Nothing.-Prussia x Deaf!Reader by funkylime123, literature
Literature
Nothing.-Prussia x Deaf!Reader
Notɧiƞg. –Prussia x Deaf!Reader
[I wanted words…]
Speaking. An idea entirely conceptual to you, and yet you loved it. You loved the way a pair of cracked lips danced gracefully across a vowel, the way a tongue curled around a letter. The words enticed you, but the magic in them faded once a pencil scratched one onto paper. You wanted to hear the fast hiss of the ‘H’, you wanted to pronounce the tonal sound of the ‘A’. The moving of lips choked you, drowned you in the taunting closeness. Other people spoke and screamed and sang like it was natural-and yet it was natural, but you weren’t.
Dear [Name] (Old!America x Old!Reader) by XxViidGamexX, literature
Literature
Dear [Name] (Old!America x Old!Reader)
Dear [Name] .::Songfic::.
(Old!America x Old!Reader)
The birds were signing, the sun was strong and standing proud in the bright blue afternoon sky. You were sitting in your garden, outside, on a very comfy, padded chair, and your husband, Alfred, was sitting right next to you, in a similar chair. Both of you were silent, listening to nature's sounds. Just like the day you first met.
"Dear [Name], do you remember, when you were young and very pretty?" asked the blonde, in a raspy voice, looking over at you.
"I do" you replied, in a raspy voice as well, looking back at him.
"I remember pleated skirts, black and white saddle shoes... Do
Semicolon (EnglandxReader) by vengefulamber, literature
Literature
Semicolon (EnglandxReader)
Semicolon
EnglandxReader
The high-pitched ringing of Arthur Kirkland’s phone woke him up in the silence of the night and, glaring at the obnoxious device, he quickly answered it while rubbing his duly throbbing temples. An irritated “Hello?” was muttered from his end as he stared at the numbers on his alarm clock. It was nearly midnight.
“Mr. Kirkland?” a quiet voice stuttered into the receiver and Arthur felt his fatigue disappear.
Furrowing his thick brows, he swallowed, “Yes. Who is this?”
The hushed voice didn’t answer. “I- I know that you gave us your number with the intent of
To Gilbert, With Love [Prussia x Male!Reader] by xTsu-chan, literature
Literature
To Gilbert, With Love [Prussia x Male!Reader]
Dear Prussia,
How are you? Are you unchanged? As for me, I have recently released a new brand of beer. If you give me a reasonable amount of how much you want, I will send you and your brother some.
Sincerely,
[Country Name]
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Dear [country name],
Hey frau! Ja, I'm still as awesome as ever., what the hell is that supposed to mean? And a reasonable amount? Hmm.. Maybe.. fifty cases of thirty? Would that be under 'reasonable'? I say so. The awesome me can drink most of that by myself! West might want some though.. So maybe a hundred cases? That would be awesome! How have things been over there?
Sincerely,
The Awesome Prussia
SpainxReader Anything by Deikus-is-hellbound, literature
Literature
SpainxReader Anything
He remembers when he was young, when the grass grew tall and the days stretched out into endless moments of passion. He remembers hiding in the tall brush, watching, waiting. He crouched low, pulling one large strand of grass aside, and gasped as decadent beauty graced his innocent eyes from between the leafy green strands. There she was, walking along the path with a beautiful orange lily perched in her hair, with petals spread wide like the sun. She glowed. He was certain of it. She was an angel. That he remembered well. She smiled, bending over to pick a Gazania flower. Her breathtaking beam commanded sunlight down through his chest and st
Bad Day [France x Reader] - Drabble by Hairbun503, literature
Literature
Bad Day [France x Reader] - Drabble
Enjoy this drabble-ish type thing. If you're having a bad day, I'd suggest reading this fic.
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Francis sauntered into the room, a dashing grin on his face, and a fresh rose in his hand. He noticed you, sitting alone at a table in the corner, and a frown flashed across his face. Well, that wouldn’t do at all. He made his way over to where you were, sitting across from you, giving you that infectious smile.
You didn’t even notice.
He sighed, his blue eyes softening for a moment. “Bounjour, my dear~” he sang.
You [e/c] eyes slow