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Awkward (PrussiaxReader)"(Nickname)! Oi, (Nickname)!" You turned around to the Prussian.
"What?" He looked at his feet and muttered something.
"Gil, I can't hear you. Speak louder please?"
"I said, do you want to hang out with me?!" You shrugged.
"Sure, why not?" He smirked and did a mini celebration.
"Okay, how about tomorrow afternoon?" Gilbert handed you a piece of paper and ran off cheering loudly.
"Gilbert! Wait, I don't have a car yet!!!" You sighed and smiled. You'll get to your best friend's house somehow.
You knocked on the door. "Hey, Gil! It's hot outside, let me in!" The door swung open revealing a flustered-looking Gilbert.
"Hi, (Nickname)." He stepped aside to let you in. "What's up?" He asked.
"The ceiling of your house." Gilbert grinned.
"Nice one, but seriously, how are you?"
"I'm fine I guess..." You walked inside the living room and glanced around. He followed behind.
"How is it? Pretty awesome, right?" You nodded.
"Yeah, but now I realized I've never been in your house before f
Prussia x Reader. Babysitter -part 7 Why couldn't your love life be like a song by one of your favorite bands, The Cab? They had the prettiest love songs that put little fantasies in every girl's head of what love would be like, what their lives should turn out like.
You wanted a man to say, "I think you're from another world, and I couldn't love another girl, cause you make me feel like I'm intoxicated. No, I just don't want a pretty face, I wanna wake up next to your's each day. Baby, won't you be my saving grace?" It was cheesy and rhyming, but it's what every girl wants somewhere deep inside her heart.
Hopes of a happy life drained away from you second by second, the draining had started the very moment you awoke this morning, naked and married to a handsome manchild. You didn't hate Gilbert, not at all, he was actually one of the best friends you've ever had, but marriage with him wasn't how you imagined your life.
Prussia X Reader- That Which Divides Us Part 3Disclaimer: Mean old copyrights and laws of humanity Keeping me from owning Hetalia and the inhabitants of the world
It was March of the year 1961
You strolled about the streets of West Berlin, waving at the neighbors you had known all your life. You pulled your coat tighter around you to protect yourself from the cold air. You saw kids rushing to get to school and men who were heading off to work. You couldn't help but feel jealous of them At least they had something to do.
Once you had finished your schooling at the age of eighteen, your father had decided that college was not an option for you. You argued with him, stating that times were changing and that you deserved to receive the same educational opportunities as men your age. But your father was stubborn and your mother wasn't going to side with you on this one.
Getting a job was out of the question as well. Apparently, it was "beneath you" to work and earn your own money At least that was what
Dreaming Reality |Prussia x Reader|You opened your eyes with a yawn, as small birds started to chirp. Was it morning already? They sang their early songs as if the whole world was their stage and you couldn't help yourself but smile at the cheerful melodies. It was, indeed, music that greeted your ears. And it was, indeed, morning. The night was gone and all that remembered you of the darkness and full moon was your cloudy vision and the nightgown you were wearing. A simple, but beautiful piece of cloth that framed your body - almost as if it was made just for you. It seemed so soft like the fluffy cotton clouds on sunny days and felt like the most expensive satin. You purred slightly and reached for the body next to you. The radiating warmth, melted with a soft note of cozy feelings, made your heart flutter as if your whole body could fly away any second. You felt free. More than that: You felt alive.
Everything around you was painted with innocent, foggy textures that illuminated the small room with bright rays of the
Birthday Premium Membership Give Away! [closed]Just to say one thing; today is my birthday! To celebrate my birthday and occasions, I am going to be SUPER nice and give away a free Three Month Premium Membership!
It's a gift I'm going to give to you guys for being so supportive on my first year in DeviantART. And to note that DeviantART is having that "BUY ONE GET ONE FREE" Offer. So this ends tonight at 11:59PM Los Angeles, California time, and I'll give out who won on December 16th in the morning time of Los Angeles, California.
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Foreign language in fanfictions - my humble adviceLet me start with a small explanation:
I am probably a rather rare case of a fanfiction and reader insert lover whose native language is not English and who can understand 5 languages without a problem. And this is the reason why I probably notice things in fanfictions that most others don't. This is why I want to try and make you see what I experience and feel as a reader when I encounter foreign expressions and language in fanfictions.
I hope this entry will help you a little bit if you are unsure if you should use any foreign expressions or not and how I think they should be treated. This, of course, is solely my own opinion, so please keep it in mind. I have absolutely nothing against your own opinions on this topic.
I really like fanfiction but I especially love Hetalia-related reader inserts because of the foreign languages and the many things I learn while reading them. I think it's pretty awesome that I now can say "I love you" in more than 10 different
Prussia x Reader - Lost in Leipzig (Chapter Two)Lost in Leipzig Chapter Two
Prussia x Reader
The next morning, the alarm clock blared right next to your ear, and you groggily reached over to shut it off. Sitting up, you yawned, opening your eyes and rubbing the tiredness out of them. You weren't used to the major time change yet, and not being able to sleep well thinking about him didn't help much, either. Once again, for the millionth time, last night all came rushing back to you, the wonderful memories flashing like pictures in front of your eyes. You could still feel on your cheek where he had kissed you, and the rush that had come with it.
You got up from the bed, walking over to your backpack, which you had lazily thrown on the floor right before you had gone to bed. You unzipped it, and found a pair of clothes that would do for the day.
Sliding your bare feet across the fuzzy gray carpet to the bathroom, you switched on the light and closed the door. The sink was lined with a gleaming, coal-colored
One with Russia (Russia X Reader)"So you would like to become one with mother Russia da?" Russia asked you for the umpteenth time. You sighed and hid your sadness because you felt you were just other territory to claim. Swallowing the sadness in your voice you looked at him.
"Why don't you become one with Belarus!" he looked shocked as you ran to your house and to your roommate Ukraine. He looked shocked and watched you run.
"____? Is that you?" Ukraine asked in the kitchen. You smiled at your busty friend as she came into your eyesight.
"Hi, how was work?" she asked obviously pleased to see you.
"Could've been better. I ran into your brother today." You replied.
"Really? H-How is Ivan?"
"Fine as always." You blushed making her giggle knowing that you had a crush on him. You stuck your tongue out at her and she laughed. What you didn't know was that he had a crush on you too. She looked at you with a serious face which was very rare.
"____, just ask him out." She of
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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