giving me a pounding headache. It wasn't until after about 10 minutes that I began to noti
APH Fanfic: FrancexReader- CochonYou knocked on the edge of the screen door yet again. "Monsieur Duval?" you called into the apparently empty house, your patience wearing thin.
With a sigh you stepped back and off the porch of the large, old farmhouse. Placing a hand on your hip you glared at the door. You didn't have time for this: the restaurant opened in two hours! If Monsieur Duval wasn't in the house you were going to have to look for him somewhere else and that meant going to the barn.
You turned around to look at the red frame structure on the other side of the property. You really didn't want to go over there if you didn't have to. Monsieur Duval's pigs were wonderful animals and were very good at finding truffles- which was the reason you were in the country an hour outside Paris in the first place- but the fact was that they stank. And you really didn't want to get any closer to them then you had to.
You stood outside the house for
Deaf!PrussiaxReader: Love is UnheardWith a heavy sigh, you smiled sadly at the young man sitting in front of you. His crimson orbs showed defeat in the worst way.
Your heart constricted painfully as you reached out to touch his cold hand. He returned the gentle squeeze, and you felt tears well up in the corners of your eyes. It just wasn't fair.
Why did he have to become deaf?
He was both your best friend and the one you loved.
Your mind returned to that time in the hospital...
Your side burned as you raced through the long winding hallways, hair flying out from behind you.
Ignoring the searing pain, your long legs only pumped faster and faster against the hard white linoleum tiles.
You had to see him. After what seemed like ages of sprinting, the door to his room came into view. You threw it aside easily.
Gilbert sat in the ghastly white sheets of the bed, his skin matching in color.
Blood-soaked bandages were wrapped around nearly every inch of him that you could see, save for his facial features.
(Prussia x Reader)Full title for this story (wouldn't fit in the title box): The War Is Over, Yet I'm Still Fighting (Prussia x Reader)
Ages in this;
"____..?" A familiar voice sounded from outside your office, right as you started signing some papers that were improtant for your boss. You looked up from your work, "the door's unlocked, Elizabeta." You said, surpressing a yawn. It was almost midnight, and you had yet to get finished. You were just so worried about your best friend and secret crush, Gilbert, also known as the country of Prussia or the country of Awesomeness, as he liked to call it. The door opened and the brown haired woman walked in.
"Hi~." She chirped. You arched an eyebrow; you could tell that she was trying to cover up the fact that something was wrong. "Elizabeta, what did you do?" You ask. She looks down at her feet, "it's not what I did. It's what the Allies did." She said, her voice soft. You stood up, and walked over to your best friend. Putt
France x Reader: Happy Anniversary- France One-shot
Today was another day you would pass this. France bailed on you again, and again he didn't give you a reason. You were sitting at the restaurant wearing your best dress, make-up, jewelry and shoes. You dolled yourself up for France, because he was gorgeous and well you wanted to look your best around him. You didn't want people to categorize you as the ugly girlfriend with the hot boyfriend.
You looked at your cell phone, the image of France and you in Paris. No messages or calls. You weren't going to leave the reservation just like that, if he was going to bail on you the least he could do is call. You sighed as the waiter came around, asking if you were ready to order. You decided to give France a few more minutes and only told the waiter to wait a few more minutes.
"You're going to give that frog more time?" You looked back and saw England in back of you. You glared at him; he always had something bad to say about France. But what could you do, he was your c
PrussiaXReader and Gilbird: My Friend
PrussiaXReader and Gilbird: My Friend
A light breeze passes by as you stood in front of two tomb stones. One of the tomb stones was bigger then the other and a necklace hung from the cross the same with the smaller tomb. In your arms you held two bouquet of beautifully arranged flowers. You kneel down between the two graves and place each bouquet in front of each grave stone. Tears silently rolled down your cheeks and a small smile formed on your lips. "Hey there guys " you said quietly, "it's been some time since I last visited." Your smile disappears as you notice your falling tears. You laugh quietly. "I'm sorry ..I can't stop crying " you said wiping your tears away with the back of your hand. Minutes of silence passed. "It's been a few years without you two .so many things have happened .so many things changed," you quietly said. The tips of your fingers tracing the engraved letters on the bigger cross.
"Hey _________! I found something," said a small
Fine By Me PrussiaxReader SongficYou're not the type, type of girl to remain
With the guy, with the guy too shy, too afraid
To say he'll give his heart to you forever.
I'm not the boy that will fall to his knees
With his hands clasped tight, begging, begging you please
To stay with him for worse or for better.
Sometimes Gilbert had to wonder how the two of you ever got together. A lot of other people wondered too, but he usually ignored them. But there were times he really thought about how the two of you attracted each other. He was loud, arrogant, and obnoxious while you were sweet, quiet, and almost everything he wasn't. You were the kind of girl who liked to hear that she was loved or cared for and he was the kind of guy who didn't go around shouting his feelings for the world to hear. You two were almost opposites, yet you'd been dating for just over six months.
As much as he hated to admit it, Gilbert sometimes worried that his lack of caring would drive you away. That you'd get fed up with his arrogance
Falling for the Brother PrussiaxReader"Luddy! I'm hoooommmmeee!" you cried out dramatically as you let yourself in to your boyfriend's house. And instead of hearing him chuckling at your strange behavior or see him making his way towards you, you got silence.
"Maybe he's asleep?" you mused to yourself as you made your way to his bedroom. Although, he knew you were coming over around this time. You peeked into his room only to not see him and then went to his study. Not there either. Thoroughly confused, you went back downstairs and went to the garage. And he wasn't there either.
Feeling a little annoyed, you re-entered the house and sat down on the stairs, wondering where your boyfriend could be.
Cue door slamming open and an obnoxious voice screaming for all of the world to hear.
"Ze Awesome Me has returned! Bow down to ze awesome!" You literally almost fell over from the force behind the shout. Rubbing your ears, you looked up to see a tall man standing in the doorway with gleaming red eyes, and hair that practically glo
Prussia x Reader. While You Sleep. Gilbert ran his index finger down your soft, bare back. It seemed to have no imperfections that he could see with the naked eye. Smiling softly to himself, he once again trailed your spine to your neck. You let out a soft sigh in your sleep and started to shift.
He pulled his hand back as you turned over to face him, still asleep as you snuggled against his chest comfortably. So this is how we always end up in this position, the Prussian thought to himself with a smirk.
Gilbert carefully turned onto his back, moving you slightly so that you were laying your head on his chest while he wrapped one arm around your slim waist. This must be what heaven feels like, he mused mentally, too bad I'm going to hell.
The ceiling of the tan colored tent blocked out the winking stars in the sky, but through the thin material, he could barely make out the sliver of the white moon against a black velvet s
Missing Peace: PrussiaXReaderIt was the middle of the night and the stars were shining out like dust of gold outside your window.
You woke with a start as you heard a crying sound of a little child. Startled, you reached out for him and took him into your arms.
"Hush, hush." You consoled him. "It's alright, Ludwig. It was just a dream."
He clung at you securely, like he was afraid that you might fade away, cried even more and started mumbling words that you couldn't decipher.
"It's okay. __________'s here." You whispered in his ear assumingly and started to swing him gently back to sleep. You smiled as you wiped his tears and hummed him a lullaby.
The poor child didn't stop crying yet, but he began soothing down. He must have sensed your fright. How could you comfort a person when you yourself are also uncertain of something?
As the child starts to drift away in your arms, you started to develop certain panic as his brother gave you a reason why. Gilbert, Ludwig's older brother, entrusted you to look after the chi