The Missing pages to the Awesome Prussia's DiaryMay 8th 1945The Missing pages to the Awesome Prussia's Diary1 year ago in Romance More Like This
I knew something was wrong because my kingdom was acting strange that day, giving me weird side-glances and rarely speaking to me. But then the king Old Fritz came up to me and told me what the others were to scared to. “Gilbert, the war is at an end, West lost, and your no longer a country,” those words still echo in my mind. How can I? The awesome Prussia no longer be accepted as a country? Its absolutely unfathomable!? But the worst was yet to come. “Ivan has bought your land and wants you to rule by his side” Fritz had said. Ivan, out of all the people IVAN!?! What does that vodka loser want with me? I practically terrorized him when we were young, also he has (and still does) scare the crap out of me. When ivan wants something, he gets it, like those poor Baltic nations. I mean one of them is really young. Today was a total loser kind of day. Mein bruder has lost the war. Im no longer a country, and iva
[Spain x Reader] Dead WrongDead Wrong[Spain x Reader] Dead Wrong1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Spain x Reader
Part of the 100 Theme Challenge
Your eyes narrowed slightly as you scrutinized the handsome Spaniard from your seat, three desks away, in Chemistry.
He was cute.
He was lovable, adorable, kind.
You were quiet, a little rough around the edges, and you cringed as you thought about the last time you looked in a mirror.
You sighed a bit wearily.
He would never go for you.
To make matters worse, Homecoming was coming up soon, and not only did you expect to be passed up by Toni again, but you couldn't really foresee a date in the near future.
"Or at all, actually."
You grumbled slightly as the bell rang.
He was hyper aware of her, even though she was three seats away. This really was AP Chemistry.
She was mysterious.
Interesting, like an unsolved puzzle, or a 'Who Dunnit' crime case.
She was tough, a real fighter.
She held such grace with whatever she did, her fierce [eye color] eyes, and soft [hair color] locks. She was ou
Austria x reader-comfortAustria x reader-comfort1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
You rush back into the house you share with the others, intending to go to your room-but in order to get there, you have to pass by his office, and that’s where he stops you.
Suddenly your problem just seems silly.
“Hey, ___ why were you out so late? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asks/demands in that weird way that makes it seem like he thinks he’s your mother, or your wife. He’s one of those kinds that are constantly digging at you for information, their concern coming out more in the form of a scolding. It sounds like he’s scolding you every time he asks a simple question. Just the way he executes it, you suppose. You doubt he means to sounds so harsh all the time. He just...does. It was probably one of the reasons Italy didn’t like him much.
You lived in this house with him and Hungary and little Italy, as a maid. Like them, you were a smaller country he’d taken over; however, you didn’t mind that much. This way you
Aph (BTT) Bad Touch Trio Babysitters! [Comedy]Summary: The countries all meet up for a meeting,and all of a sudden, France accidentally uses England’s hidden wand and turns most of the countries into their chibi selves! How will the BTT handle being nannies for a day?Aph (BTT) Bad Touch Trio Babysitters! [Comedy]1 month ago in Humor More Like This
England ran around in the world meeting yelling at France, “Bloody wanker! My wand is not a toy! Return it to me this instant!”
France pranced around imitating England, “Look at me! I can summon my unicorn! And the fairies! And the elves! And mint bunny! I’m so magical, I’m so cool!”
Prussia reached over and stole the wand from France, “Let me see zhat!”
He took the wand and ran around with Spain and the wand, pretending to tag him with it. The Bad Touch Trio all ran into the World Meeting room in a laughing line, getting chased by a very angry England.
Germany roared, “WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WORLD MEETING, SIT DOWN!”
Prussia twirled like a ballerina
Hetalia Hospital Christmas Magic 3:Francis looked at Arthur in both in shock and empathy. "If Arthur cant go then neither will I" he said and looked over at Arthur. The Brit looked at him and smiled. "I appreciate the effort frog but I want you to enjoy your life, don't be shut in here with me, flying mint bunny, and Uni" he protested. Gilbert looked at Matthew and Matthew looked at Gilbert. They had the same expression that said, what in the world did the hospital put in his fruit loops? They both shrugged it off and continue to eavesdrop. Francis looked at him solemnly and patted his arm " I will be your visitor today" he smiled and Arthur looked up to him kindly "thank you Francis, hey you know Tino is over? I wonder what he brought me? He usually brings me something. Mostly books as you can see by my extensive library" he said and gestured at the bookshelf. Francis motioned Gilbert and Matthew to come in "if you want to know what's going on join in the conversation." Francis scolded. Gilbert and Matthew let them in.Hetalia Hospital Christmas Magic 3:1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hetalia Hospital Christmas Magic 1"Mr. Jones," the nurse said. Alfred looked up from his hospital bed and saw the blond nurse come in with his food. "What is it?" he asked. "Well today you are assigned an appointment with Mr. Braginski, since your eating habits are improving" she said. Alfred looked down to his food and ate. If he didn't eat it and keep it down, she would still be here until he did. "If my eating habits are in order, then why do I need any more help?" he asked hoping that she didn't know, and write him of as cured. She looked to him and sighed, " we know about Emily, Mr. Williams told us the first week. She always used verbal abuse to you and you took it. That isn't healthy for your mind or in your case your stomach." She said. Alfred was infuriated, "what! He wasn't supposed to tell anybody, for no reason. None what so ever!" He yelled and flung his food away from him "and this so called eggs and bacon taste like you made it in a Johnny on the spot!" the nurse had to hold him down "Mr. Jones calm yourHetalia Hospital Christmas Magic 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prussia X Child!Reader: Torture encampmentPrussia X Reader: Torture encampmentPrussia X Child!Reader: Torture encampment1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hey, this is Gilbert Weillschmidt, also known as Prussia, the awesome one! But right now, I don’t feel or look awesome right now. I don’t know why I’m in a place like this, but I quickly became attached to a little kid and all I want is to keep her safe.
I was July 24th and it’s pretty hot where I’m at. All I can recall was that I was just at my home and some group of people came barging in and took me to some weird camp place. I can’t really explain what this place is, but it’s giving off a death camp vibe or something. Anyway, it was a really hot day and I was walking through the camp site. I was wearing black and white stripped clothing and they were pretty worn out. I looked around the area for my brother, Ludwig; I heard he was a guard in this place. I then looked to me right and I saw my brother standing by a door.
“Ludwig!!” I said, walking up to him.
He turned his head to me and muttered,
Hetalia Hospital Christmas Magic prolougeAlfred always had a weight problem, he was either too fat or too thin, it seemed nobody was pleased with his figure. Especially the one that he loved the most. He always saw Alfred as a fat piece of human waist. Since he was blinded by love he always went on crazy binges, there were times when he tried going anorexic or bulimic. Then started eating non stop because he was basically starving himself. It was his sweet brother Matthew who finally took care of things and had him get some professional help. Matthew made a habbit to visit his brother everyday in the hospital.Hetalia Hospital Christmas Magic prolouge1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ludwig had an addiction to physical matience. It would be the only thing that he did. He never ate never slept for almost a year. his brother Gilbert was concerned for him. What makes him want to work out? What is he hiding? What is he ashamed of? One day after a 10 mile run, Ludwig keeled over in a heart attack and Gilbert called 911 getting him checked into the hospital as quickly as they can. Luckily they found a new
Awesomer Than CleverbotUser: I'm awesome!Awesomer Than Cleverbot4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Cleverbot: You are awesome?
User: Yes, I Gilbert, otherwise known as Prussia, am the awesomest!
Cleverbot: I noticed that as well, are we done?
User: Who would want to be done with the awesome me?
Cleverbot: I would rather be friends with a failure than a winner.
User: Suit yourself.
Cleverbot: You're right, I do look better in a suit.
User: The awesome me never said that!
Cleverbot: Awesome? What do you mean by awesome?
User: Shut up!
Cleverbot: No, I won't.
User: The awesome me demands it of you!
Cleverbot: Did you know that Stairwat to Heaven has sublinimal messages in it?
Cleverbot: Is that the only song by them that you know?
Cleverbot: What is your favorite movie?
User: No movie is awesome enough for me!
Cleverbot: That's lovely.
User: Don't you mean awesome?
Cleverbot: You wouldn't dare.
Cleverbot: I am female. Is this a problem?
User: Wait... Is this Hungary?
Cleverbot: Yes, but seriously o.o.
User: What the heck are you
Hetalia Hospital Christmas Magic 2:Antonio looked over at Lovino and smiled when he saw his laughing. "Hey what's so funny there?" he asked Lovino and he just laughed. " Because all the tomato extras are on your face from your new turtle." He snickered and fell onto his bed laughing. Antonio looked over his arms. Ever since Gilbert suggested volunteering for the hospital he had instantly fell in love with Lovino. Even though he was a good 4 years younger. It was such a pity that he didn't feel the same about Antonio, or at least didn't act like it. Lovino looked over at him "hey what are you looking at you tomato bastard" he said gaining back his scowl. Antonio hadn't realized he was zoning out onto Lovino arm, so he got composure and smiled. "Your cuts seem to be getting better, I'm real glad." He said and went to touch his hair. Lovino looked at him and before he could find his weakness that would spill everything to him, he smacked his hand away. "Touch…" he said and fixed his curl away from him, but squirmedHetalia Hospital Christmas Magic 2:1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Have You Seen This Girl? PrussiaxReaderHave You Seen This Girl? PrussiaxReader6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Prussia x Reader
Have you seen this girl?
After Gilbert adopted the girl at the orphanage he felt whole once more. Nothing made him feel more complete than she. But alas she was mortal and he was not, and all the warning he was given by his friends came back to haunt him. She passed away and he was back to being an empty shell once again.
More time began to pass and he went back to his habits he had before his little girl came into his life, which of course was drinking and spending his money on careless sex with prostitutes. Although his friends were a little put off they decided he was going back to his old self that sat in his brother’s basement and used a laptop all day.
Around the same time a young lady just ran away from her home for more of a freedom from the life she didn’t want. She no longer wished to be treated harshly like she was back in the place she once called home. She didn’t know however the streets weren’t that great of an
Save Me From Myself (BTTxDepressed!Reader) Part 1It's not so easy loving me,Save Me From Myself (BTTxDepressed!Reader) Part 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
It gets so complicated.
All the things you've gotta be,
But you're the truth.
I'm amazed by all your patience,
Everything I put you through.
When I'm about to fall,
Somehow you're always waiting.
With your open arms to catch me.
You're gonna save me from myself,
From myself, yes.
You're gonna save me from myself.
“I have all my fingers, the knife goes chop chop chop, and if I miss the spaces-” . The tumbling current of notes that had flowed through (Name)’s lips, suddenly stopped, ending in a pain filled shriek. She had missed again. (Name) stared at the thin beads of ruby life that trickled down her fingers and onto the soft wasteland of her palm.
She lifted her hand to her dried lips, and sucked. Her blood tasted of salt and despair. For awhile she just lay sprawled out on her kitchen floor, letting blood drop onto the floor, staining it crimson. She considered just letting herself bleed out. What would it fee
Norway x Reader_____ was a quiet girl, until you knew her, of course. One day she was handing out in a park when she spotted a loud and obnoxious seeming guy with spiky hair. She watched him curiously; he seemed to be a happy kid. She looked down and swung her feet so she began to swing a little on the swing. ‘Why can’t I be that outgoing and happy?’ She silently asked herself. When she looked up she saw the boy she was just looking at. He had a big grin on his face. She blushed lightly and looked down. Soon after his head popped in her line of view. “Hey!” he said cheerfully and then stood up strait as ____ lifted her head quickly and blushed bright red. She wasn’t used to people being so close to her. People had usually ignored her or made fun of her behind her back for being as shy as she was. Some kids wondered if she could even speak. It got even worse when her parents died. She felt so alone and didn’t speak to anyone. She even blamed herself. They wereNorway x Reader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Never ForgotHetaliaNever Forgot5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hey, Germany!" Italy cheerfully called out upon entering, without even knocking on the door to, his friend's home.
"Uggh." Italy heard Germany groaned and followed the noise. Germany's face was planted on the kitchen table, his arms hanging limply at his sides, and a few empty bottles of beer were aligned nearby. Italy pulled up a chair and petted his friend's head. He knew this look before. Many a times he found his brother Romano in the same position.
"You got dumped." Italy's straightforward comment earned him another growl from Germany. "That's a pity. I mean she was cute and fun and I really liked her and Germany you're looking at me all scary now "
Germany finally stopped glaring at Italy and lifted his head up to rubbed at the red marks left by the table.
"Hey cheer up, Germany." Italy patted Germany's shoulder. "She was just your first girlfriend, right? Everyone gets dumped and, hmm " Italy brought his hand to his chin and rubbed it. "Though now th
Hetalia - MafiaHetalia - Mafia3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alfred, hurry up!" Matthew said while waiting for his partner
Easy, Mattie~, we're not gonna late" the boy answered
Alfred F. Jones, American, CIA agent and Matthew Williams, Canadian, agent of CIC. That day they were flying to Great Britain for helping Scotland Yard with arrest one of Italian Mafia's bosses.
Fly from New York to London, Gate 10 will be close in 5 minutes" voice from speakers in airport said.
Oh, bro, we have to hurry!" Alfred took his bag Run!"
Maple... Matthew mumbled and ran after his friend.
After 13 hours they were in London. On Heatrow Arthur Kirkland, older brother of Alfred was waiting for them. There was no chance that Alfred didn't recognize his messy blond hair and bushy brows. After laud greeting and little argument three of them arrived to Kirkland family's mansion.
Arthur, can you tell us some details?" Matthew asked
Yes... we want to arrest older of mafia's boss' grandsons, He's name is Romano Lovino
Italy has snapped"Italy....... What have you done?" Someone asked.Italy has snapped4 years ago in Horror More Like This
I turned around to see Germany leaning against a tree, looking around him. The scene that lay out before him was a tremendous one. Bodies were strewn everywhere, and blood coated the grass, as well as my hands.
I remember the beautiful red color. Even until now, when I retell the story to any of the inmates, they tell me that I could not be northern Italy. Italy wasn't useful anywhere, not even as cannon fodder. I wonder what they mean. Before I know it though, they are dead at my feet, and I don't know why. After these occurrences, I get thrown into the padded cell. I don't know why. What did I do? I didn't hurt them. At least... I don't remember hurting them......
" Italy...... Why did you kill them. Why?" Someone asked again. "Feleciano... It didn't need to happen" It was Ludwig again.
"It needed to happen... Some one needed to die. I need to become strong. I want to be like my grandfather." I stated soberly. I don't know why I thoug
Meet His Opposite (Part 2)Lutz didn't know what had happened, but he was sure he was about to kick that damned Englishman's arse.Meet His Opposite (Part 2)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Oh my," Oliver laughed, "seems as if something went wrong with my magic."
"Obviously," James groaned. "That's what you get old man."
"WhereWhere am I?" A small Italian voice piped up, drawing all attention to him. He looked like Northern Italy, but was no way the Alessandro they knew. Alesandro's hair was a few shades darker with red eyes instead of this boy's bright gold. Also, the uniform was bright blue instead of brown. "What's going on?" His watery eyes wondered across the group of people until they landed on Lutz. "Germany?"
The German had no idea how to respond. Could this weak, frail-looking nation really be the first player Northern Italy? It seemed impossible. These two were just too opposite. Lutz found that he couldn't answer.
"Ciao." A blonde, sunglasses wearing Italian stepped forward.
Seeing the blonde only seemed to confuse the 1P even more. "Fratello?" He whis
RomanoxReader StormsBeware, this is Romano, there is some swearing.RomanoxReader Storms2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You were walking fast, your (h/l) (h/c) hair flowing behind you, a worried look in your (e/c) eyes. All day the clouds were rolling in and you knew what that meant,
All night too. You made it home right as the first rain drop was falling. Quickly you grabbed a blanket and turned on the TV, in hopes of drowning out the sound of thunder (with no luck though).
An hour passed and your phone started ringing, and you tried to go get it, but your body was petrified with fear as another clap of thunder sounded.
AW! You whimpered under the blanket.
~Romanos(or Lovinos) POV ~
Fratello! __(y/n)__ didnt-a pick up! This is-a the second time-a Ive tried! Italy, or Feliciano said with a frown.
So? Maybe shes-a busy, idiota Fratello! I grumbled.
But-a she always picks-a up! Feli was on the brink of tears.
Try-a again! I was starting to get aggravated, h
Spain ProposalYou sighed as you milked the cow in front of you. The hot sun above you beat down on your neck. You cow mooed and you glanced up. The familiar face of Spain grinned down at you from under his hat. “Hey (Y/n).” he said.Spain Proposal2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Hey.” He was your best friend from the time you were children. He lived on a farm farther out of town and came back every few months with crops and other materials.
It was late summer and everyone seemed to keeping married. You best friend had only just been married two weeks ago to the local store owner’s son.
“What are you doing?” he asked, leaning on his folded arms.
“Milk a cow.” You said flatly.
“Right.” He said his face red…probably from the sun. “So…” he said.
“How about it?”
“How about marry me?” You sort of froze up and then started milking the cow quickly not looking at him. “ I k
-Hetalia- Italian Mafia ConnectionIt was nighttime, probably about 8 pm. The stormy weather this past week has made this night quite cold, Feliciano happened to be walking down the street just not to far from his house. He stopped suddenly noticing his brother a ways away from where he was. This made the Northern Italian extremely curious, Why was his brother there? What was he doing? Feli ran over to see him.-Hetalia- Italian Mafia Connection3 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Ciao, Romano! What are you doing here?" Feliciano asked with his usual happy-toned voice.
"...Tch, Ciao fratello.." Lovino frowned, looking towards his brother actually wondering the same thing. "Waddaya want..?" Romano asked brushing himself off then looking down the alley way with a wary look on his face.
Feli shrugged then smiled again, happily. "I dunno, Just wanted to see how you were doing! What are ya up to~?" He tilted his head to the side curiously..
"...I'm going to work..." He glared at his younger brother. Hoping he knew what work he meant - he
Spamano: One Question chpt 3 Romano slammed the door to his room and collapsed on his bed, hiding his face in his pillow.Spamano: One Question chpt 33 years ago in Settings More Like This
'What the hell! That bastard! He says he likes me. How the hell can he love me? Me of all people!' Romano punched the bed.
Maybe he had been wrong about Spain. Maybe he wasn't so bad of a guy. But to love him? He sat there with his face in his pillow. But do I love him back? Romano sat up. Could he ever love someone? Could he ever give himself over completely to anyone ever?
Romano couldn't take it; too much had changed in the past twenty minutes. He chucked his pillow at the wall, putting all of his anger and frustration into the throw.
Tears streamed down Romano's face when he heard the pillow crash into the wall. He also heard something smash to the ground. He wiped away a tear and looked up to see that he
Dreamtalia: Stay, My Friend“Where are you going?”Dreamtalia: Stay, My Friend1 year ago in Drama More Like This
The voice startled Italy and made him stop in his tracks. He cautiously turned and faced the tall man behind him. The Italian timidly gazed up into the clear, blue eyes that so vividly resembled those of his best friend. “Oh, I was just…” His voice trailed off as he nervously dug at the ground with his foot.
The blond man stared at him expectantly with a calm expression, prompting a further explanation.
“W-well, you see, my friends came here to get me, so—” Italy stammered.
“Get you?” the man interjected. “Are you leaving?”
Italy hesitantly looked up at the man and immediately wished he hadn’t. The hurt look on his face made Italy’s stomach contract with guilt and unease; the face that looked like this man’s never wore that expression. “But,” Italy said with a hard swallow,” I have to leave.”
There was a pause as he tried to find a
Any TallerItaly 172 cmAny Taller3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Germany 180 cm
"The 8 centimeter barrier is thick..."
"Doitsu, Doitsu~!" The auburn-haired male sung gleefully as he came up behind the larger nation, waving his arms about like a small child would. "Doitsu, come here!"
Taking notice of Feliciano, Germany reluctantly made his way over to where he stood. Or rather, where he was bouncing on his heels with anticipation. "What do you want now, Italy?" His tone did not sound as much annoyed as it sounded tired. Spending even a few minutes with the peppy young man always seemed to wear him out. In more ways than one.
"Can I have another good morning hug?" Italy requested, his curl bouncing with the rhythm of his heels. "I wanna see if I'm any taller than before!"
"Mein Gott," Germany said to himself, rubbing his temples for a moment. "This nonsense again?" He had only been bothered with this same question for the past three weeks. Italy just could not seem to accept that he would not be able to reach up to
Spain x Reader: A Day With The TrioOn a warm Saturday morning, the warm sun rays crept through your window and onto your bed. Birds chirping and a soft wind blowing could be heard as the sweet smell of summer filled your room.Spain x Reader: A Day With The Trio2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You took in a deep breath and relaxed on you blue and green sheeted bed with a smile. Just then, your phone blared the Lucky Star theme song, making you fall out of your bed and onto the floor. You scrambled to your feet in the midst of a mini heart attack and grab your phone off your night stand beside your bed.
“Hello?” You groggily asked into your phone.
“HEY! Wake up frau! You sound dead!” A voice yelled back at you.
You sighed, eyes half closed, realizing who is calling. “What do you want, Gilbert?”
Gilbert is one of your 3 best friends. The others are Francis and Antonio, a Frenchman and a Spaniard. Gilbert is a Prussian albino, and is the most obnoxious. The three of them together are a gang called the Bad Touch Trio. Most of the time they’re fun to