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You pushed open the door to Germany's house. “Guten Tag, bros!” You greeted, slamming the door behind you. You were immediately forced into a hug by Italy. “Ciao, bella!” He smiled.
“Hey, Pasta.”
Italy pulled out of the hug and looked at you curiously. “Pasta? Where?”
You laughed. “I meant, you, Italy.”
“Why you call me pasta?”
“Because, as they say, you are what you eat.” You answered.
“Oh, well that makes sense. I LOVE pasta! In fact...” Italy skipped off into the kitchen at the same time Prussia was coming out.
“So you are what you eat, huh?” He smirked, pulling his arm around your waist. “Funny, I don't ever remember eating a sexy beast.”
You rolled her eyes. “Whatever, Gil. Wanna hang out today?”
“You had me at blowjob.”
“Wha...? But I didn't...”
Prussia put a finger over your mouth, silencing you. “Shhh. Don't speak.”
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Prussia x Reader - Awesome Confession
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...Prussia.
Gilbert was… annoying, for lack of a better word.
Not ‘annoying’ as in you wanted to beat him up all the time – though you would admit, there were occasions where you felt a good smack was necessary – but ‘annoying’ as in you could tolerate him, but if you had the choice, you’d prefer not to have to deal with Gilbert’s constant rants of ‘awesomeness’.
How your albino friend got into the habit of calling himself awesome every five minutes, you’d never know.
“Mein Gott, I am so awesome!”
’And there he goes,’ you thought with a
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Ski Lift Date [Prussia x Reader]
A cold shiver ran down your back, you could feel the cold nipping at your skin. The tip of your nose turned a pink as Jack Frost's kisses met your warm skin. You shook your head free of the powdered snow that took residence on top of your hat. You placed your warm knit mitten over your ears, a sigh escaped your cold lips as heat immediately returned to your ears.
You leaned over the side of the ski lift, your eyes widened at the sudden realization of how far up you were. You shrunk back into the seat, the only thing between you and your possible death was a small seatbelt.
The man-child who sat beside you however did not seem fazed by the h
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7mih Germany
"Hej, (f/n)! Do jou vant to try?" Prussia snickered, interrupting the girl's conversation with her sister Sicilia, Spain and France.
"Sure-a!" Nodded the (colour)ette, who was the personification of Rome, the italian capital.
"Jou should try to go for zhe rope!" Gilbert whispered so that no one else could hear.
The girl blushed lightly and nodded at her albino friend; she inserted her hand in the bag and started shuffling around the items in search for the one she was suggested to pick. Finally, after a few seconds, she felt it, the rope.
'A rope! Oh god, why me?' Thought the italian girl, pulling the item out of the bag as she remembered HIS
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This was another request from my sister. Just for the "sexy beast" line. The rest was all my idea. Thank you iFunny.
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Are you calling me a dick, Gil?