PrussiaxReader- I'll See You Agian, I Promise by German-Idiota, literature
Literature
PrussiaxReader- I'll See You Agian, I Promise
'How long has it been, Since I've seem him...?', You sighed, examining the hand,-
you reached above your head, as you laid flat on your back, surrounded by the blankets,
and pillows, scattering your bed.
Your best-friend, Gilbert Beilschmidt, had been gone for years. You couldn't help but
sulk from the emptiness, and loneliness, even to this day. He was practically torn away,
from you. He left, not saying where, just left. That last day, at the air-port, you bawled-
your eyes out, all while Gilbert rubbed your back, and promised to see you again.
You sighed, sitting up in bed, so you could go downstairs into th
Purple and pink light washed across the deck as the sun slowly drifted down below the horizon. Finland sat nearly perfectly still on the edge of the deck, his legs hanging limply off the edge, only inches above the little yellow flowers that grew in the garden plot below.
He lightly squeezed his hand which had ensnared another hand in its grasp. He looked to his side and smiled softly.
Sweden just smiled, although one could scarcely call it that, back. Finland knew it was a smile. He'd been with Sweden too long to not know. Finland looked out, watching Sealand and Hana-tamago run around near the perimeter of the yard, yelling and barking
Tino smiled to himself as he squirmed further into the comfort of the couch, his feet up and a cool silk blanket cuddled up against his chest and over his knees. It was noon and he was awarded for his thus far hard work with a bit of piece and quiet. His favourite cartoon was playing on the TV, Hanatamago was sleeping, and his two favourite men in the whole wide world had gone out for ice-cream.
He was surprised when he heard the front door be pushed open, followed by the heavy, lugging steps that could only be his partner. Maybe they had forgotten something, because they hadn't left all that long ago. Berwald stepped into the living room an
Snakebite (GerIta) by dreameroftheblue, literature
Literature
Snakebite (GerIta)
It was a positively perfect day outside. The birds, free from their winter stupor, soared eagerly from tree to tree and sang cheery songs about the impending spring and summer; green sprouts began to poke out of the ground, hinting at later blooms; and the sun smiled radiantly above it all without a single cloud to hinder its heat. Germany took this as the perfect day to exercise, and there was no way he was letting Italy sleep through it.
“Italy,” he tried.
Not a stir.
“Italy,” Germany warned. “The sun is shining, it’s warm out and if you don’t get up right now I swear I’m going to throw