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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 Part5Blip, blip blip, blip, blip
The steady beeping of heart monitors roused your sedated brain to consciousness.
Blip, blip, blip, blip, blip
It 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 Part4The music blaring out of the various foot-high speakers dotted around the acoustics centre rendered you deaf to all other noise not that you were paying attention to the outside world, anyway. You had been locked in this room for what felt like days, in your own little world as you mixed a new CD for your Music practical exam. Between majoring in both Art and Music, you barely had any time left to think these days!
They had said to make an entire CD featuring music that reflected your current emotional situation, so yours was full of heavy beats, big bass effects and a whole lot of fancy techno beats. The entire CD was completely devo
PrussiaxReaderxEngland for carlslover"Look Gil, it's not working."
Your soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend gave you a questioning look, his expression confused. "What are you talking about?"
You sighed, running a hand over your face and mentally preparing yourself for what you were about to do. It was for the best the both of you would be better off when it was done.
"Gil, I'm not going to give you the whole 'it's-not-you-it's-me' speech, because that's not how it is," you leaned back against the arm of the couch you were sitting on. It was breaking your heart to see him so confused, but it was something that had to be done. "I've seen the way you look at Elizabeta-"
PrussiaxReader - Dirty Dishes Part3You swore it, one day you'd have him trained.
"GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT, YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE THIS TIME!"
You bolted down the dimly-lit hallway in pursuit of your runaway roommate/boyfriend, holding at least three dirty bathroom towels in your clenched fist.
"I already told you, _______! I'M TOO AWESOME FOR THOSE DAMN CHORES YOU WANT ME TO DO ALL THE TIME!"
Gilbert could only laugh almost hysterically as you skidded after him as he turned a sharp corner. You swore under your breath as you glared after the childish German.
Doubling your speed he was uncharacteristically fast when he wanted to get out of something you
Cabin FeverThe thunderous roar of the rain and cracks of lightning illuminating the sky outside were nearly deafening in the stone corridors of the old castle. The storm pounded against the windows, rattling them in their panes. Stray droplets of water had managed to work their way through the centuries-old masonry, and dribbled down the walls to collect in damp puddles on the floors. Candles fixed in cast-iron brackets flickered in the slight draught slipping in through the gaps in the doors. Overall, it was not a day that had Anna in high spirits.
Holed up in the living room with a fire burning warmly in the hearth, she slumped in one of the plush re
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