Prucan: Narnia's Not in This ClosetPrucan- Narnia's Not in This ClosetPrucan: Narnia's Not in This Closet3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Pick one, bro!" Alfred dropped the bag on top of my book. Glancing in, I saw that it was filled with a bunch of folded up papers. Great, another one of Alfred's games. At his last party, I just narrowly avoided playing spin the bottle. Alfred seemed to enjoy himself, his lips connected with Arthur's through the rest of the night.
"Alfred, I don't want to play anything," I said, though judging by my brother's face he couldn't hear me over the loud music and drunken laughs. I guess he decided I had agreed and shoved my hand into the bag. Sighing I grabbed a paper which he promptly took from me. He snickered and grabbed the front of my shirt, dragging me through the party. I bumped into people, though they either blamed Alfred or just couldn't find the culprit. Finally he threw me into a closest.
"Wait there, I'll be back with your partner!"
Of all the games to make me play, he chose seven minutes in heaven.
There was only one girl
100 themes challenge - Names (PruCan)Eh, what was the use of me being in the world anyway?100 themes challenge - Names (PruCan)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sure, everyone has a reason to live, right? They shouldn't go because they know that their family knows and remembers them.
Too bad for me no one knew who I was.
Just simple old Canada or Matthew, as I got people to call me when I wasn't at the world meetings, but they usually forgot.
I went to say hello to France, my papa as I called him, before and all he did was look at me blankly, and ask the all too familiar question.
"Eh, who are you again sorry?"
Even Japan didn't know me, and he had a memory as I heard.
No one really cared about me not even my own brother America remembered me!
If I was killed, or if I committed suicide, no one would care.
They'd find my body probably, but no one would remember who I was.
No one ever did
And, that's why I was here, standing on the roof of an abandoned building, my body shaking violently as the snow bet against my skin.
"Oh maple should I do this?" I groan
Demon Boy -PruCan-"Non! I'm not doing it! You can't make me!" I huffed irritably, staring into the determined eyes of my brother who was holding two costumes.Demon Boy -PruCan-2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One of Batman and one of Robin
"Come on bro, do me a favour!" Alfred whinned, nudging the ridiculously tight looking costume at me, a pleading look in his blue eyes
"No! I'll be here for the party, that's enough!" I huffed, now slightly irritated. I ran my hand through my blonde hair, watching as my brother grumbled and turned away. He would be after me again, trying to get me in that skin tight costume.
"That's just ridiculous, if it wasn't that skin tight I might have done it" I sighed, looking down. I didn't want to go in something with short sleeves like that; it was just too risky.
I didn't want anyone seeing the criss-cross lines against my pale skin, the cherry red glow of the healing cuts, and the pink fleshy colour of the healed scars, each one representing a memory being brought up, each thought of him again
PruCan - It's Valentines DayKicking off his boots, Gilbert felt a flood of warmth shudder through him, as he entered the cozy household from the knee deep snow inside, tracking some onto the red carpet. In all honestly, the Albino had been freezing out there, but he was much to awesome for a coat. Sticking to a think black jacket, that seemed to make his muscular chest puff out, he had decided to go out to a friend on this holiday - Valentines day.PruCan - It's Valentines Day3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, Gilbert himself was too manly and awesome to receive anything while they day was still young. That's why nothing had came in the mail or hand delivered yet, right? The light hair male was convinced - But that didn't matter at the moment. While he was awaiting his goods in the mail, the albino called out, "Mattie, I'm here!"
Looking up from his mug of hot chocolate, and the hockey game on TV, Matthew let out a nervous chuckle. "Oh, Gilbert." That was most likely the best greeting the Albino would have gotten, so he took it. "Guten tag, Mattie! Happy valentines day a
PruCan one shotBlind dates didn't have to be all badPruCan one shot5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The hour was late, the streets lit only by the orange glow of the streetlamps. It was damp, but not enough to be chilly, just the perfect night for a fall romance.
It's been said that most women can tell how the relationship will work out just by the first kiss. Would it work the same for men? Gilbert had to know; in fact he was bound and determined to make this the best damn kiss of Matthew's life. He'd blow the Canadian's socks off with this kiss.
However, Matthew had different plans. He wasn't going to give up his shy nature just because he had had a good evening. Francis had only introduced Gilbert earlier that week, and the air between them was still awkward.
"U-um " Matt started to say; his hands bundled tightly inside his red sweatshirt pocket. "To-tonight was was really fun "And before he could stop it, a blush found its way to his cheeks. His gaze turned to the wet cement porch under his tennis shoes. "Thanks for
PruCan- LonelyPruCan- LonelyPruCan- Lonely3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Man, I'm so awesome!' thought Gilbert Beilschimdt, the personification of Prussia (East Germany), as he walked (strutted) down the large, grand hall of the U.N. Meeting hall in Paris, France. It was France's turn to host the meeting much to his delight, as they were good friends. England on the other hand....not so much. As Prussia got closer to the big, wooden, double doors of the meeting room, his ears picked up the distinct sound of sobbing. He spun around; blood red eyes scanning the area around him, until he found what looked to be a blonde haired boy, with a peculiar curl sticking out, wearing glasses and a red hoodie, and holding what looked to be a polar bear. Gilbert walked over to the boy and crouched down beside him, "Mattie?"
The two had known each other for quite awhile through the introduction of France, and over time, Prussia had developed very strong feelings for the country of Canada. Said Canadian looked up, startled that someone had seen him. "O-oh it
The Reason, is You - PruCanThe ReasonThe Reason, is You - PruCan4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Walking into his house, Gilbert opened the door only to be greeted with packed luggage littering the foyer. "Matt? are you home?" he suddenly heard thumping as Matthew walked down stairs carrying more baggage.
"I'm leaving, Gil."
Feeling his heart break a little, Gilbert felt the air tense up.
"I can't take this anymore. Your constant drinking, going out late every night, worrying me to death. I need out."
Finally breaking down, Gilbert fell to his knees. "But I can change! Please don't leave me!"
And, looking away to the side, Matthew said nothing but gathered his belongings and stepped outside the door, "I'm sorry good-bye, Gilbert."
The door shut quietly behind him, and Gilbert found himself in the corner of the room, curled up, and crying hard into his knees.
A good several hours passed by,
Hours turned to days,
Days turned into months,
3 months to be exact.
And during these months, Gilbert had not accepted the fact that Matthew had left. He d
... And One Did (PruCan)Prussia smiled and kissed the blonde again, this time more passionately, threading his hands through the other nation's silky golden hair as Canada pulled him down to straddle his lap.... And One Did (PruCan)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
While running his hands trough Canada's hair, he must have accidentally pulled on his curl, and... Everyone knows what happened next...
When Prussia brushed his fingers against Canada's curl, Canada froze, causing Gil to pull away.
"Vat's wrong, Birdie?" he asked.
"N-nothing... It's just... My curl..." the smaller blonde blushed deeply.
"Vat about your curl?" he asked, running his finger along it again. Canada let out a strangled moan, and Prussia (who was still sitting on Canada's lap), felt the effect his playing with the curl had on Canada. "Kesesesese... So zat's vat it does... In zat case!" He gave the curl a sharp tug.
Canada uttered a slightly animalistic cry and bucked his hips under Prussia, p
His Angel ch2 Matthew let out a gasp, running over to the tree, his heart pounding in his ears. He couldn't believe it, his angel was here! He grabbed a low branch, hoisting himself up until he was level with the angel. Looking closer, he saw that his eyes were shut and his lips were trembling, and there was a thick layer of ice coating his wings. Even Matthew, who was used to the freezing winters of Canada, was chilled to the bone; he couldn't imagine how cold his angle- whom was wearing very little clothing would be!His Angel ch23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"E-Excuse me.." He began hesitantly, biting his lips and momentarily contemplating how stupid he was being. This was anangel, for maple's sake! He should probably be kneeling and singing the Halleluiah Chorus right about now. He didn't want to show disrespect, but he doubted letting the angel dangle there freezing while he sang ra
KorCan- Making BreakfastKorCan- Making BreakfastKorCan- Making Breakfast3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Canada woke up one bright, sunny, Saturday morning to the sound of light snores coming from the other side of his bed. Im Yong Soo, the personification of Korea, was still sound asleep. Matthew looked adoringly at his cute Korean lover, brushing a few strands of black hair from his closed eyes. Today was their one month anniversary, so to celebrate; Matt decided he would make pancakes, his favorite food, for the two of them. As quietly as he could, as not to disturb his partner, he made his way out of the bedroom, closing the door silently, to the kitchen.
Smiling at the thought of Korea's happy expression when he would see the pancakes, he started working on the batter. Yong Soo had been introduced to pancakes when had just met Canada. He had been addicted to the fluffy, soft breakfast treat ever since. Matthew then got to work on heating up the pan and pouring the batter in. Little did he know, Korea was hiding in the foyer, looking at him from the door.
PruCan // H O W L"Matthew."PruCan // H O W L3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His voice cracked on that one name, eyes burning bright while his heart beat an unstable rhythm against his ribcage. "Matthew !"
He keened those syllables over and over again until his voice ran raw with pain and overuse.
How could one name mean so much?
Moonlight cascaded across the wooden floor, lonely and cold and beautiful as he paced back and forth like a starved wolf. How much longer? How much longer until he'd return?
He worked himself into a lather at all the possibilities that could've befallen his love, and in hopes to retain his sanity, he tried to come up with reasonable solutions. It had been over a month since he had seen him last, but he kept in touch with many phone calls and texts. He said he would be home tonight, but evening had long passed and now the dark leaned towards the first hour of the day. He had said he would come back. He said he would come back.
In his haste, the empty beer he had been holding earlier fell from his grasp and broke o
100 themes challenge - School (PruCan)School100 themes challenge - School (PruCan)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The most suckiest, annoying, depressing and sickening place on earth.
Other boys boasting about how big their dicks are, girls bitching about other girls, seniors tormenting the juniors
Times like these I thank whatever god that people can't see me.
That's right; Matthew Williams, the invisible senior.
"Oi, Alfred! You dipshit, you owe my five bucks from yesterday!" Some random had grabbed my shoulder and spun me around, angry brown eyes staring straight into my blue and purple ones.
"I'm Matthew, Patrick; ya know, Alfred's brother?" I had told this idiot for the fifth time today. Sure, I looked like Alfred, but come on, there were come major differences!
For starters, I had longer hair, with a long curl sticking out from the front of my head; second, I was shorter than Alfred, and third, he was loud, I was quiet!
"Don't BS me, Jones; you can't blame this on your 'brother'" Patrick snarled, and suddenly his fist had connected with my stomach, knocking the air out of my lun
PruCan: Kiss Me"Kiss me " He whispered, so quietly, Gilbert was sure he had imagined it. But he had seen those soft lips form the words, so he couldn't have imagined it.PruCan: Kiss Me5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He looked quizzical for a long moment, then breathed, " what?"
"Please, just do it ." His voice was soft and whispery like it usually was, but there was something else to it, now. Something a bit pleading. "I want you to "
"But " Gilbert frowned, his eyebrows upturning in confusion. " why?"
"Gil " Matthew sighed, looking away, his hair wavy dirty-blond hair falling over his glasses and shielding his eyes. "F-Forget it I'm sorry "
Gilbert frowned deeper, seeing his melancholy expression, not to mention his tone of voice, even sadder than it usually was. Gently, as gently as he could, he brushed his fingers against Matt's cheek, feeling his breath catch as he did so.
" G-Gil " Matthew muttered before the gap between them was closed. He shifted lightly in his seat so he could lean
PruCan Chance Enounter ch. 1It was a normal Friday night for Gilbert Beilschmidt. Meaning, he was on his way to the local bar to get as drunk as he could. Usually he dragged his little brother Ludwig with him, who also had a big fondness for beer, but today to Gil's disappointment Ludwig said he didn't want to go. "I er... have some things to take care of," was his unconvincing reply when asked. A chuckle slipped from Gilbert's lips as he walked down the street, hands shoved in his pockets to shield them from the cold. He had a pretty good guess what things his little brother was doing. He was probably going over to his new boyfriend's house. Gilbert shook his head. Ludwig's boyfriend was loud and constantly overly-cheerful, a stark contrast to Ludwig's usual sternness and serious attitude. He had to admit though, the boy was pretty cute. If he could get over his annoying pasta obsession, and if Ludwig wouldn't have killed him for trying, he himself might've given the brunette a go.PruCan Chance Enounter ch. 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But here he was, walkin
Vampire!NordicsxReader - IntroA/N - Read The description please, it is important.Vampire!NordicsxReader - Intro5 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Also, vote for which ending you want second (First is Finland) in a comment!
You tapped on the steering wheel of your car as you waited for your friends; Berwald, Tino, Lukas, Emil and Matthias. Last week, you had agreed to pick them up and take them to Gilbert's party.
Knowing that it was one of Gilbert's parties and therefore 'Seven Minutes in Heaven' was probably something you would be forced to take part in when everyone was drunk, you were a bit apprehensive about going. At first, you had flat out refused to go, but Matthias had managed to talk you into it.
However, that had also meant that you ended up being the designated driver for him and his brothers. And so you were waiting for them, looking up at the house from your spot in your too-warm car.
As you looked for signs of life, you noticed that all of the windows were shut and all the curtains drawn, which was odd considering how stuffy that house could get in warm weat
Slaughter in the Park - 2p!AmericaxReaderIt was a swell little day at your local public park, and you had claimed the bench for your own greedy needs of laziness. You lounged on the bench, picking at the little splinters of wood as your back heated up from the sun (even though there was a gigantic freaking tree behind the bench, no shade hit you).Slaughter in the Park - 2p!AmericaxReader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Being absorbed in your mediocre action you never even noticed the screams of a woman being murdered no less than 5 meters away from you, and only looked up as the middle of your back suddenly cooled.
Covered in blood not of his own stood a guy with a (now ruined) white T-shirt, a black leather jacket, worn-out jeans, black sunglasses and hair the colour of the blood of angry men.
You sat up and he grinned, a front tooth missing and proceeded to put most of his weight on the blood-and-guts covered, nail embedded baseball bat he carried with him.
“Well, I guess you better start running 'cause I leave no witnesses.” Was his cocky first words to you. You shrugged.
Broken Down"Scheisse", a certain German cursed when his 'check engine' light started blinking at him. Glancing around, he found that it was just his luck that he happened to be in the middle of nowhere. Sighing, Ludwig flicked on his blinker, pulling over onto the arm of the road. It also just happened to be his luck that today had to be possibly the hottest day in the history of his country.Broken Down5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Stepping out of the vehicle, he heard a muffled groan from the back seat but ignored it. The car was more to his concern than his brother's waking. He remembered when the albino had crawled into the backseat and had refused to drive, saying that he was 'Too awesome for driving' or something along those lines, and that Ludwig, as the younger brother, would have to chauffeur him. Ludwig probably wouldn't have trusted Gilbert to drive anyway if he had wanted to.
Running a hand over his barely slicked back hair, Ludwig reached under the hood and released it, grabbing the hood prop and using it for what it
Mein Liebling in Ketten ch3"Hey Bruder, sorry I'm late." Gilbert said, slipping into the dimly-lit room. The walls were painted an unattractive slate-gray color, the single yellow light swinging from the ceiling flickering on and off. There was a large, rickety table in the center of the room, with dozens of unoccupied chairs surrounding it. A muscular, broad-shoulder young man with blonde hair and impossibly blue eyes stood rigidly next to it.Mein Liebling in Ketten ch32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Bruder." Ludwig Beilschmidt, personification of Germany, greeted him with a curt nod. "Why'd you call me here?"
Gilbert grinned, sinking into a chair and kicking his boots up on the table. "I took a prisoner today," he began, lips quirked into their usual sly smirk.
"Anyone of interest?" Ludwig asked, sitting straight-backed in the chair beside him.
"Mhm," The albino mused, nodding his head, obviously proud of himself. He withdrew a cigarette from his pocket, placing it between his pale lips and igniting it with a quick flick of a lighter that seemed to have materialized
His Angel ch1 "I can't.. I can't take it anymore." The young boy's shoulders shook with the force of his sobs, his words coming out broken through clenched teeth. He dropped the knife, droplets of crimson scattering across the floor. Rivulets of red rolled down his wrists and fingertips, shaken onto the carpeting by the force of his trembling hands.His Angel ch13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Matthew William's had never liked his life. He had a twin brother, nice parents, a beautiful mansion-like home, a trust fund that most people would kill for but he wasn't happy. For example, since the day of his birth, his brother Alfred had been everyone's favorite. He was attractive and talented, tall and muscular and fun to be around. All of the girls in school had a crush on him, all the boys in school wanted to be his best friend. He was the captain of the basketball team, and the quarter back on th
Student!2p!America X Teacher!Reader Ch.9Student!2p!America X Teacher!Reader Ch.99 months ago in Romance More Like This
Student!2p!America X Teacher!Reader Ch.9
You were worried about Arthur going to the school and telling them about you and Al. Your feelings towards Al would get you fired at school, and Arthur was just going to do just that. The other nerve-wracking thing in your life, was that Al had left, and you didn’t know what he was going to do.
Knowing him, he might do something that could get him arrested. Hopefully you will get to keep your job, you thought. Your heart thumping so much that you felt like crying. It’s been one hour since Arthur’s visit. You just were so nervous and scared about what your future was going to be.
I was driving my car to the school, spying on a certain British man. That b*st*rd was not going to ruin (F/n) ‘s life! That son of b*tch! Who does he think he is anyways?
I saw Arthur park his car in front of the school. I waited until he was out of his car and in the school to park. I looked at the backsea
Not How It Should've Been Pt.3"Kesesese! I'm going to make the best meal West ever had!" Prussia exclaimed, feverishly pouring random ingredients into a bowl as Gilbird fluttered and flew around him.Not How It Should've Been Pt.34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Austria popped into the kitchen with a distressed look after hearing the clanking of Prussia's reckless cooking.
"I thought I told you to leave all the cooking to either me or Germany," the brown-haired man scolded as if to a little child.
Prussia paused to glare at the other man. "Well, West is sick, and you cook worse than England," he sneered, then laughed boastingly at his own joke.
Austria shook his head, choosing not to respond verbally to the insult (which is an action he learned over time when dealing with Prussia). Rather, he chose to change the matter.
"What are you making, anyway?"
Prussia smirked, and then looked down into his bowl. It was a disgusting brown chunky mixture of who-knows-what. "Uhh " He sniffed it, and it smelled much worse than something of England's cooking. He took a step back and cri