PrussiasKitten

-Just a quick note... I am not going to constantly do Germany's accent... I don't have much time to work on this so I am going to focus more on the grooviness of the actual fan fiction. Thank my dears.- Stand in line like military time Flowers blooming up from dirt Wear the ties and complicated lines There's wrinkles on a fresh-pressed shirt Reader POV~    I got up hurriedly, just knowing I am late for training.This keeps happening, making General Beilschmidt irritated with me. I just can't seem to get better. Lately I have been tired... too tired to actually get up on time, and when I am not training, I am sleeping. Usually, this much

Cheater Prussia X Cheated on Reader Song: Watcha Say: Jason Derulo I was so wrong for so long Only tryin' to please myself (myself) Girl, I was caught up in her lust When I don't really want no one else Reader's POV    I was walking into my apartment after a day of school and my part time job. What I was looking forward to all day was a bowl of ice cream, a good book, and cuddle time with my self proclaimed MOST AWESOME boyfriend, Gilbert Beilschmidt. I close the door and hear muffled voices coming from our shared bedroom. He was only staying with me for a few days until his younger brother got back from this visit to Germany.    I go

Chapter 1    “Hey do you think it is alright to daydream while cooking? Hmm Anna?” I look up at the old woman who said that. Ten years of being here, and I am still not used to Madame Golden. She is the cook of our small hide out.      “I would be mental. I am sorry granny. I just, I remember that day ten years ago. The day that Momma and Daddy saved me.” The older woman smiles amusedly.      “Is that all? Well, I understand where you are coming from. With me being a shape shifter, no one wanted me. It was right after the great bombing of this damn country. There was something in the bomb that when certain ch

  Prologue~     I am rocking back and forth feeling the world around me crumble. I don’t know what I had done wrong. I just thought that I would try and spread my small wings and try to remove the pain I felt. People looked at me like I was a monster, but I don’t feel as though I am. I have always had these small, vermillion-feathered wings. I even thought that others had them. How was I supposed to know?      Oh right, school. I am too poor to go to school. I can’t even afford lodging. Then again, most people can’t. This is the new world after all. Wonderful what a couple of bombs and a world war can do to the land

I wake up at the exact same time every morning at 4:44 AM. I try so hard to catch my breath, but my world just freezes as I think it over. The dream, or shall I say, my memory, still haunts me as it has since I was 5. I am now 17. For twelve years have I woken up from the chilling thing that will forever haunt me. What is this thing, this memory, you wonder? Well, I suppose I should just get to telling you of the cursed thing. July 13, 2002    A girl with long flowing platinum blonde hair, fair porcelain skin, and large blue eyes was working in her families kitchen the size that could be compared with a closet. This girl lived with her famil

My dragon statue, sitting in it's purple glory Sirens echoing through the woods Another page to this endless story Continuing to be misunderstood These words resonate A drumming in my soul and heart Nothing great to celebrate The past ripping me apart No one wants to call No one will talk The world around continues to fall I just simply walk Those people claim me to be a demon And they the people of God I just cannot find the reason to smile and carry on... This is the echo of the past This is the endless cry for love Today just moves too fast The light like a glorious dove My future, I cannot see The people I once (and still) knew Hatef

I'm going away for a while But I'll be back Don't try to follow me 'Cause I'll return as soon as possible See, I'm trying to find my place But it might not be here where I feel safe            You watch as the blonde, strong German gets pestered about not drinking beer, yet again. You sigh, feeling your busted heart thump hard in your chest. You were in love with the country. You had been ever since three years ago.              How did you come to meet the Countries? Well, you started off as that poor girl lying in an alleyway bleeding half to death in the dark of night. That same night, a strange man with white hair and blood red ey