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The scramble for the radiator (PrussiaXReader)You groaned, pressing yourself against the radiator. Why did it have to be so cold? Shivering, you sunk lower, pressing your back against the hot surface and closed your eyes.
“Hey! Frau!” You heard and you growled under your breath. “Quit hogging the warmth!” Gilbert complained. You saw him frowning at you when you cracked one eye open. “No. It’s mine.” You retorted, lifting your arms up to place them around the radiator possessively.
He glared at you, sitting on his haunches next to you. “C’mon frau, sharing is caring.” You shook your head fervently and bared your teeth at him. “Hell no!” After sighing once, he smirked maliciously at you.
Narrowing your eyes at him, you shrunk back as he advanced, tickling your sides. “No! Stop! Please!” You managed to cry out, squirming under his grasp. You managed to kick him several times, but he merely coughed and carried on with his torture.
New Years (PrussiaXReader)It was New Years eve and you’d agreed (foolishly) to let your boyfriend invite his two friends over for the celebration. He’d promised it would be fun and said the more the merrier, but still! Well, it was your own fault for allowing it and besides, they’d probably get too drunk and pass out anyway.
You were just finishing up in the kitchen, the red apron that was tied around your neck bearing the brunt of the traces of ingredients. Gilbert was ‘helping’ too by sneaking a taste of whichever nibbly things you created and telling you how awesome they were no matter how many times he got clobbered by the various skillets that were lying around.
He cheered when he heard the doorbell ring and ran off to get tackled by his friends. After greeting each other loudly, they swaggered into the room, completing their Bad Touch Trio, as they called themselves, with identical smirks on their faces.
“Hola chica, I hope you’re going to take as much care of us
A seat accompannied by a stare (PrussiaXReader)Your free period. Finally it came. You gathered some studying material together, whilst slacking a sigh of relief. Just this last hour and then you’d be free to go home at last! Though as your exams were just around the corner, you didn’t really have as much freedom as you’ve preferred.
But it was better than having loads of assignments and stuff dumped on you so you guessed you could swing with it. Your shoulder bag swinging against the back of your knees with every step you took you made your way to one of the empty lunch halls.
Your school being as big as it was, didn’t usually use vacated classrooms for free periods, instead opting for a huge room in which two teachers at most struggled to keep the peace and quiet.
Following the orders from the teacher on duty, you told her your name and class number before she allowed you to choose a seat. Rubbing your neck tiredly, you walked over to it and plonked yourself down, resting your head against the cool table fo
Not just studying also games (DenmarkXReader)You sighed, scratching your neck as you carried on conjugating the verb that was set. Your music playing in your ears, you rubbed the bridge of your nose.
Dropping your pen you leaned back. After checking your watch you decided now would be a good time for a break. Suddenly you felt arms around you and you jumped as someone blew air into your exposed neck.
“Heya.” You should’ve known.
“Mathias, what are you doing?” You asked, tilting your head back so you were able to his blue eyes twinkling down at you in mirth. “Just felt like being a creep.” He kissed your upside-down lips happily and sat down next to you at the desk you’d claimed. “What are you doing?” He asked, wincing when the librarian shushed him.
“I was studying.” You answered, one of your earphones out of your ear so you could hear him. He frowned. “What, again?” You raised your eyebrow at him and snorted. “Well one of us has to.”
Unexpected announcements (PrussiaXReaderXDenmark)You stared at yourself in the vanity, growling at the strings of the corset that constricted your chest. You rubbed your neck, being careful to mind the complex pins that swept your hair up. I don’t want to go.... you thought to yourself as you watched your reflection. Your mother always forced you to go to these parties and you were honestly getting sick of them.
The only good thing about the entire thing was that you could see Mathias and his brothers again. The Dane had been one of your closest friends since you were kids, but ever since that incident with the dress you weren’t allowed to go and see him.
Not that that stopped him, he often snuck in through your window and got you outside.
The lights of the arriving carriages twinkled in the twilight and you gazed outside for a moment, the numerous guests arriving and stepping inside your house. Your guests weren’t normal people either, a lot of them were important representatives for countries and some of them eve
Curing bad dreams (PrussiaXReader)Gilbert groaned, his temperature feverish as he tossed in his bed. “N-nein!” He muttered, biting his lip.
In the throngs of his dream he was staring at your bloodied body in despair, tears running down his face. He heard a sound behind him and spun around, hoping to see the perpetrator. The shape slipped out of his sight around the corner and Gilbert stood up after gently putting down your body, chasing after it.
Rage the sole thing on his mind, he pushed his legs to go at a near inhuman speed.
Franctically searching for it, he skidded on the landing, starting to sprint down the steps.
As he wasn’t paying attention to his footing, he yelped when his foot trod on air. Lurching forward, Gilbert sat bolt upright in his bed, panting heavily. As he tried to calm his breathing he blinked at the alarm clock.
Well that was lucky at least, it was set to go off in five minutes. Quickly he turned it off and lay back down, snuggling into your back.
He needed some reassurance that
Hasty (PrussiaXReader)The gentle wind ruffled some of your soft hair from your forehead. The book you'd been so engrossed in was resting on your stomach. The sunlight that filtered through the leaves created warm criss-cross patterns on your arms, that shifted every next moment.
Your breath was as even as the ticking of a watch, perfectly balanced as you snored away gently. The comfortableness of the afternoon had sneaked up on you and had covered you with a light blanket of peaceful sleep.
Cue the quiet-destroyer. Gilbert smirked as he hovered over your figure, his lips ghosting over yours. He pressed his lips fervently against yours, tracing yours with his tongue.
Still groggy from the doze, you blinked your eyes to see the Prussian kissing you. When he saw your (e/c) orbs glare at him he pulled back a bit, still pressing his frame close to yours.
"......Hey frau." Your eyes widened at his blasé greeting. "Get the hell off of me." You threatened, your expression dark.
He merely smirked and shook his head.
How to protect yourself (PrussiaXReader)You were over at a certain albino's place, kicking his arse at video-games. Which he would of course always deny but claiming you had distracted him somehow. And you were truthfully. Gilbert'd had his eye on you ever since you'd turned into the young woman you were, but he'd always harboured feelings for you.
It was only then that he realised his childish crush on you was turning into a full-blown first love. And he was worried to death about you at the moment.
You'd just started working out at the nearby gym, which he also happened to frequent. In fact he was the one that had recommended it to you. But he heard the others talking about you in the changing rooms.
He frowned just remembering the blissful expressions on their faces.
"She was like totally cute! Hey, d'ya think you could help me out with the new, big weights?" Alfred asked his friend Mathias loudly. He shook his head. "No way man! That's what I was going to do!"
Gilbert growled as he lifted his shirt over his head, making
Housing with the Kirkland boy band pt3(KBXReader)You were doing the laundry, your earphones in and humming quietly to yourself. The brothers were all either locked up in their room, as Arthur was doing, trying to do maths equations at the table, that being the twins and Dylan or off at the company with your uncle, Peter and Allistor having gone.
As it was now, you didn’t really mind the fact that the brothers were in your house, in fact, though you wouldn’t admit it to them, you kind of enjoyed having them around. The pranks the twins played on Arthur (and you sometimes) always made you laugh and Dylan was always around to help.
Arthur, though he was surly most of the time, could be quite fun to be around due to his large knowledge, the two of you could discuss things for hours over cups of steaming tea. Peter was forever eating sweet things and would often get you to sample them with him, he went to the office often to collect the growing amount of fan mail and gifts.
Allistor was hard to categorise though. He could be e
PrussiaxReader - Words Beginning With 'A'"You have 1 new chat request" read the little notice on your computer screen.
You were in your bedroom on the top floor of your two-storey house, working on your school assignment that was due in two weeks' time. You sighed and minimised your Word window, before clicking on the notice. Up popped your chat box.
"AwesomePrussian: What's up?"
Oh great. It was Gilbert, the most annoying guy you knew.
"You: What do YOU want?"
"AwesomePrussian: You. Come on, play nice. Long time, no type. What have you been doing?"
"You: I was chatting with you about 15 minutes ago. And I'm doing homework. You remember homework, right? That stuff that our teachers give us to work on at home?"
"AwesomePrussian: It was longer than that. And I'm far too cool to be doing such menial things as homework. Besides, I'm not at home, so doing it now would defeat the point of 'homework'."
"You: Yeah, probably more like twenty minutes. Still not long enough. A
Prussia x Reader A Sticky MessIt had been a long day of messing about and chasing each other around the park, so what you and Gilbert needed now was a cold drink and a comfortable sofa to sprawl on.
Gilbert had taken you back to the house he shared with his brother. You, being used to the house by now, hung your jacket up and kicked off your shoes.
"What do you want to drink?" Gil asked, leading you into the kitchen.
You followed him, shrugging. "Coke?"
Gilbert grabbed two glasses from the cupboard before tugging a full bottle out of the fridge, none too gently.
"Careful!" you scolded. "It'll fizz over."
With a scoff, Gilbert put his hand on the lid. "I didn't shake it up enough for that." He twisted the top to open the new bottle. As you predicted, the coke began to fizz, spraying Gilbert right in his arrogant face.
You couldn't help yourself. You doubled over with laughter, holding your stomach as Gilbert frantically tried to get the lid back on the bottle. "Well, I hate to say I told you so, but..." you trailed
Puppy Love (PrussiaxReader)Puppy Love
Jogging down the final street that would get you to your house, you pushed through the growing heat of the morning and glanced down at your watch. The timer had nearly reached 18 minutes. Picking up the pace a little bit, you ran through a barren horse trail that would complete your three-mile course. About halfway through the path however, you slowed to a walk.
A dog was trotting towards you.
Not something insanely peculiar seeing as a lot of people walked their dogs down the path. What bothered you was the fact that you couldn't find the animal's owner.
You lowered yourself to the ground and called the hound over. When he happily made his way over to you, you pat his soft, dark brown pelt and grabbed his collar.
Relieved, you saw the number and searched through your pockets for the phone you had left in you jeans from the day before. Standing, you firmly gripped the collar and began walking back home.
Though, you didn't need to hold on. The dog seemed
PrussiaxReader Drabble oneshotPrussiaxReader
A heavy weight was crushing your chest. You tried to shift out of the way, knowing without opening your eyes what it was.
"Get off Gilbert."
"Nien." He mumbled, tightening his hold on your waist.
You propped yourself up on your elbows, frowning down at the man.
His face was pressed in between your breasts, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.
He did this every night. Sneaking into your bed, leaving you to wake up extremely pissed.
Gilbert had been doing this for two years now.
You could lock your door, set up booby traps and even a burglar alarm. The Prussian managed to get past all of them without waking you up.
"What will your girlfriend think Gilbert?"
He scowled, nuzzling his face against your chest. You blushed, trying to hide it with an angry glare.
Okay. Maybe you liked waking up with him at your side. Maybe you forgot to lock your door every now and then.
You liked Gilbert, more tha
Glasses [Prussia x Reader]“Gil, I’m home!” I called out to my boyfriend after a long day of work.
“What happened to ‘mein awesome boyfriend Gil’?” He yelled back. I tried not to laugh and sighed. Full of himself as always. But that’s why I loved the guy.
I stood in the hallway before heading into the living room.
“So how messy is the living room this time? Have any wild parties with Antonio and Francis?” I was referring to Gilbert’s best friends. Together, they were known as the Bad Touch Trio. For very good reasons.
“Very funny frau, but those two didn’t come over today. Yet.”
I casually strolled out into the living room. What I saw pretty much startled me. Gilbert Beilschmidt was reading a book. And not just any book. It was one of my romance novels….
“You’re reading?” I asked carefully.
“No, I’m just casually relaxing with this book here.” He replied sarcasticall
The Invitation Prussia X Reader
"Come on, really, we have to use that one? There's not another one you like? Look at all the different designs they have here, they're really nice you know. What if we go have some taken? God please just not that picture." Prussia was trying his best to get you to change your mind about what picture to use for your invitations. But you had your mind made up. No photographer could ever take a picture like the one from the roller coaster.
You shook your head. "No, I like this picture the best and we're using it. It represents us better than any other picture we have, now stop your arguing." You handed over the image to the man making your invitations.
A small chuckle escaped his mouth. "I'll be right back ma'am, this should only take a moment." He walked off to the back room, photograph in hand.
Prussia's expression was less than pleased. "Well there he goes, off to insure the world knows how awesome I'm not. I really should hurt you." He glared evilly a
Morning Routines (PrussiaxReader)Morning Routines
You woke up, not very surprised to find yourself in the same position as always. You were laying on your stomach, arms folded under your cheek, with the heavy weight of your boyfriend’s head on your lower back. His soft, white hair tickled the bare skin where your shirt that you had stolen from him had ridden up a bit, and one of his hands was slid under that shirt to embrace your stomach. The other held your hip and when he woke up a few moments after you he rubbed soft circles into the flesh of your back, pressing a gentle kiss to the bare skin.
“Guten Morgen, Liebling,” he murmured into your back before shifting so that was laying next to you, arms still firmly around you.
Lightly, you pecked his lips. “Morning,” you chirped. Today was one of the few days you both had off, and you planned on spending the majority of it watching movies in bed. Letting your mind wander, you remembered something. “Oh,” you
7. PrussiaxReader: Rocken
Rocking around the Christmas Tree
at the Christmas party hop
Mistletoe hung where you can see
Ev'ry couple tries to stop
Rocking around the Christmas Tree
Let the Christmas Spirit ring
Later we'll have some pumpkin pie
and we'll do some caroling
-Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree
"Oh _______________~!" a sing-song voice called, "look what I found." You turned around in horror to find Prussia waving a piece of mistletoe back and forth. "Pucker up!"
You ran as fast as you could around the crowds of guests. Gilbert, the human personification of Prussia, the ex-nation, was chasing you around Alfred's party with the dreaded mistletoe.
"Haha!" Gilbert shouted triumphantly, "gotcha!" he grabbed your arm and held you in place. "Now give me my kiss, keseses~."
He closed his eyes and pursed his lips leaning in. At the last moment you ducked and Gilbert ended up kissing Francis.
"Ohonhon~ mon ami, if you wanted a kiss you only had to ask…"
"Ah!" Gilbert jumped letting you go; now he was being cha
Accidental Confession PrussiaxReader“The world is out to get me, I swear,” you growled to yourself as you flopped down onto Ludwig’s couch. You’d finally gotten the courage to tell Gilbert that you had feelings for him, but everyone and their mother decided that today would be the perfect day to follow you around and interrupt you each time you tried. And the whole world, literally, was on your shoulders. Every other frickin’ country knew you were trying to confess and wanted to know how it was going. But each time one of them came to bother you about it, they ended up causing such a disruption that you couldn’t go through with it.
Part of you had to wonder if they were doing this on purpose, because seriously their timing was too perfect. Thinking back on all your attempts, you were honestly freaked out about just how all of your friends managed to pop up during your attempted confessions.
“Uh, h-hey, Gil?”
The cocky Prussian turned with a grin
Mistletoe series (PrussiaXReader)You were in the midst of putting some Christmas presents underneath the huge tree at America’s party when an annoyingly loud voice yelled at you. The Prussian’s shout made you jump, also making you drop the present in your hands to the floor.
“Hey! Heads up!” You sighed, knowing that if you didn’t turn around quickly you’d probably be pelted with a ball of some sort or even water balloons. What you certainly didn’t expect was the Prussia smashing his lips against yours with fervour as France held a plant above your heads.
Chuckling Spain snapped a picture of your shocked expression. Prussia grinned self-satisfied with being able to kiss you, pulling back from your lips. It was at that point that you realised that the leaves being held aloft graciously by the Frenchman weren’t those of mistletoe.
“You bastards! This is holly!” You cried, chasing the three around the room. “It’s close enough!” They answered in
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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