PrussiaxReader Awesome Pick-Up Lines by Alycerain, literature
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PrussiaxReader Awesome Pick-Up Lines
You straightened your leather jacket. You looked good, and you felt good, but it was still strange to go from your ‘Pavlov: That name rings a bell” shirt and converse to a leather jacket and black high heels. You sighed.
“Do I really have to do this, Eliza?” You pouted at her, but she was adamant.
“Yes. When was the last time you even spoke to a guy? You need to get out more.” She stated matter-of-factly. Eliza was the cause of your transformation. She had dragged you around your house, insisting on picking out your clothes and putting on your makeup. She did a good job, but you weren’t about to adm
PrussiaxReader - Patience Test by SherlockedHazza, literature
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PrussiaxReader - Patience Test
The light from your laptop was the only thing illuminating your dark and silent living room right now. Your physics teacher had assigned some work for you to accomplish, and being the procrastinator you are, you decided to get started the day before it was due. To make things uglier, it was Monday. Everybody. Hates. Mondays. You felt like grabbing one of your pillows and screaming all of your troubles into it right now.
Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, the lights were flicked open and Gilbert showed up in front of you, holding a bouquet of fuchsias.
"Surprise, fräulein!" His eyes were closed in delight as his signat
Don't Tell Prussia X Reader Oneshot by VampireGodesNyx, literature
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Don't Tell Prussia X Reader Oneshot
“Today has to be the most boring day in history.” Flopping yourself over the arm of your couch, you let out a loud, heavy breath. “There has to be something I can do.” After a moment or two of thinking, you had it. “I should go hang out with Prussia! He's always doing something awesome. You changed out of your pajamas and jumped into your car, speeding all the way to Prussia's house. Once there, you jumped from your seat and quickly shut the door. You weren't prepared for what you saw next. “W-what the, that can't be Prussia.”
Prussia was kneeling on the ground, face, hands, and arms all cov
PrussiaxReader-A not so innocent summer pocky game by Silver-hues, literature
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PrussiaxReader-A not so innocent summer pocky game
It was a hot summer day out, probably the hottest summer day to date according to the weather, and so, you decided to just stay at your home and waste the entire day browsing the internet or watching your favourite TV shows. You would have loved to go out, maybe go to the beach with your pals or something, but these two words haunted your mind every time you made your plans: "Sun Burns".
You did think of using sun-screen, but your lovely house-mate has brought the entire bottle when she went on a one-week, out of town trip. Alas, it's one of the many perks of having someone who believes in the "what's mine is yours, what's yours is mine" pri
She's not afraid: Prussia x Reader by dyslexic-nesquik, literature
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She's not afraid: Prussia x Reader
A window creaked opened and a leg pale from the moonlight slipped out. As the feminine figure dropped to the ground from the second story, another figure appeared from behind a tree.
"_______! Hurry up, it's not cool to keep ze awesome me vaiting!" He hissed. A laugh escaped her lips as she ran across the lawn. Tripping over something, she plowed right into the man. She laughed harder then looked down into his ruby orbs.
"Hey Gil~" She snickered. His eyes narrowed slightly then quickly widened as she planted a kiss on his lips. His arms attempted to wrap around her, but the pressure of her body was suddenly gone. "Come on slow poke!!" She r
PrussiaxReader~ Basement Boredom by Ricordare, literature
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PrussiaxReader~ Basement Boredom
"Thanks for letting me stay at your place for a bit, Ludwig." You said to the tall blonde who was helping put your bags in one of the guest rooms.
"It's fine ____. It's the least I could do since Feliciano burned your house down." He said as the last of your stuff were finally put in the drawers.
You sighed. "Yeah, rebuilding my house will take a while. No one got hurt, and that's good."
He nodded. Looking at the clock, which was a whole four hours ahead of your time zone, you saw it was already 8 o'clock. Suddenly your stomach rumbled, causing you to be tinted pink with slight embarrassment.
"Don't worry _____. I have some leftover wurst
PrussiaXReader-Strip Poker by KatyKat1313, literature
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PrussiaXReader-Strip Poker
This party was chaos. Not the good chaos where someone says this is a really bad idea, and you can just say that's why it's a good idea! This was risky, straight-up dangerous stuff happening here.
You were afraid to open any doors to bedrooms or bathrooms because of what you might have found. Seeing awkward virgins taking a stab at third base isn't your cup of tea, thank you very much. Taking one sip of the "punch," you quickly realized it was spiked with at least three kinds of liquor and promptly dumped it out. Throwing open the fridge, you grabbed a Coke that looked untouched. You sat in a corner, sipping your soda and picking the polish
SpainxReader Anything by Deikus-is-hellbound, literature
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SpainxReader Anything
He remembers when he was young, when the grass grew tall and the days stretched out into endless moments of passion. He remembers hiding in the tall brush, watching, waiting. He crouched low, pulling one large strand of grass aside, and gasped as decadent beauty graced his innocent eyes from between the leafy green strands. There she was, walking along the path with a beautiful orange lily perched in her hair, with petals spread wide like the sun. She glowed. He was certain of it. She was an angel. That he remembered well. She smiled, bending over to pick a Gazania flower. Her breathtaking beam commanded sunlight down through his chest and st
~It's called Futbol~ SpainXReader by Spirit-of-Zenith, literature
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~It's called Futbol~ SpainXReader
Soccer. You had hated the sport ever since third grade. So you didn't know what to do when your best friend Feliciano called you to ask you if you wanted to play "Calcio". He knew you hated soccer too, so why did he call you?
"Toni's going to be there," there was your reason. You could almost picture the Italian smirking. It was so unlike him most of the time, but when it came down to you, Feli's "Migliore Amico per Sempre!", and Toni, his brother's best friend, there was nothing more fun to deal with.
You groaned, Toni was the deal breaker, "Fine, it's just for fun though... right?"
"Of-a course il mio amico!" he said