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'
Growing Up: Prussia x ReaderI don’t usually do author’s notes or whatever, but I thought I should let you all know beforehand. When I give their age, or when it says ‘xxx years later’, that’s how old they physically look. Both reader-san and Prussia are nations in this story, but you’d probably get that while reading.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------_______ stared at the boy standing in front of her. He was only slightly taller, but then again, he was five and she was only three.“_______, say hello.” Grandpa Rome chirped quietly, gently nudging the little girl forward. She whimpered in her small toddler voice, but found her courage as she stared directly into the albino boy’s red eyes.“C-ciao, m-my name is _______. What yours?” She managed a cute smile, which the boy returned with a rather wide grin.“I am ze awesome Pr
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
Laughable Protection ( Neko!Reader x 2p!England )You giggled slightly, watching the cats tail swish back and forth, sending fallen leaves back up in the air and onto the pool of grass next to you. It was so cute! It's fur was a cream colour and had brown patches spotting its coat. What you loved most about the feline though was it's startling blue eyes that sparkled every time you laughed. Simply adorable. You lifted the cat onto your lap and fixed your (h/c) (h/l) hair which had mischievously started dangling in front of your eyes."So, little one, want to see something cool?" You asked it, giggling slightly when you got a meow in reply. "Well Kitty, I'm like you, see?" You stated, looking behind you. The Cat watched curiously as you only grinned. Slowly a white tail raised up from behind you and waved playfully at the feline. Your (e/c) eyes gleamed as it started purring in admiration, your hand running through its fur. "It's cool, huh?" You nodded."Playing with OlliCat are you, poppet?" A voice rang out behind you. Your tail lowe