The KeyTitle: The KeyFandom: HetaliaAuthor: kiraWords: 100Characters: Prussia (Gilbert Beilschmidt), mention of Frederick IIRating: GSummary: Prussia findsPrussia dumped the box of keys on the desk. They clattered onto the wood with a metallic tinkle. Each one held a special meaning for him. He sifted through them; looking for one in particular, fear gripping his heart that he had lost the one that meant the most to him, until he found it. Holding the key in his hand, he sighed softly. It was the key to Frederick II’s private chambers. Prussia smiled as he recalled all the fun they had had together during Frederick’s lifetime along with the sorrow. Closing his eyes, the memories washed over him.
Of Memories and MusicTitle: Of Memories and MusicAuthor: kira Prompt: SpiritCharacter(s): Prussia, mention of Frederick IIWord Count: 763Rating: PGSummary: Prussia spends the day wandering around Sans Souci, remembering his past with Old Fritz…Author’s note: Thanks go out to my beta, Jen, for looking this over and giving me a title.Prussia walked around the grounds of Sans Souci with the other tourists. It was the first time he had been back since his beloved Fritz had been laid to rest beside his beloved dogs in the courtyard after centuries of being interred elsewhere. As he walked long, he felt as though all he had to do was stop and turn around, and he would see Frederick standing there, his dogs at his heels. Prussia could hear him in his head entreating him to hurry up as he wanted to go riding. He sighed softly. Frederick’s spirit seemed to haunt his steps and it left him feeling sad and lonely, the old feelings of l
Lesson in LifeTitle: Lesson in LifeCharacters: Prussia, Crown Prince Frederick (aka Old Fritz as a young teen)Challenge: Challenge 14: FamilyBonus Words: loud, quiet, hug, pokeRating: PG13 for Prussia’s potty mouthSummary: The Crown Prince hates his father and gets a bit of comfort from his beloved Country…Author’s note: Inspired by ChibiStarr’s “Dip Your Feather Wisely” whose Prussia/Old Fritz fics got me to LOVE this pairing in all its forms.For ChibiStarr, whose series “Dip your Feather Wisely” got me to fall in love with these two and their special relationship…888“Hey Prussia…” Prince Frederick said softly. He sat in the window seat, quietly reading a book.“My prince?” Prussia replied. He was busy writing in his diary, while supposedly overseeing the young crown prince’s studies. When Frederick didn’t reply, he finished putting down his thoughts on pa
FranceXReader: RumorsHis name is Francis Bonnefoy and you know how people see him: spun gold hair and azure eyes, wandering hands and a teasing voice. He’s beautiful, light and airy, misunderstood; so much more than the words people pin on him. His name is Francis Bonnefoy and he’s so much more than the whispers that hit his ears, so much more than rumors that leave the mouths of others and swirl in his mind. The whispers that carry whenever he's in sight anger you but you know you can't stop them; people are stubborn and once they've decided on something it's hard to change what they think. People, you've noticed, are so ignorant and simple-minded that it makes your heart pound, makes you blind with rage but you bite your tongue for his sake. He just laughs away the words, bright and airy, chuckles that take your breath away. His hand squeezes yours and you know it's to reassure the both of you, because the words hurt you both but you're the only one who acknowledges it. He pretends he'
Hetalia x Reader: ... I Visit France!… France!Your preference for male company had often been questioned by other female countries; after all, you were often seen talking with, hanging out with, and associating yourself with the BTT, despite your reputation of being an upstanding lady and a popular ally, and personal friend to the more ‘respectable’ countries. The reality of it all was that the BTT were nowhere near as bad as people made them out to be. Not even close.Yes, they loved the ladies (and sometimes even the gentlemen too), but the fact of the matter was that most of the time they didn’t spend their nights out as late as people assumed. They usually ended up on your doorstep with different shaped bottles, with contents of varying alcoholic capacities. To which, you always let them in, and after years of the same routine, had learnt to expect company on Friday and Saturday nights, and therefore always had extra food prepared, and the mental capacity to take any flirtatious gesture and in
| Playgirl |Harem!Hetalia X Reader - Epilogue “It’s time for goodnight kisses~” Feliciano cheered as he entered the room that was built for royalty, the rest of the members of your personal reverse harem following along behind him. Your hands pushed down on the bed that could rival the swimming pool you got for Jacques, and relaxed unto the luxuriously soft bed sheets, the one you now fully remember buying at a shop in Sweden for Berwald, and the goose-down pillows from Finland when you met Timo. The canopy was indeed from a Florida resort when you met Alfred, and the curtains were made from silk imported from Taiwan, the marble floor was fashioned after the ones in Buckingham Palace in England when you met Arthur, and the rest of the room was added to with each new resident you took in. All of the men one after another settled themselves around you on the bed that could hold 50 people. &
Meant to be (2p england reader)Comments Appreciated!!!Stay with meDon't fall asleep too soonThe angels can wait for a momentCome real closeForget the world outsideTonight we're aloneIt's finally you and II laughed as frosting was licked from my face. "Olly! We have to finish making these cupcakes!" I exclaimed to my boyfriend. A cute smile graced his lips and hugged me. The scent of sweet yet masculine cologne reached my nose. "I'm sorry poppet, you are just too cute. I cannot resist how beautiful you look in that apron I made you." he said as I frosted cupcakes. My parents weren't too keen on me datin
France x Reader: The FlingFrancis Bonnefoy would take vacations every year to some random place. He’d stay for about five or six weeks and then leave, never bringing home more than just a souvenir or two for himself and his friends. But not this time.~ ~ ~You lived in a small town. There was nothing at all special about it. The people there were friendly and things were within walking distance. The only recreation it really had was a small movie theater that showed old and new films, a small shopping center, a little jazz/blues café, and a park. People didn’t visit this town for anything other than to visit the park. It was a picture you would see on a postcard – a large pond with blue-purple, snowcapped mountains in the background surrounded by trees that became a rainbow of orange, yellow, and red in autumn. It was peaceful in the town, and that was all you wanted. Your previous life was in the big city, and it proved too fast paced for you. You had been used and abused by so many men