To Girls Who Love to blame Boys for Your Problems,Dear Girls,To Girls Who Love to blame Boys for Your Problems,2 years ago in Letters More Like This
Please stop playing the victim.
Boys are not always the cause of your problems, chances are, you are. You just refuse to acknowledge it.
The more you blame them, the more bitter and spiteful you will become. Stop destroying yourself from the inside because you cannot take responsibility for the mess you've created.
Stop playing the victim. Get up and do something about it. Crying won't help, nor will hating the opposite sex.
If you're tired of being called a slut because you love breaking hearts, than stop sleeping around. If you're tired of being called a bitch, than stop treating boys like shit. If you're tired of being treated as an object, gain some self-esteem. If you're tired of starving yourself because of a break up, that's your problem. We told you to eat, but you won't listen. You only blame it one him, but who destroyed the relationship in the first place?
Whither away like the twig you are if it makes you feel better.
Problems are problems, they all have solutio
PrussiaxReader for vampsandghostsA flurry of chaos broke through the still morning air – voices shouting, guns firing, people screaming. You gritted your teeth and ran faster, pushing your body past the limits of its burning legs and heaving lungs. Gilbert ran at full tilt right behind you as the two of your ducked and weaved through maze-like corridors and a hail of biting bullets.PrussiaxReader for vampsandghosts4 years ago in Drama More Like This
The year was 1946 – the year after the Second World War had ended, and the year of the Nuremburg Trials.
You skidded around a corner and saw the exit to the military complex in leaping distance, but ducked out of sight as more uniformed guards burst through the door with rifles ready in their hands. You grimaced and cursed under your breath. Turning to Gilbert, who crouched, panting, beside you, you held a finger to your lips to indicate utter silence. If those guards caught you… you'd both be shot on sight.
At the end of the Trials, Germany had lost most of his territory to the Allied nations – France, England, Am
Fallen.It had been a two years since Gilbert had died. Prussiathe once noble and strong, no longer existed and neither did Gilbert. You were beside him when he died. You were covered in blood, and so was he. Only difference, you weren't staring death in the face like he was. The bullet went straight through him... And you could do nothing to stop it from happeningFallen.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When he was lying in your arms, his red-violet eyes silently leaking tears, and his near white hair drenched in dirt and dried up blood, he weakly caressed your face. "You-," He struggled out, "Will keep Prussia alive When people forget who the strongest was . You tell them."
You felt tears fall from your eyes only to have them land onto his face, washing away a streak of blood. "Gilbert " you whispered. "D-don't leave me "
"Long-"he whispered, "live Prussians." He smiled weakly at you.
You were the first woman he ever truly loved. He took you on real dates. He hung out with younot b
88. AwesomenessDrifting down a river of beer, afloat a raft made of wurst... the sun glowing a healthy yellow above him, his skin prickling from the heat... reeds made of candy canes gracefully danced in the breeze... as a porpoise made of chocolate splashed at his feet... wait. A porpoise made of chocolate? There are no porpoises in--88. Awesomeness4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"PRUSSIA!" Gilbert startled from his glorious dream, shooting up into a sitting position. He glanced around - where was he? And, more importantly, who had addressed him by that name?
"Uh... yes...?" He called back, taking in his surroundings. All around him were elegant paintings and intricate objects. He noted the couch he had been napping on looked as if it were worth more than a thousand kegs of beer. The fabric was a deep shade of blue, not unlike his stylish uniform.
'Wow... this house is awesome...' He mentally gasped, still gazing in awe at all the interesting things in the room. It felt so familiar, yet he couldn't put his finger on the owner. He
If Hetalia Met Alice in Wonderland......THIS WOULD BE THE CHARACTER LINE-UP!!If Hetalia Met Alice in Wonderland...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alice: North Italy (him in a dress just looks...right XD)
White Rabbit: Germany (freaking out about being late is so totally him...Christ, I'm turning into Poland here...O.O)
Alice's Unnamed Sister: South Italy
Drink labelled "Drink Me": France (you can imagine him drawling sexual innuendo at Alice while she tries to find a way through the tiny door XD)
March Hare (because the hare originates from England): England
Mad Hatter: America
Field Mouse In Teapot (who no one pays the slightest bit attention to): Canada
Cheshire Cat (the grinning enigma bastard): Prussia
Caterpillar (druggie): The Netherlands
Three Playing Cards ("We're painting the roses red! We're painting the roses red!"): The Baltic Trio
Queen of Hearts (psycho bitch): Belarus
King of Hearts (timid and terrified of his wife): Russia
Court Jury: ...Everybody else XP
British Seduction Chapter 6British Seduction Chapter 64 years ago in Humor More Like This
Alfred blamed his blushing on how warm the water was.
Not on the fact Arthur had kissed him before leaving.
Like...like that was just a normal thing to do or something!
"I guess he's really not mad at me anymore after all," He muttered to himself, grinning as he stripped off his clothes and clambered into the shower, enjoying the feeling of the hot water on his body. It was like he was physically washing away the last vestiges of jet lag, making him feel his normal confident, rambunctious self.
It was only after he'd finished washing (and noting the fact that the shampoo smelled like Arthur; a stupid thing to delight in, since obviously Arthur would use his own shampoo to wash himself, really) and gotten through towelling off that he noticed that he hadn't actually brought a change of clothes into the room with him. He frowned at yesterday's jeans, the idea of pulling his old clothes onto his clean body unappealing.
Counting Down The Days - Day 7 :Prussia:A Reader-InsertCounting Down The Days - Day 7 :Prussia:4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"[Name], are you ready to go out the Aweso-...what're you wearing?"
"Clothes." You replies nonchalantly, as you opened the door.
"I thought we were going to clubs, [Name]"
" So why're you dressed in a Santa costume?"
"What Santa costume?"
"The one that you're wearing."
"I'm not wearing any Santa costume."
"So, what are you wearing?"
You paused, as you turned towards him. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and it looked like he was somehow trying to assess your motives, in some way.
"...clothes." You replied, after a brief pause.
"No, that's a Santa suit."
"So, they're not clothes?"
"No, I mean, they are, bu-"
"So, you were saying that I wasn't actually dressed?"
Gilbert shook his head. "N-No...[Name], I think you're getting this all wrong. You are dressed, but, I don't quite think that a Santa suit's the best way to go."
"But I'm not wearing a Santa suit!" You exclaimed, rolling your eyes.
Gilbert blinked once, then twice. Were you seriously de
PrussiaxReader - Dirty Dishes Part3You swore it, one day you'd have him trained.PrussiaxReader - Dirty Dishes Part34 years ago in Romance More Like This
"GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT, YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE THIS TIME!"
You bolted down the dimly-lit hallway in pursuit of your runaway roommate/boyfriend, holding at least three dirty bathroom towels in your clenched fist.
"I already told you, _______! I'M TOO AWESOME FOR THOSE DAMN CHORES YOU WANT ME TO DO ALL THE TIME!"
Gilbert could only laugh almost hysterically as you skidded after him as he turned a sharp corner. You swore under your breath as you glared after the childish German.
Doubling your speed he was uncharacteristically fast when he wanted to get out of something you shot down the dormitory corridor, ignoring the surprised looks of the various other students as you and Gilbert raced past them at warp speed.
"I refuse to clean up after you all the time!" you hollered at the albino, shaking the towels in your hand menacingly. "I'm not your bloody keeper or something!"
"But it's so much easier for you to do it!" Gilbe
I Didn't Know That Boy's BledIt's incredibly natural (and painful),I Didn't Know That Boy's Bled9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
for a girl past thirteen to have her cycle.
It separates us from the boys, and it makes us all girls,
makes us females, different from the males of the world.
Boys don’t bleed, be they gay, straight, or bi,
or whatever. That’s a girl’s given right.
So why on earth is their blood in his seat?
Dried remnants of crimson in his sheets?
I’m just a maid working for some snack money,
so I don’t know much of what doesn't concern me.
Though I follow with my eyes, his mother who stalks,
to his room at night without sparing an evening talk.
With blankets she leaves as quietly as she came,
though I swear I see a hint of auburn on her hands.
Sometimes I swear she brings her rambunctious friends.
Untrustworthy men, and even vile women.
I’m just a maid, so I’ll just keep my peace.
I’m just a maid, I’ll clean his blood from the sheets.
I think he’s become a corpse as of recent,
when he leave