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A Deleted Poem: Part 1 (PrussiaxReader)A Deleted Poem: Part 1
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Gift for A-Lovely-Anxiety

You scrolled through your old stories and poems written on your computer, smirking at some of the most dramatic poems from your middle school years.

A forgotten boyfriend who moved away, the guy of your dreams who never caught your eye, anorexia, bulimia, suicide.

Some of the pieces brought tears to your eyes as you looked back at your painful years as a teenager. Angrily wiping away tears, you selected all of the works and hovered over a single button.

Delete.

It was as easy as that. If you deleted them, they'd never be able to haunt you again. But, at the same time,

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“I’m not hungry,” you pouted.

Antonio heaved a heavy sigh, “Come on, (F/n)! Just try a bite of it!”

Groaning, you pushed away whatever fatty dessert the Spaniard was trying to shove into your face now. “Toni, please,” you deadpanned, looking him in the eye, “I’m on a diet.”

He folded his arms over his chest and gave up, though the rest of your little group caught what you said and took it in a slightly different way.

“Wait, (F/n),” Gilbert said, touching your arm, “What do you mean, ‘you’re on

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With the faintest shadow of a smile of your young face, you looked back at the papers and answered the question you had heard only seven years ago, when you were a junior in high school.

You didn’t even need to look at your answer key to tell the girl where to look. “Try the second paragraph on page 496.”

She flashed you a soft smile

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You woke up, not very surprised to find yourself in the same position as always. You were laying on your stomach, arms folded under your cheek, with the heavy weight of your boyfriend’s head on your lower back. His soft, white hair tickled the bare skin where your shirt that you had stolen from him had ridden up a bit, and one of his hands was slid under that shirt to embrace your stomach. The other held your hip and when he woke up a few moments after you he rubbed soft circles into the flesh of your back, pressing a gentle kiss to the bare skin.

“Guten Morgen, Liebling,” he murmured into

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Your boyfriend, Matthias, called your attention from your spot in your shared bedroom out to the living room.

"(F/n)!" he called you again, sounding urgent.

Tripping out of your bed, you scrambled through the halls to where you heard his voice. Finally skidding into the living room, your (e/c) eyes searched for the gravity defying blonde hair of your boyfriend.

He was sitting backwards on the couch, blue eyes watching you carefully. "Look," he grinned, showing you a danish that was in his hand, "it's a Danish," he pointing to himself, "eating a danish."

Trying not to smile, you shook your head at the fo

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A dog was trotting towards you.

Not something insanely peculiar seeing as a lot of people walked their dogs down the path. What bothered you was the fact that you couldn't find the animal's owner.

You lowered yourself to the ground and called the hou

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Alfred F. Jones. The Alfred F. Jones. The star football player, everyone's best friend, the student council president. That Alfred F. Jones.

Not that there was any other, you just had to be 100% sure you weren't mistaken when the tall, tan, handsome blonde boy with stunning cornflower blue eyes hidden behind his wire glasses asked for your help with a question on the History handout that your teacher had given you.

His voice was low when he leaned over to your desk, a broad grin on his handsome face. "Can you help me with number 12?"

You didn't know why he was being q

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Arthur sighed and slumped his chin against the heel of his hand. A small farmer and his family had waited in a line for most of the day and the previous night, just to ask the king if he could possibly lower his taxes. Like that could ever happen.

However, the current king was fair and just, so he didn't send the man off with guards at his heels. Instead, the bearded man leaned forward in his chair, danger twinkling in his eyes. "I will raise and lower the taxes as I feel fit. I would suggest now that you take your loved ones and leave. Thank you."

Still shaking, the farme

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You could hear a crash, followed by the running footsteps of your older brother. The scrawny 21-year-old stared at you with wide red eyes and a bright

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Sighing a bit, you shifted the phone to your other ear, trying to arrange your bed half decently. “Hello?”

“(F/n)!&rd

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Regaining your senses and now a bit more awake, you once more took up your search for what your recognized to be your phone. Briefly checking the name, you pressed ‘Accept’ and held the phone to your ear.

“Are you alright?” you asked the nervous boy on the other end of the call, “Do you need m

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"Meet me at the park in Old Town, by the gazebo, at 8:30 tonight."

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The couple had been dating for awhile, nearing three years, and the stern German man had grown accustomed to her happy and uncaring ways. She would sing loudly in the shower, squeal at the sight of other people's dogs and/or babies, and wasn't afraid to say the truth; whether it be that a top looks bad on a friend or that she doesn't like what a person was

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Made nervous by the person behind you, you quickly rushed up the ramp and hoped that you wouldn't encounter whoever it was again.

Once up the ramp, you rushed into your room and slammed the door shut behind you. Finally alone, you sighed and slouched against the heavy door. Your moment of silence was interrupted by a gentle knocking on your door.

You jumpe

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Rocking around the Christmas Tree
at the Christmas party hop
Mistletoe hung where you can see
Ev'ry couple tries to stop

Rocking around the Christmas Tree
Let the Christmas Spirit ring
Later we'll have some pumpkin pie
and we'll do some caroling

-Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree

"Oh _______________~!" a sing-song voice called, "look what I found." You turned around in horror to find Prussia waving a piece of mistletoe back and forth. "Pucker up!"
You ran as fast as you could around the crowds of guests. Gilbert, the human personification of Prussia, the ex-nation, was chasing you around Alfred's party with the dreaded mistletoe.
"

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"I'm a gentleman." "I was just being nice." "I wasn't flirting with her, just being considerate."

All of his stories that made you fall for him.

"I one time had to swim laps in my jeans." "I was so scared for her." "And then the lights went out."

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It was all a lie.

"I tried calling you!"

You had been so foolish to believe her.

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All of her questions that made you feel susp

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A Deleted Poem: Part 2 (PrussiaxReader)

by ~vengefulamber, Jan 7, 2013, 9:00:31 PM
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A Deleted Poem: Part 2
PrussiaxReader
Gift for A-Lovely-Anxiety

When Gilbert did arrive, you were sitting on your couch like nothing had happened. He burst through the door, red eyes wide and coated in frantic worry.

"Hey Gil," you said from the sofa, lazily waving a hand in the air. The red-eyed German stood frozen in your doorway for a moment, shocked.

Finally moving again, the man quickly changed his whole demeanor back to his usual obnoxious self. "What's up?" he asked, voice back to normal levels.

Your eyes stayed glued to the television in front of you. "Not much," you muttered as you felt him sit next to you, "just watching TV."

The two of you sat in silence and watched the show until it ended, then a quiet click was heard as Gilbert shut off the TV. You looked at him, curious as to why he would cut the power. He was staring at you, expression solemn and serious. Which, in all honesty, scared you.

Gently, he took your hands in his and brought them in between the two of you. "Hey, (F/n)," he said, voice quiet and reassuring as his thumbs gently rubbed the backs of your hands, "can I tell you a secret?"

After a moments hesitation, you nodded and shifted closer. Gilbert did the same, placing his lips just over your ear. His shallow breaths filled your mind and you briefly wondered what he'd tell your when you felt a kiss pressed to the top of your cheek, right by your ear. Another followed after a short pause, lower down on your face, and the slow trail of kisses stopped at the corner of your lips.

"You're never alone, you know that?" His face was mere centimeters from yours, breath hot on your already flushed face, "You will never be alone. I'll always be right-" he gently kissed your lips, pulling away after a second, "here."

Confused and flustered more than you could believe, you numbly felt yourself nod before Gilbert smiled at you, something beyond your comprehension of the albino male reflecting in his crimson eyes.

He stared at you a second longer before speaking again. "I'm gonna kiss you now, okay?"

"O-okay," you whispered, tone even with his.

Ever so carefully, he tilted your chin up slightly with his long fingers and lowered his lips to yours. "On three?" he whispered.

You nodded and swallowed hard. "One."

"Two."

He waited for you to continue the countdown, "T-two and a half," you muttered, nerves forcing your head back down.

Gilbert quickly pulled your face back up to meet his.

"Three."
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"And do you, Gilbert Beilschmidt, take, (F/n) (L/n) to by your lawful wedded wife, for as long as you both shall live?"

He nodded with a bright smile, eyes glued to you. "I do."

"Then, by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife." The row of seated family members and friend let out a little cheer. "You may kiss the bride."

With a smile on his lips and immense joy in his eyes, Gilbert lifted a veil the color of his snowy hair away from your face. "On three?" he whispered fondly.

"One."

"Two."

You grinned up at your new husband, "Two and a half."

A wave of nostalgia passed over his features before he grinned again. "Three!"