Often times, the hardest thing to see, is what is truly reflected in the mirror. I looked at the clouded mirror in front of me, the steam of the shower obscuring its clarity. I swiped my hand over the misty piece of glass, the beads of water rolling across my hands like satin. I smiled at the image reflecting back at me: damp silver hair, sharp red eyes, well-developed chest and arms, droplets of water rolling slowly off them and dripping onto the floor. As usual, I was looking awesome today. I grabbed a fluffy white towel and rubbed my wet hair r

PrussiaxMale!Reader by Italia19, literature

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PrussiaxMale!Reader

You drop your bag on the floor before dropping down onto the couch next to it. Today has so far been like any other day. You just got back from school, barely making it there on the bus, and basically going through all your classes half awake. A loud sound comes from your stomach and you pull yourself back up, disturbed by the sound and willing to cut your nap short because of it. Searching through the kitchen you pull out a cup of instant ramen and start to heat up some water for it. Your stomach growls again impatiently as you pour the dangerously hot contents into the styrofoam bowl. You manage to make it to the table before scarfing down

Though I may depart, you shall remain by Aris-Falcon, literature

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Though I may depart, you shall remain

You know, being a country isn't easy. That's a fact, you cannot love someone unless that person is also like you. Let me tell this story about this big country name Russia who fell in love with the most precious person. But there are reasons why he couldn't and shouldn't be with you. You were a mortal. He was a country, Even if a million arrows and bullets hit him - he will never die. Even so, he will regenerate and wake up alive again. But dead inside. But Love is powerful, too powerful to ignore but also... .... Too painful to keep. -- Mr. Russia was a man that no one ever thought of being a family man, let alone being a lo

RussiaxReader: The lonely ones by Altofox, literature

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RussiaxReader: The lonely ones

"Now I don't want you doing this again, you hear? If you do you'll be in big trouble!" "Yeah yeah..." You rolled your eyes at the tall Russian man in front of you as he scolded you, the man that had taken over your country just recently and decided to made you a subordinate of his. He had caught you snooping around in his room, looking for stuff that you needed. Well, might need at some point. Who knows, that unused keychain might save your life at some point in some way. Or that fancy leather book jacket might come in handy somehow. You didn't know, the possibilities were endless really. You'd had this problem for as long as you could rem

AmericaxReader by findmyface, literature

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AmericaxReader

Ludwig drove up to the school and stopped the car; he turned around to his little sister (Name), “See you at home okay?” “Alright Luddy, see you at you guys at home.” “Later sis,” Gilbert her other older brother, the eldest one, said from the passenger seat. “Bye Gil.” She exited the car and shut the door. She waved to her brothers and they drove away off the high school, they were in their junior year and (Name) was in the seventh grade, in middle school. She walked up to her school there were many children in front commuting with watch other, people copying each other’s homework,

An Awesome Specimen: Prussia x Reader by 666kurai, literature

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An Awesome Specimen: Prussia x Reader

Bored out of your mind in double bio, you had a terrible substitute. The type that won’t let you leave the classroom, and will actually take your phone or iPod or the occasional fancy calculator away and won’t give it back. She wouldn’t even let you leave the classroom to get more homework, and you had finished the dinky little busy work in the first ten minutes of class. Most of the kids were talking quietly, which surprisingly the sub didn’t seem to care about, but you were in the class with no friends. So you were stuck in here for the next hour and a half or so, and you had actually started to read the textbook. F

Innocent (Germany x Reader) by RetroFridge, literature

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Innocent (Germany x Reader)

(Germany x Reader) She was strong, but she was alone. She stood tall, but never felt so low. Her people were bold, but separate. It was centuries ago when she was born-no-created. If there had not been a name, the others would simply call her by the most obvious trait she held. Innocence. Years had worn her and the others betrayed her. Trust was not an ability she had anymore. A past of pain wrecked her memory and heart. It was a war that changed the innocence of a child into the cold ruthless adult she was now. Countless countries had tried to claim her for their own and use her for a way to overcome the others. When she rejected any a

ReaderxRomano by maniac19, literature

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ReaderxRomano

Lovino Vargas was squirming in his seat. "Jesus Christ, Grandpa, can't you drive any faster?!" "Lovino, I'm already going 20 miles over the speed limit. Calm down." "Ve~, fratello, I'm sure _______ isn't going anywhere. She's probably just as excited to see you!" Lovino was growing even more impatient by the second. After being gone for two months in Italy, he wanted to see his best friend, _______! But, still a good forty minutes from his home, all he could do was wait. He could still remember when he first met _______, back in his freshman year of high school. FLASHBACK!! WOO~ WOO~WOO~!!! ----------------------------------------------

GermanyXReader - Do you even drink bro? by Kay-Love-Pain17, literature

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GermanyXReader - Do you even drink bro?

GermanyXReader - Do you even drink bro? “Barraaaarrrrrrrrrrr Giiilbert………..what have you doneeee to meeeeeee?!” You groaned out as you lay on the coach in the Beilschmidt house. The oldest of the Beilschmidts invited you over to hang out because you guys were tots-bffs. That and the albino black mailed you to come over or he would spill the beans to Ludwig that you had a huge thing for him. But you were pretty sure he already had an idea. And what were you to do? So you now you sit on the couch with an upset stomach and about four bottles of heavy German beer next to you. “You know I can’t driii

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