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Immortal Things (PrussiaxReader) I blinked blearily as my (e/c) eyes opened, looking about in utter confusion. I had no recollection of what had happened the night before, nor could I pinpoint where I was. It seemed to be a forest, as bright shafts of sunlight were filtered through the close-knit leaves of tall maples and oaks. Moss grew along the roots that protruded, the spongy earth cool and damp in the shade. Small rocks were littered here and there, and several large boulders could be seen in the distance.
I stood slowly, pushing my (h/c) bangs behind my ear as I searched quietly for a trail. For a moment I waited, mesmerized by the beautiful scenery. Ever since the revolution and the amazing increase in technologies, most forests had been completely obliterated. There were no forests anywhere close to where I lived, that much I could remember. All of my memories were muddled for some reason, but I could remember never being to a forest. I had longed for them, reading about them in the books th
Midnight Wanderings (AustriaxSick!Reader) You moan as your eyes flutter open, feeling the excess tears building in them. You check the tie before your (e/c) eyes are fixated to the shaft of moonlight falling in the room from the window. Sniffling, you sit up as you try to breathe, your nose stuffed up. There was no denying it: you were sick.
Getting up, you blindly make your way into the hallway, sighing as the cooler air rushed against your overheated skin. You lean against a window, looking out at the sky. Your (e/c) eyes glaze over as you stare, feeling a headache beginning. The air begins to feel stagnant and heavy as your skin temperature begins to flare. You feel the need to move and shuffle along the carpeted floor, making a bit of noise as you cough.
Soft noise makes its way to you as you walk and you follow it to its source. The noise becomes louder as you follow it, pushing open a heavy oak door softly to reveal Roderich sitting with his back ramrod straight, his head bent at a small angle to foc
Sexy Cupcakes (ItalyxReader) You watched quietly as Feliciano ran about the house, his strange hair curl bouncing wildly with his movements. He chattered excitedly about something in Italian, leaving you completely befuddled as to the source of his happiness. His hands seemed to be blurs as he moved random items about.
"Feli, slow down. I can't understand a word you're saying." You tell him, your voice quiet against his loud din.
He pauses for a moment, just long enough to murmur, "Good." You barely hear it, followed by the Italian gibberish about some type of 'plan'.
"Whenever you're ready to make sense, I'll be in the bedroom." You announce, only to be pinned against the wall by him.
"No, you can't-a go in-a there, _______________." His expression changes to one of horror at your idea, his brow gleaming slightly with sweat.
"Then where am I supposed to go? I don't really feel like going anywhere, and you're making so much fuss up here." You state, staring back at him eve
Damned Spaniard (RomanoxReader) "Stupid language! Why is-a that damn bastardo making me-a learn-a this?" Lovino yelled as he stood from his chair, his hands balled into fists.
"Calm down, Lovi. I'm being forced into this, too." You remind him, trying to stifle your own anger.
Antonio had somehow managed to convince you to take a Spanish class, if only to dump Lovino onto you and have you tutor the Italian. You had sworn to beat the Spaniard to a pulp the next time you saw him, but he had been skilled in evading you; you hadn't seen him since the beginning of your forced tutelage. Lovino had kept a grudge as well, often grumbling about his roommate while studying.
"I can't-a believe he tricked-a me into-a this." Lovino groans as he plops back into his chair, the wood creaking from his force.
"How do you think I feel? I'm still waiting for hi to show his face so I can punch it in for him." You remark, pushing your seat closer to the Italian's.
"H-hey! What-a the hell do-a you t
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