Hetalia x Abused!Child!Reader: PrussiaWarning: . . . Prussia.Hetalia x Abused!Child!Reader: Prussia5 days ago in Introductions & Chapters
“Go ahead und choose, (Y/n).”
You dug your hand around the bag, feeling something soft and wispy tickle your fingertips. You pulled it out—a yellow feather.
Someone did a spit-take.
The man who performed this act was heard gasping and coughing in the back, and everyone turned to the red-eyed, white-haired Prussian who stood. “Z-zat is mine,” His voice came out choked, still coughing from before. “Hallo, frau. I—I’m Gilbert Beilschmidt.”
Gott…I have a child to take care of now.
“Oh, mein Gott…” The blonde sighed, digging around the bag before coming up with his necklace. “Meeting adjourned. Take vhatever you put in ze bag, und I vill see you all in France next time…”
“Good luck, love,” Arthur said behind you, patting your back as Gilbert got his stuff together and came to officially meet you. “I’ll, uh, try to visit, a
Just Have Fun SOW (Axel x Napoleon)CoolEmoticon said the following:Just Have Fun SOW (Axel x Napoleon)1 week ago in Profiles
Napoleon sighed. He was bored beyond belief. He had just left Alan after having lead him back to the safety of his home from his once lost and helpless state. Now he had nowhere to go, and nothing to do. This made him angry. He growled and kicked a large rock out of his way before stomping his way back home. What good was this town if there was nothing to do?! On his way back, he spotted a large dog from his peripherals. He turned his head to get a better look only to find another purebred German Shepherd. The only difference, he noted, was that, unlike him, this German Shepherd was a saddle back. He was shocked; he had yet to come across another like him. His heartbeat quickened in excitement. He decided to cautiously approach the other, head held high and chest puffed out. He made his was way closer.
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Axel was walking around the town, watching the people go by, and enjoying the views. It was an abnormal day for him,
Path to a new NationSlowly, Gilbert Beilschmidt walked through the field-hospital’s tents.Path to a new Nation1 month ago in General Fiction
Everywhere around him, the wounded lay on the blood covered wooden tables or on red soaked sheets and the worn stretchers on the ground. Some cried loudly, some moaned agonizingly, some were silent.
Gilbert listened carefully to all of them, nonetheless.
Everywhere around him, medical staff members, men and women, were busy treating the men. Cleaning, stitching and bandaging their wounds. Giving them some water to drink. The heavy air was filled by their pitiful and disgusting noises and the smell of blood, raw meat and medicine.
Gilbert looked carefully over all of them, nonetheless.
Everywhere around him at the tables, surgeons were busy amputating legs and arms. Most of the men had spit out the wooden or cloth toggle and let their agony out through their wide opened mouth. They slewed their head there and back and kicked as much as they could, while they were fixed with leather-straps or held down by strong
Big City Boy VS Proud Country Gal - SoWSquad1rox said the following:Big City Boy VS Proud Country Gal - SoW2 weeks ago in Plot Outlines & Synopses
The ebony black hunting dog padded through town, a soft grin on her face, glad for there to be snow back on the ground in Nome. Summer was starting to get boring.
She walked with obvious self confidence, not in a vain way, but in a way that she knew her self-worth and was happy with it.
And as the mutt walked along, she passed by a german shepherd with a gold pelt and fiery eyes, giving him a polite "hello" before going on about her day.
CoolEmoticon said the following:
Napoleon had been walking through the freezing, blinding white snow for only 4 minutes since his owner kicked him out and told him to go 'play with the other dogs' and he hated it every second he was standing in the blistering cold as it hurt his paws. He hadn't met any dogs worthy of 'playing with'. He let out a sigh. He was too busy shivering when he heard someone passing him give him their greetings. He looked back, surprised, and saw a large sized, black dog. He choked out a gruff sound
FalszFałszFalsz2 weeks ago in Humor
— W tym liście Napoleon twierdzi, że...
— Całym sercem pragniemy pokoju – wyjaśnił gładko Francja.
Anglia skinął głową.
— Niewątpliwie. Jestem przekonany, że możemy się zaprzyjaźnić.
Spojrzeli sobie w oczy. Kąciki ust Francji drgnęły. Anglii nie.
— Chcesz zaprzyjaźnić się ze mną – powtórzył.
— ...dobrze. Pod warunkiem, że wymienimy się podbitymi ziemiami.
Chwilę milczeli. Tylko to robili zgodnie.
— W zamian twój król przestanie mówić, że jest moim królem – zaznaczył Francja.
Impromptu Deer HuntingThe group had continued traveling for the better part of a day and all the while the snow fell gently around them. The handlers talked amongst themselves, trying to decide what they might do with their time and very little else in particular. It was late afternoon when they entered a thick forested area, already resting in the shadow of the mountains south of their position.Impromptu Deer Hunting3 weeks ago in Short Stories
“What do you guys think?” Nita asked suddenly, as they came to a clearing in the trees. It was a wide area surrounded by robust pines that shielded most of the area from the worst of the snow. Rather than a foot or more gathering on the ground, here there was only a dusting of a few inches. “This might be a good place to stop. We could make camp here or just rest a while?”
“So let me get this straight.” Imala sighed suddenly, lifting her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose. “We actually came out here without anyone making some sort of plan? We’re making this up as we
Austria x Reader: Coffee and CaprioleOctober, 1815Austria x Reader: Coffee and Capriole1 month ago in General Fiction
Autumn had fallen upon Vienna, hazy and glowing in all shades of reds and browns. There were chill breezes and leaves scattered across the streets, frosty mornings and still, violet evenings. Everyone was in good spirits, in this particular October, for it was the first for years that it was truly peacetime.
No war with the Prussians, French or the Russians.
It was simply a time where one could walk through the streets with their head completely clear of any troubles. The world seemed so crisp and beautiful at this time, like everything was clear to view and there was nothing to hide.
Sometimes, the cavalry would trot through the streets and have showers of flowers and biscuits thrown into their path. You would watch this spectacle from a small coffee shop near the Rathaus, as the bright, bold reds and blues of uniforms fleeted past, with the occasional glint and shimmer of a gun or a sabre. At times, the street nearly seemed paved with the silk of ladies' handkerchiefs.
A Vrekt and Fitzwilliam Mystery: Chapter 22Chapter 22: London Docks… The Arrest of Captain De Burgundy…A Vrekt and Fitzwilliam Mystery: Chapter 223 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters
Vrekt slowly peered from the corner of the building, his unit had been tailing the Captain for sometime and he personally hoped that their mark had not been attempting to shake them off. His small pocket communicator that Tesla had given him buzzed, "Vrekt here, we’re in pursuit of the target, but he’s showing no sign of stopping."
Fitzwilliam’s voice responded clearly, but not loud enough to give away Vrekt’s position. "He may be heading for the derelict quarter, however we must ensure he is captured alive, once you have succeeded, bring him to the tower for questioning." "Understood Sir, Vrekt signing off."
The communication ended, a naval officer scurried up besides to Vrekt having heard the conversation, "you will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. We must be cautious." Vrekt nodded in agreement "If he’s heading for the Dere
A Vrekt and Fitzwilliam Mystery: ProloguePrologue: Acknowledgement of Promotion...A Vrekt and Fitzwilliam Mystery: Prologue3 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters
Whitehall, headquarters of the British Empire's government and secret service agencies. It is within a rather small outer office, with panelled walls painted white, a desk of finest walnut with leather work top that two people, one a secretary the other her senior employer are at work upon a letter of employment.
"Dear Sir, I write to you in regards to your recent promotion to Guard Brigadier, and would like to offer my personal congratulations upon this momentous of occasions. We here at Whitehall are in the position that such a distinguished officer of her majesties army, such as yourself should be privy to special duties."
This then was the voice of none other than Vice Admiral, Sir Henry Warbar RN, resplendent in the uniform of the Admiralty, His neatly pressed trousers with their double gold strip along the seams and dark blue jacket trimmed also with gold piping, brass buttons gleaming, and a single Epaulette denoted his ran
A Vrekt and Fitzwilliam Mystery: Chapter 20Chapter 20: Familiar Face... Unfamiliar Name.A Vrekt and Fitzwilliam Mystery: Chapter 203 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters
The laboratory of Professor Helios Van Tiber could only be described as sterile, in fact it was so white it somehow disorientated the Brigadier as he entered.
"Ah, Sir Charles! Welcome! May I also welcome you Brigadier Vrekt." The Brigadier turned to meet the professor, there he stood, in what only could be described as a black dinner suit with white shirt and tie, and a lab coat draped over the shoulders. A crop of dark hair and a dark moustache, his gaunt face and thin frame, proved to the visitors that this man had become in life a true workaholic.
Vrekt suddenly realised who the man reminded him of... "TESLA?" he exclaimed "NIKOLA TESLA?" "How much does he know Sir Charles?" "Nothing at all, yet he has latched on to the truth much quicker than my previous assistants?"
Tesla nodded, "Well Brigadier, it seems from what I've been told that you've had the vision, I can assure you that this is not
A Vrekt and Fitzwilliam Mystery: Chapter 24Chapter 24: Prisoner of the Enemy… Final Preparations.A Vrekt and Fitzwilliam Mystery: Chapter 243 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters
Daedalus awoke to find himself in cell of white marble walls and floor, a rudimentary stone bed had been provided along with a table and wash basin.
"Hmm… at least they take care of their prisoners, however I don’t intend to stay, I have to escape." At this point of thought the sound of footsteps drew him away from any plan of escape. Suddenly as if by magic one of the walls of the chamber vanished as if by magic,
Daedalus wondered if it was his means of escape, feeling what at first seemed to be a void, he realised that it had simply become transparent. It was at this moment he noticed two females, one being Lady Von Hardrada, and other being Queen Celestine, both smiling somewhat unnervingly towards him. "Ah Lord Daedalus," exclaimed the queen. "You have awoken, welcome the to ‘The Forge’" "Why Celestine? Why have you betrayed your people?" She placed a finger on he
The Imprisoned Angel AffairThe Japanese prison was a bleak place, thought Napoleon Solo, as he was led to the visiting area. While lacking some of the violence and disorder of American jails, it kept its inmates in a regime of firm and unbending discipline, offering only the most basic and minimal comforts.The Imprisoned Angel Affair2 weeks ago in Drama
The prisoner approached.
Angelique La Chien.
Angelique looked a far cry from the glamorous THRUSH agent that Napoleon had known. Her stylish outfits had been replaced by a grey prison smock. Her platinum blond hair had largely grown out, revealing a duller dark blonde tone. Napoleon had never seen Angelique without makeup... apart from the time when they had woken up in bed together in Italy.
"Napoleon! How could you let them send me here? This place is terrible. You have no idea what it's like for a girl to be sent to a miserable place like this," snapped the angry THRUSH agent in her distinctive Anglo-French accent.
"You killed an UNCLE agent. He was one of the best men we had working in Japan. UNCLE was no
A Discovery of Mountain Goats Fall seemed to have set in overnight, bringing with it a blanket of light snow that continued to fall in endless waves. It was not yet cold enough to turn to hail, but the Tokotas and their handlers fully expected it to stick to the ground and remain there for several days; the temperature would not be climbing back up to melt the frozen ground for a long while – if it did at all before next spring. Despite the snow the weather was fairly mild with very little wind. The sun was blocked out by thick gray clouds, leaving most of the landscape in shadow and awash with meager watery light. A long caravan of Tokotas in varying colors and sizes walked along the trail leading away from town and into the forest, three riders perched among them.A Discovery of Mountain Goats1 month ago in Short Stories
Mountain goat was a new prey for all of the tokotas on their large hunting expedition, even for Sedna who was older than the entire trio of handlers present. The
Show TimeThe sun was shining brightly for the first time in many days though a thick blanket of snow still covered the ground. The warmth in the air was enough to bring out the group of Tokotas and their handlers, along with a rather rambunctious group of young pups. Kibwe lead the group, the dominating female merle dire making it clear that she would follow no one, especially not in this group. Between the apparent laziness of Vanner and Pigwidgeon’s small size, there was very little reason for her to afford any of the other Tokotas respect. The pups may have had potential somewhere within their ranks, but there was no way to tell at their age; with the constant shrill yapping and attempts to wrestle, both Kibwe and Setka were highly doubtful, but said nothing to avoid offending anyone unnecessarily. Something like that could make the rest of the trip far more awkward.Show Time2 weeks ago in Short Stories
The only one who dared to walk close to the wild natured pair was Tofi and Saila. Tofi was just happy to have ano
Finding What's LostCoolEmoticon said the following:Finding What's Lost2 weeks ago in Plot Outlines & Synopses
Napoleon had been roaming the town of Nome for quite a while now in search of something—or someone—to entertain his constant boredom. Now that he thought about it, he's probably been out and about for a couple of hours now. The constant walking making his paws and joints hurt. A low growl erupted from deep within his throat in annoyance. He was just about to give up and just sleep to pass time, when he saw a small, chocolate colored canine in the distance. At first glance he thought it was a lost lass waiting for someone to guide her in a certain direction, which he would be more than happy to aid in. Finally, he was given a chance to actually accomplish something today! He stuck his nose in the air as he made his way towards the other. Once he was within hearing distance from the other, he made his presence known. "Pardon me, are you lost?"
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Alan had wondered for the streets of Nome, he tough he already knew No
Das Monster aus HautDas Monster aus Haut3 days ago in Short Stories
Monster aus Haut
Mit Blut ´rum saut
Durch die Anstalt schleicht
In Schatten so seicht
Fürs Fressen es reicht
Furcht und Schrecken es bringt
Tod durch die Hallen singt
Jeder um sein Leben bangt
Mordende Haut um sich langt
Fürchte dich mehr!
Die Haut braucht mehr!
Dieses Gedicht wurde in dem Zimmer eines Patienten im Napoleon Bonaparte Komplex gefunden. Es wurde mit seinem eigenen Blut an die Wand geschrieben, nachdem er sich selbst die Haut von den Armen entfernt hatte. Grund für eine derartige Verschlechterung seines geistigen Zustandes ist laut psychologischen Gutachten die Reihe der Tierattacken in jüngerer Vergangenheit.
Mehrere Angestellte und Patienten der psychiatrischen Anstalt wurden dabei von einem großen Raubtier unbekannter Herkunft angefallen. Sie wurden in Stücke gerissen und ihre Haut wurde dabei von selbigen verzehrt. Währenddessen ist zu
Pups in the Wild Hal rode with Shinigami at the head of the group with Nina just to their side. Behind them six young Tokotas followed all of them loose and wandering off the path a bit though they still trudged along through the snow behind their handler and guardian nonetheless. Shin looked to be in a foul mood, but was saying nothing; his silence only attributed to the others’ awareness that he was irritated, but left plenty of room for Nina to chat and get to know the young ones she was helping to keep an eye on.Pups in the Wild3 weeks ago in Short Stories
“Keep up everyone!” The female yeti called out as she paused to do a head count. At the sound of her voice all six pups lifted their heads from their investigations of various smells and began sprinting to catch up, tumbling over each other and kicking up snow in every direction as they went. Shadow and Oberon were both a
Roaming Ships Hal awoke first the next morning, already finding it strange that he did not hear Setka and Kibwe up and moving about the camp already. The wild natured pair had always been the first to wake, something he had begun to count on like clockwork; their consistency had really helped him keep their time while on this adventure and without their quiet morning sounds he was nearly certain the group had been left to sleep until midday or some other horrific hour. Rolling out of his sleeping bag, he got to his feet and carefully stepped over Cyrus and his pile of pups to get to the door flap of the tent. Unzipping it as quietly as he could manage, Hal stuck his head out of the opening and glanced around. It was still very early in the morning, the sky a light slate gray as the sun’s first rays reflected off of the clouds in the distance. It was cold with frost growing on the trees and fog floating just over the ground; the manRoaming Ships6 days ago in Short Stories
Thin Ice “Of course it’s a ghost ship!” Cyrus exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air as he looked around at the rest of the group. Only Hal and Madison really seemed to be considering it, though Madison looked a bit scared while the red haired man had simply turned pensive. With all the magic Cyrus had seen in the world he readily believed in the supernatural – and had a very difficult time understanding why someone would not. “What other explanation is there?” He demanded as he settled his hands back down.Thin Ice2 days ago in Short Stories
“It was dark the other night. Maybe we couldn’t see it properly.” Nita suggested, gripping Bromley’s mane anxiously with one hand while the other stroked the pup sitting in her lap, attempting to calm herself with the soothing motion.
Reading Maps A chill had settled over the land almost overnight; the air was colder and each of the travelers’ breath hung in front of their faces mingling with the fog that drifted between the trees as they walked. The five Tokotas bearing riders were well laden with supplies, enough to last their handlers for several weeks if need be. The handlers themselves were bundled up in their warmest clothing to guard against the cold as snow drifted down from the heavy gray clouds, making a blanket over the landscape that crunched under the Tokotas’ paws. Snow had fallen deep enough during the previous night that the wagon they had brought along had had to be converted to a sled. It was now equipped with long ski long runners against the bottom of the wheels, allowing it to glide smoothly and easily over the ice crusted snow. Frost was still clinging to the boughs of the pines, even as the sun reached the highest point of its path thReading Maps2 weeks ago in Short Stories
Sea Shanty Setka was the first to wake, early in the morning. The sun had not yet appeared on the horizon but the stars were slowly beginning to fade into the expanse of the sky where they showed in the gaps between the clouds. She staid still where she lay upon her sleeping bag listening to the quiet breathing of Kibwe beside her. The dire would likely be awake soon as well, but for the time being their camp was still as everyone slept. The loudest noise came from the large tent across the camp where the six puppies had clambered in with their handlers; Setka was not entirely sure, but she assumed the borderline thunderous snoring was coming from either Cyrus or Folklore, with the bright tawny pup being the most likely. As she looked up through the pine canopy above her, her mind was blank and at peace for some time. Kibwe stirred beside her, turning her head to look at her handler without lifting it from her paws.Sea Shanty1 week ago in Short Stories
A Vrekt and Fitzwilliam Mystery: Chapter 26Chapter 26: ConfrontationA Vrekt and Fitzwilliam Mystery: Chapter 263 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters
Daedalus and the others found themselves peering around the corner into the antechamber of the throne room, with at least eight on duty, it could be the most defended chamber they had discovered. At that moment Tackson sidled up beside them.
"I lost them on the seventeenth corridor, no doubt their deep beneath us in the lower levels." Daedalus frowned "Well, you may have lost the guards from the prison, but we still have to get past these ones? I doubt they’ll be as foolish to leave their post as the others?"
Vrekt pulled the lightning gun from his pack, and stepped out from his hiding place, the guards noticing him slowly turned and moved towards him. Calmly he pulled the trigger, and the cracking sound of electricity filled the air, as each guard became a blackened corpse "Impressive, I’d hate to be on the receiving end."
Sir Charles knelt by one of the corpses and tapped it. As he did so it collapsed into a pile of du
A Vrekt and Fitzwilliam Mystery: Chapter 23Chapter 23: Locating the Cavern…A Vrekt and Fitzwilliam Mystery: Chapter 233 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters
Daedalus had been in search of the ‘Black Cave’ for what seemed days now, Nor his or Tackson’s scouting parties discovered its exact location.
"I don’t now sir! We’ve search throughout the highlands, but found nothing! No sign of a ‘black cave’ or forge mark?" Daedalus agreed "It seems we may have been given false information and…" He cut his speech short and began to scrabble amongst the maps on the table.
"Got it?" he exclaimed, as he placed a much older chart than the others on table. "I don’t understand sir? What have you got?" Retorted a now very confused Tackson. "There… We were looking for a place called Black Cave, correct??" "So? We can’t find it anywhere sir?" "That’s because we were trying to find it through it’s English title! Not it’s Gaelic?"
"Wait a minute sir! If I know my Gaelic,
A Vrekt and Fitzwilliam Mystery: Chapter 12Chapter 12: The Asylum...A Vrekt and Fitzwilliam Mystery: Chapter 123 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters
St. Magellan's a foreboding and dark asylum for the criminally insane, the wards and cells were painted in the starkest of white colour with tiles similar in nature, it held the most dangerous and disruptive criminals in the British Empire.
The treatment rooms however were designed to bewilder those who did not have the correct eyewear to prevent confusion , thus rendering the patient subdued and unable to concentrate their efforts on struggling. These were the rooms that placed the greatest of terror into the inmates, and any one who entered them for treatment, were lucky to return in one full piece, both mentally and physically.
The Chief of Staff's office however was a much more comfortable affair, the door was as heavily defended as the doors protecting the wards, however it had extra security in the form of a portcullis. Hidden in one of the walls a sally-port had been constructed to aid the escape of staff.
It appeared to be a room that had been e