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Love Forever [PrussiaXReader]
Warning: Fluff...implied smut...maybe? *is shot* um..Prussia OOC-ness? *is shot again*
If he could only read her mind, she'd say:
Buy me a rose, call me from work, open a door for me, what would it hurt?
Show me you love me by the look in your eyes
She was upset. Upset that it seemed like Prussia didn't have any time for her. He was always working or out drinking. She wondered if he'd even remember their anniversary (which was today). She wondered if she did something wrong that made him stay late at work. When ever he was home she would try anything to turn his head and it seemed like nothing was working. She could only hope that he would realize how much she missed him…and soon he did.
"[Name]! I'm home!" Prussia shouted, his work bag falling to the floor with a loud thud.
She smoothed out her clothes while she walked to the front door.
"How was work Gilbert?" She asked, putting on a small smile.
The sexy smirk on her husband's face made her stomach flip.
Closer to the Edge [AmericaXReader]
He loves you, he really does…
"Alfred~" She whined, coming into her boyfriend's game room. "You've been playing Call of Duty all day! Can we go out for dinner?"
"Hold on [Name], I finally got England to play and we've gotten to level 24! There's no way I can back out now!"
[Name] huffed and crossed her arms, "Alfred!" She moved so she was in front of the TV, "Please!"
"[Name], move please!" The country said, leaning towards the side so he could see around her. "Come on, just a few more rounds!"
She could tell she was working his nerves but at this point she didn't really care.
"You said that two hours ago!" She snapped.
Finally getting fed up and walked to the back of the TV and pulled the plug. "There!"
She looked at America who was blankly staring at the TV.
"Babe, I love you." He said. "But I'm going to give you a ten second head start."
His tone dry- a tone she had never heard before.
I think I pushed him off the edge… She thought, but she though
Hate. All that was in her eyes was pure hate. She hated who she was. She hated the man in front of her. She hated the silver bracelet that was twisting around her wrist that was a constant reminder. The name etched in the bracelet was now one she absolutely hated: German Confederacy.
"Germany," She growled out, voice cracking from pain and exhaustion. "How could you?"
"It was not my decision [Name]," He replied a soft tone that sounded so foreign to her ears.
"I'm [country name]!" She screamed, her voice echoing throughout the office where the two stood- facing each other. "I'm [country name]! I'm not the German Confederacy; I'm [country name]!" Desperation crept into her voice every time she shouted her rightful country name.
"Nein," Germany snapped, hurting just as much as she was. He did not want to see her pain- especially because it was his doing. This was never supposed to happen. [Country name] was never supposed to dissolve into the country of Germany like Prussia had. "You are
A year has gone by since the take over and her goal to regain her country still stood.
"Why am I coming to this thing again?" She whispered to Prussia so Germany- who was walking in front of them with Italy and Romano- wouldn't hear. She felt embarrassed showing her face to the countries- feeling like she didn't deserve to be there.
"You represent Germany now so you have be here just like when you were [Country Name]," Prussia replied. "Though we don't have a say in things we still need to listen." He chuckled, "Though I doodle most of the time."
Upon arrival- the three German representatives and the Italians were some of the first to arrive. England was there because he was the host country, but Russia, China and the Nordics had already arrived. [Name] felt her face burn from embarrassed when she felt curious and sympathetic eyes on her as she walked to her spot. They all knew about her fall from grace- the dissolution of her country. She wondered how long they talked about her
She stood beside Germany- her body set in a straight soldier like posture. She watched with a broken spirit as her former boss signed away his country to the German leader. She was now officially German Confederacy- though she was known by many as South Germany. After the meeting when Germany and his boss left, her boss approached her with a sad smile.
"I'm sorry about this [Name]," He said, voice cracking from the emotions he tried so hard to keep inside. "Please, keep our people from breaking."
"I think they are already broken," She replied. "They are hurt, confused, and angry. A revolution might start or even a full blown civil war." She clutched her fist, "And what allies do I have? None. We were never able to finish the meeting for us to become America's ally. Then we would have a fighting chance to regain our freedom. My people are already being treated as dogs."
He set a hand on the dissolved nation's shoulder. "Grow stronger and gain your freedom. If not for you then for
Papa!FranceXchild!Reader: You Are Not Useless
Papa!FranceXchild!Reader: You are Not Useless
The small child gazed out the window- watching her mother walk away.
"[Name], are you hungry?"
She turned to look at the French nation. "Yes, Papa."
France picked her up and carried her to the kitchen, setting her down at the table while he prepared lunch the two of them. [Name] let her mind wonder, thinking about the events that just took place. Her caretaker and mother had dropped her off at France's house about an hour ago- telling her that she would have to say with her Papa France for a while. [Name] was a French and [country name] territory- her people speaking both her mother's and father's language.
"[Name], be a good little girl for your Papa okay?" Her mother had instructed in haste. "Mama won't be around for a while."
"Okay Mama," [Name] had replied reluctantly. She watched her Mama and Papa talk in hushed tones- her Papa seemed worried and frustrated while Mama looked angry and sad; what was happening?
Visiting Uncle England [Uncle!EnglandXReader] #1
Title: Visiting Uncle England Chapter 1
Warnings: No warnings really- just fluff later and might get angsty in later chapters
Summary: You are- well you- but also the personification of the state of Michigan. You look around 18 or 19 and are off to visit dear Uncle Iggy for a while. The visit is filled with hard college classes, adventures with Uncle Iggy, and meetings nations your father- America- has only mentioned briefly. Have fun!
She scanned the airport, tapping her toes impatiently.Where is he? She wondered. It's not like him to be late.
She turned her head- glared at the male briskly walking to her. "It's about time!"
The Brit rolled his eyes and began to wonder what made him decide to let the state spend the summer with him. He contemplated shipping her back to America. "Well excuse me for being busy."
[Name] smiled, "You're excused." She slipped the strap of the duffel bag over her shoulders and looked at her uncle with a grin still on her
EnglandXReaderXAmerica: No Doubts
EnglandXReaderXAmerica: No Doubts
It was a chance meeting really, a coincidence. I knew I would meet him one day, but at the same time I believed I would never see the Brit again. I especially didn’t think I would see him at my place of work- a publishing company.
“Arthur?” I questioned, my face burned at the sound and feel of his name. We stood facing each other on the side of the busy hallway- five years of old feelings, good and bad, resurfacing. “What are you doing here?”
“Business of course,” He relied, accent rolling off his tongue with each word. I hate to admit it, but I still love his accent. “I didn’t know you worked for this company.”
I gave a weak smile, “Yep, I’ve been here for three years.”
He glanced at his watch before asking: “Do you have time to grab coffee?”
I wanted to say no; that I
Remembering the Beginning [AmericaXReader]
Look at this photograph, every time I do it makes me laugh
It was a nice spring day and America decided to moves some things into the storage room and clean other things out.
"What's this?" He muttered, reaching into one of the boxes and pulling out a dusty book.
He blew the dust off and it reveled to be a brown photo album. He sat cross-legged on the floor and began flipping through the photos.
"[Name], is so cute in this picture." He laughed.
It was a picture of him and his wife when they were much younger- when he was still living with England. She grinned at the camera and her eyes still held the mischief they do today (plus she had just finished pulling a prank on England). She wore a white dress and a red bandana in her hair.
"Alfred," He jumped slightly when he felt a pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders. "What'cha doing?"
America grinned up at his wife and pointed at the picture, "Remember this?"
[Name] blinked and looked at the old picture, "Oh! It's the
The Selection~EnglandxReaderWhy was I here again? Oh..right..it was Alfred's idea. After being together for long, it wasn't until nearly a month ago he got up and said to enter. It wasn't my intentions, but it most likely seemed to be his. Then a few nights ago, he went full out a said it was over, but said he didn't want it to. He went on about how 'He needed to be the hero' and 'hero's need to take care of others, not the other way around.' I didn't believe the whole 'hero' thing, but it still hurt a ton. Like I had just been slapped across the face. Finally, the day arrived. The Selection. The day a special group of eight girls, would compete for the heart of the wealthy prince Arthur. Like I said, it wasn't my intentions. I wanted to stay and marry Alfred..but nuh-uh. I sighed and rubbed my forehead of sweat as the announcer came onto the stage. After a barely night's sleep, I felt exausted. If only I could have stayed in bed and slept. And dreampt of Alfred. Wait. No more Alfred! This was silly, I needed to
Request- EnglandxReader- In TimeIn time, my love, in time
I know it's hard to wait
But it will be worth it, love
"You make it so hard to be a gentleman." His thick eyebrows were deeply furrowed as he gazed out the window, his eyes glassy and unfocused. Not really seeing what was beyond his thoughts.
She flipped the page in her book, an apathetic look on her face. "Oh what a sorrowful tale. I do weep for you." her voice dry.
A surge of anger rushed through him and he slammed his fist against the wall.
"When will you cease teasing me?"
A light smirk teased at the corner of her lips.
"In time, my love."
The deep frown marred his otherwise handsome face. Placing a ribbon in her place in her book, she stood and retired to her bedroom.
This wait makes me old
It wears down my soul
And tears apart my heart
"I grow tired of waiting for you. One day I'm going to leave for good." he sipped his tea casually, as if he were discussing a recent political affair.
"No you won't" she now w
Too Late (ArthurXReader) "I love you." he had whispered into your ear, and you quickly glanced at him, shocked at his words and his choice of place to say this words. He smiled at you guiltily and he softly shrugged his shoulders. You slowly began to fill tears forming, and tried to blink them away. "I suppose I should have said it sooner. Maybe we wouldn't be in this specific situation if I had......or maybe it wouldn't have changed anything." he muttered, and he softly ran his hand through your hair and you close your eyes, tears finally breaking free. "I have another thing to confess, shocking I know, but it's true. I loved you back when we were children, from the first summer you moved in. Remember when you moved in?" he asked and you smiled at the memory.
*FLASHBACK BROUGHT BY THE AWESOME PRUSSIANESS!*
A five year old you were happily walking with your mother to meet your new next door neighbor. You had your (h/c) (h/
EnglandxReader England knocked on the door and waited patiently, he had meet ___(your name)____ a few days ago whilst he was sitting on a bench at the park neat your own home. The two of you began to converse and, well now he has seemed to have taking a liking to you. Arthur wore his white button up dress shirt under a argyle sweater vest that was green, it was a beautiful dark green, but nothing that could compare to his emerald eyes. His blonde hair ruffled in it's usual matter as he stepped back hearing the door knob turn. When you opened the door he smiled and politely greeted you. You were wearing _(clothing description)__, perhaps a little ways out of his taste but it looked splendid on yourself, you shut the door locking it and turned back smiling sweetly at him.
"I hope you don't mind but I presume you have eaten? If not we could drop by my home and I could make something for you." It was a little past noon, and you had in fact
ReaderxCursed Doll! England-- I'll Help You Pt 1Your friend Alfred was having a yard sale. You wanted to get some new decorations for your recently repainted and refurbished living room, so you decided to stop by and check it out. You found a few pillows that would look nice on your new couch, a nice little mirror you thought would fit well over the fireplace, and a beautiful wooden end table.
You were digging through some old blankets he had out when something fell out of one and onto the driveway. You set down your things and picked it up.
It was a little doll and it was in terrible condition. The pale fabric for the skin was dulled and dirty and stained with God only knows what. The yellow yarn that made up its hair was frayed, dulled so much that it almost looked brown, and most of it was missing. The black button that made up its left eye was chipped and the button that was its right eye was hanging loosely, only connected by an old, thin black thread. The red thread that was its mouth was half missing, and what was left sat cr
What Hurts the Most - England (part 2)WARNING: FEELS WILL HAPPEN, AND CRYING MAY OCCUR
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED OF TEH FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELZ
It had been a month since then. Nothing had changed. You were still a mess of yourself and your eyes were practically grey now. Memories kept flooding your mind at everything now, getting dressed, waking up in the morning, everything. You imagined him wrapping those warm arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest, but when you turned around.. nothing.. nobody was there. Though.. some things were different now. You were now a shell. Showing no emotion and shedding no tears, for you had shed as many tears as you could. They just never came anymore. You looked at everything with a bored expression except one thing, the ring. Every time you looked down at your left hand, there it was, and every time you saw it, deeper into nothingness you went. You couldn’t take this anymore. A life without Arthur wasn’t worth living. He was your everything and you needed him to surv
ReaderxCursed Doll! England-- I'll Help You Pt 3"It's a long story, love."
"I have time." You said.
He returned his gaze to you. "It may be a little hard to believe."
You cocked an eyebrow and crossed your arms. "Arthur, honey, I just watched a doll I bought yesterday at a yard sale come to life in the middle of my living room."
He walked over and took a seat on your couch. You followed and sat next to him.
"Well" he began "I guess it all started a good two hundred years ago…
"I believe it was the year 1810, the height of industrialism in England where it all started. Back then, I was a middle class factory worker. I lived in a very nice home for the time; it was two stories high and considered very nice for the time period, though it was considerably smaller than your home. Still, this was before the standard of living was changed…
"Anyways, I lived in that house with the woman I loved, a young woman named Louise. She was a petite little thing; very short, scrawny, thin. She could easily be confused for a child real
ReaderxCursed Doll! England-- I'll Help You Pt 6For a short while after that day you were skittish around Arthur. That fact that you may have found the cure to his curse was a hard thing to keep sealed lips about. Arthur, who was naïve but far from stupid, of course noticed your strange behavior and confronted you about it. You had shivers running up your spine and had to tell more lies than a politician, but you managed to blame your behavior on a fake illness and made him believe it.
After a couple weeks things got back to normal…well as normal as normal could be with a cursed doll from the nineteenth century living in your house. You managed to push the fairy tale to the back of your mind and somehow managed to keep it there, even though every once in a while it would creep up and drench you in guilt. That aside, you and Arthur were enjoying the time you spent together.
But you noticed something strange going on with Arthur. He seemed to be more tentative to you. He would constantly be asking you how you were or what was on your
England x Reader - Loveless
((I know I haven't posted in a while, please enjoy. Also let me know If I made any mistakes~))
Relationship after tedious relationship. Nothing ever seemed to go right for you in a relationship. The men you fell in love with always seemed to leave you behind, in their ever darkening shadows. It sickened you to know that you had given everything, time and time again, to men who would never give you a second thought. You had made up your mind 3 years ago, to never again, share yourself with another. Your last boyfriend cheated on you, you had decided he was 'The One' and had gone all the way with him. What a tragic mistake. Three days after, he broke up with you to date some younger, beautiful girl. Oh well. Men are all the same.
This is all you ever thought. You had to clear your head, get all of these morbid thoughts out of your otherwise happy mind. A walk would suffice. You grabbed your coat and walked out the door, heading to the lake by your house. The sun was just beginning to fal
It was on the battlefield when she first met the foreign nation. His green eyes glaring into her dark ones. She had in her hands a gun and he had one in his. She held a strong front but it was only to mask the pain she was in. So many of her people were losing their lives in this war and small scratches would be left upon her skin.
"I will ask you again slave where is America?" Britain glared.
"And I will answer you again Britain, I do not know." [Name]lied, a scowl on her face.
America was in pain right now and she refused for Britain to see him in his current state.
"I think I'll need to teach you your place!"
"Go ahead, make my day."
By time America walked unto the battlefield [Name] had received a bullet wounded to the leg and numerous scratches while Britain had only a few on his face.
"I want my freedom, Britain! I'm no longer a child or your little brother. For now on consider me independent!" America declared, gun
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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