Prussia x Reader : I Believe (Bon Jovi - Songfic)More Like This
She chuckled as she took out her keys to the flat she shared with the Prussian Albino. He once again was listening to music, but as 'awesome' as he was he needed to hear it as loud as he could. She somehow was glad they hadn't bought a new sound system yet.
She entered the flat and put down her bag, took off her jacket and shoes, nearly laughing out loud when she heard him singing with Jon Bon Jovi.
All I know is what I've been sold
You can read my life like a fortune told
I've seen the dream, there's no land of Oz
But I got my brain and I got a heart
And courage built I won't let go
What we need right now is ....soul
Hearing her boyfriend trying to imitate the rough voice of Jon Bon Jovi, the (h/c) haired young woman nearly cracked up. Entering the living room, she saw Gilbert, standing on the couch, holding his hand like he held a microphone and singing into it. He hadn't noticed her yet, so she remained standing in the doorway and smiling at her idiot boyfriend.
I can't d
Russia x ReaderSlight warning: Strong language, gore, and I dis America. A lot. Fuck I hate that whiney little bastard...More Like This
"Are you listening to me?" your boss asked impatiently.
You doodled in your notebook, "No, actually. You're quite boring."
"_____, you have to be prepared for this. You're still young..." And he droned on and on. You just stared out the window watching the snow start to fall. Frowning, you watched it collect on the ground. Snow was alright, but you hated the cold.
Your lessons had been hell today. Sure, you were still a new country, but all the strategy and tips they were trying to force down your throat were fucking annoying. After feeling bad enough that your mother died giving birth to you, they still all jumped up and tried to make you as strong and smart as her once more. You knew that was how things worked, countries came and went, different reincarnations of each other, but you were human. You supposed you were relatively strong. Pretty big too. But all of the harassment
Ocean Date: Prussia x ReaderIt was another normal day at the beach, an occurrence every Saturday once summer heat snuck into late spring. A picnic basket had been packed with ham sandwiches and chips, and a cooler packed with water bottles and Jell-O cubes. The basket and cooler barely fit in the trunk which was stuffed with beach balls, umbrellas, towels, and sand castle equipment. And even though they went so often, he never tired of visiting, always uncontrollably excited on the morning of their visit. But now, with it being months since they had been, he'd barely slept for two days.More Like This
What wasn't there to like? There was warm and bright sunshine, soft sand, a dark blue and foamy sea, great food, and the fantastic company of his long-time girlfriend (who always made sure he lathered on sunscreen). Oh yeah, the fact that he rolled out of bed at five a.m., a few minutes after he'd fallen asleep and lugged around heavy bags, only to be told he couldn't run into the ocean until the afternoon.
He glared at his
Mr. Viking-Denmark x ReaderMr. Viking: Denmark x ReaderMore Like This
After having to slump out of bed at 5:00 a.m., surviving the large and growing crowd at the airport, and being cramped for several hours in a peanut-reeking airplane, it was a cry-worthy relief when a cheery voice chirped over head announcing the end of the flight. The minute you got to your hotel you were going to take a nice hot soapy shower and then a nap. It had been impossible to sleep with so much noise going on around you which made you anxious and uncomfortable. Not even music or earplugs could block out screaming babies, kids, and adults. Even a group of businessmen had been shoved to the back and insisted on talking loudly about...candles? The person beside you was a teenager, wearing way-to-big headphones turned up so loud that the words were nearly understandable. "Why did I pick the cheapest flight?” you inwardly moaned.
Silence is what you longed for and it arrived...an hour and a half later. After the plane landed it took thirty
Hearts and Cyanide (2p!EnglandXInsane!Reader)CAUTION: GOREMore Like This
Fastening a necklace around your neck, you prepared to yourself for the date that was going to be the most important date of your new relationship. Your boyfriend of three months, a sweetheart named Arthur Kirkland, was coming over for a romantic dinner and movie night, and you wanted to look your best.
Arthur ran a successful bakery in the city, and you had met when you were there with your former boyfriend, Ludwig. You had purchased cupcakes and befriended the eccentric owner and chef, and the friendship blossomed as he comforted you after Ludwig’s disappearance. You smiled as you smoothed out the creases in the little black dress you had donned for the occasion before you turned to a trunk in your room.
Opening the lid, you lovingly gazed upon the perfectly preserved human hearts, each in its own glass display case. Names and dates were scrawled in perfect cursive, the time range spanning years. So many hearts, your favorites being from Alfred, Feliciano,