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Was it Really a Dream? (RussiaxReader) It was coming after you. You didn't know what it was exactly, only that it was a creature of Hell. You were running faster than you thought you could, adrenaline coursing through your veins. You look back quickly, and then...
...You were laying down in an empty classroom, a blanket covering your body. You try to move, only to feel a horrid, stabbing pain in your lower back. You close your eyes and roll to the side, trying to block out the light with the blanket. Students start filing into the room and take their seats, one prodding you before leaving.
You're laying on your back again as you look to your right. The Italian twins, Feliciano and Lovino, were sitting next to you, both looking at you. While Romano looked like he wanted to help you, Feliciano gave you a look that clearly read, "What the fuck do you want me to do?" You focus on Feliciano, (e/c) orbs pleading with his brown orbs.
You wake up, sitting bolt upright and panting. What the hell
Thick Mud (RussiaxReader: SCR Ch. 9) "Wow...Lo siento, _______." Toni says, dumbstruck, after you finish.
"Toni, you really don't need to apologize. It wasn't your fault that any of this happened, you know. How could you know that your two pe had crossed over?"
"Th-That's the problem, chica. I did know he was here; at least, I knew he was here about a year ago. I came face-to-face with him at the bar one night. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but after a month or so, I kept seeing him wherever I went. I questioned him one night, and...Well, it didn't turn out so well. I never saw him after that, so I thought he had left. But now I know that he did all of that to you, and I can't help but blame myself for this happening. I'm so sorry, I should have made sure he was g-"
"Toni, stop it." You say, warmth lighting your (e/c) orbs. "This is not, in any way, shape, or form, your fault. Things like this happen, but you know what? I know about these people now. Toni, we can stop
My Horrible Mistake (PrussiaxCanada) "Gott, vy did I say zat?!" Gilbert, also known as the nation of Prussia, thought, walking through the park. His path was lit by the lamps on either side of the path he was on. It was beginning to rain, but he took no notice as his silver bangs drooped into his ruby eyes. All he could think about was how badly he had messed things up.
~Flashback brought to you by Gilbird~
Prussia walked up the stairs and knocked on the door quickly. Matthew, or Canada, opened the door, not expecting the albino. Prussia's frame stood in front of a grey expanse of clouds.
"H-Hello, Prussia. W-What brings you here?" Canada asked, his quiet voice shaking. Prussia could tell he was uncomfortable with the situation.
"I just zought I vould drop in. You know, l
Ode to PrussiaGleaming red eyes
Shining white hair
A Prussian albino
At his best
Known as Gilbert Beilschmidt
It's easier to just call him 'Prussia'
Blind at birth
He was almost killed by Germania
Spared because of his little yellow chick
Gilbird, who became his eyes
As he grew older
He gained sight
And saw his little brother
After his brother, Ludwig, was born
Leaving Gilbert to raise Ludwig
In his teen years
From the Teutonic Knights
To the Grand Duchy of Prussia
With his friends
A Frenchman named Francis
And a Spaniard named Antonio
They formed what would be known
As the Bad Touch Trio
As he reached adulthood
His laugh of
And his cries of
Became a normal occurence
As he grew older still
He had seen his share of wars
But the defining moment
Had yet to be reached
Then came the aftermath
Of World War One
Where he had given up
The western portion of his land
Then, in World War Two
The Berlin Wall
Separated him from hi
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