PrussiaxReader - Dirty Dishes Part5Blip, blip blip, blip, blipThe steady beeping of heart monitors roused your sedated brain to consciousness.Blip, blip, blip, blip, blipIt felt as though your head was stuffed with cotton wool everything was warm and fuzzy, and you felt sort of disconnected from your own body. You couldn't feel anything, though your drug-pumped brain couldn't process why.You slowly started to regain feeling in your limbs, and were alerted to a slight pressure building on your upper left arm. Keeping your eyes firmly shut, you listened to the whoosh of the blood-pressure machine as it deflated quietly.As you silently took stock of the new
PrussiaxReader - Dirty Dishes"But I hate chores!"You just sighed and rolled your eyes, throwing a feather duster at Gilbert's head in annoyance. If he insisted on living with you, the least he could do was pitch in and help clean the place."I don't care!" you countered, dragging him back into the kitchen by the back of the albino's T-shirt. "You live here, you'll help keep it clean!""You can't force the awesome me to do such menial tasks!" Gilbert proclaimed, latching his legs around the leg of the table. "It's not epic enough!"Growling, you dropped the pompous nation on his back and grabbed a dish cloth from the nearby sink, dumping it on his head. Spluttering,
PrussiaxReader - ConvincingIt was pretty late at night probably around ten or so and you laid on your bed, reading your current favourite book before you went to sleep. As always, you lay in your trademark unusual position legs hanging off of the side of your mattress and your head in the opposite direction of your pillow.You turned the page, eyes scanning the small inky letters flowing across the paper you so carefully balanced between your hands. You were distracted by your reading by the sound of bare feet padding over the wooden floor of the passageway running past your bedroom. Tilting your head backwards, you were presented with the sight
PrussiaxReader - Dirty Dishes Part 6Oh Gott.Oh Gott oh Gott oh Gott.You'd been shot. Here Gilbert was, cradling your limp form on the damp grass in a growing pool of your own blood. He watched in horror as the bullet hole in your shirt was stained with blood. The stain continued to grow."Look at me, ______. I'm right here – look at me!" Gilbert had never used such a pleading tone before in his life. It had never had a reason or a chance to peek out from under his awesome persona.But now he was desperate. More desperate than he had ever been."_____, please keep your eyes open," ruby red orbs brimmed with unshed tears. The albino had never cried, and had never thought h