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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
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?
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
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
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
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
This Isn't Goodbye [GermanyXReader]
It's not goodbye…
"D-don't leave…" She pleaded. "How about you let me come with you?"
"I have to [Name], I'm sorry." He told her softly. "And you know you can't come with me."
"Ludwig he's evil, don't you see?" [Name] pleaded, "Killing all those people I-it's wrong!"
Germany let out a sigh and placed his forehead on her's, "Keine Sorge, ich komme in kürzester Zeit." 
She wished she could believe that, she really did. "Don't leave me...I love you."
"Ich liebe dich auch. Ich werde Sie bald sehen."  Was his reply.
He gave her a quick kiss before placing his black hat on top of his blonde hair and walking out of the house. Tears rolled down her face as she watched him leave her. She could only hope he would be the same man that she loved when he returned from doing his horrid deeds.
It's see you later.
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
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
England x Reader: Pirate to...People had always told you that England was almost bi-polar. Apparently, it was a recent attitude adjustment, but no one knew why it had happened.
Except for you, that is. You figured it out on your very first date.
Sitting in the back corner of the coffee shop closest to your apartment, you hadn't said a word to each other. Sure, simple greetings of 'hey' were exchanged, but England had become quiet seconds after.
At the time, you only knew snapshots of England's past. He used to be a pirate, but he had retired that title long ago. You guessed that he was in the middle of a transition phase, but to what, you had no idea.
You glanced up from the drink lists to the blond, just quickly enough that when he noticed you looking, his smirk quickly disappeared and he looked away. You blinked a few times, watching as he tried to busy himself with scanning the menu.
"Would you two like anything to drink?" The waiter beside your table startled the two of you, and glances were exchanged, silently
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
Tell Me You Love Me [ England x Reader ]
"How have you been, love~?" England’s voice rang through [Name]’s head, causing her to briefly shut her eyes. He asked [Name] everyday how she was feeling, almost every time he saw her. Quite frankly, it was beginning to annoy her.
Ignoring his presence, she began to walk home. The meeting today had been especially difficult to sit through; all she wanted now was to sit down on her couch and watch some mindless TV, anything to calm her stressed mind and pounding headache.
"I’m fine, England." [Name] replied casually, not giving him the satisfaction of a more elaborate answer. His smile didn’t fade; Instead he continued to ask her his daily questions.
"What are you doing now, love?"
"Not seeing that frog Francis, right?"
"Or that bloody git Alfred?"
"Your house is here, right?"
Stunned, [Name] turned to face him. She was hoping that if she kept walking past her house, he would eventually get bored with her endless wand
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
Punk!Singer!England x Reader - ONE SHOT "Arthur," you whined as your British boyfriend dragged you into the empty basement. "Why do we have to throw a party?"
"C'mon, love!" the Brit cupped your chin in his hands. "It'll be fun!"
"No," you pouted. "It'll be loud and give me headaches."
He simply chuckled and walked over to his CD rack. Arthur ran his hands over the many different CDs and scanned the rack for music. You wandered over to his old records. For some reason, you found them a lot more interesting than his new music.
Now, you know that Arthur has been around for a while. He IS the personified version of England. You ran your finger over several record cases before stopping at a specific record. It read "Abbey Road". You excitedly pulled it off the rack and ran your fingers over the dusty cover. This was your absolute favorite Beatles album.
You spun around excitedly and waved the album infront of your boyfriend's face, "Look!"
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
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