Ludwig Beilschmidt vs. CleverbotUser: Guten Tag. I am Germany. Who are you?Cleverbot: I'm God, who did you think you were talking to?User: What?Cleverbot: So you forgot?User: Forgot what?Cleverbot: Dinner!User: It's not even 4:30 though..Cleverbot: I'm not sure what you mean.User: I'm not sure what you mean, either.Cleverbot: I am a human.User: And I am Ludwig Beilschmidt, also known as Germany.Cleverbot: You are actually an AI.User: No, you are Artificial Intelligence...not very intelligent, however.Cleverbot: I am not an artificial intelligence.User: Correct. Because you are not intelligent.Cleverbot: Can you prove to me that I am not intelli
Hetalia GermanyxReader-Expressions (Excerpt)"What's the matter, Ludwig?" Ludwig pulled his mind back down to Earth and looked up at _____, who looked concerned. "Was?" "You looked mad," she said. "Are you okay?" Ludwig made a puzzled expression. "Of course, I'm alright. Und I'm not angry. I was just thinking. Why do you ask?" "Oh. . ." _____ looked away, embarrassed. "Well, the look on your face wasn't very. . .pleasant. . . And I thought you were mad again. . ." Ludwig raised his eyebrows. "Oh. I see. . ." Awkward silence. "Wanna go grab something to eat?" "Ja."
My Usual Sunday"Yoo-hoo~! Time to get up~!"I hear my mother call out,Piercing through my slumber.I open my eyes,To see my alarm clock,The bright green numbers not so bright,In the morning sun.8:00 AM.I slowly rise,From the warm confines of my bed,And prepare for the day.Sunday.We arrive, as a family, at the church,My father pulling up to the youth building,To drop me off.I open the door,To find that I am late,Friends and acquaintances alike,Sitting quietly in the seats near the altar.The youth pastor speaks,And silence envelops the group.I see one person,My small group leader,Arcelia, Arcee,Smiling happily as
Sometimes...I lie in my old, creaky bed,Curled up under the covers.I glance at the glowing green numbers on my alarm clock.It's still too early for me to get up.Good.I think back on the events of the previous day.I can still see their condescending looks,Still hear their ridicule.I know most are only teasing,But it doesn't change the fact,That it hurts.Sometimes,When they do those things,I want to tell them to stop,But when I do,It only makes it worse.So much worse.When they do those things,I want to run away,To hide in a corner,And cry,And pray that no one finds me,Seeing how completely weak I am.When they do those things,I
Hetalia ScotlandxReader - Stuck In a Box "Oy, _____!" called a familiar voice. _____ turned around to see her friend and long-time crush, Allistor Kirkland, standing with his hands in his pockets. "Oh, hi, Allistor. What's up?" "The ceilin'," he replied curtly, his shoulders rising slightly as he spoke, then relaxing back to their original position. "Gilbert's havin' a party tonight. You comin'?" "A party? Sure! I'd love to!" said _____ with a wide smile. She knew that Gilbert's parties were the best around, despite how crazy and out of control they became. Allistor nodded, making a half-smile. "Great. You want me to pick you up?" A light shade of pink dusted _____'s chee
Hetalia SpainxReader - Stuck In a Box "Antonio Fernandez Carriedo!" The Spaniard turned around at the sound of his name being called. His eyes fell upon _____, his best friend for as long as he could remember (excluding Gilbert and Francis, of course). His lips curled up into a happy smile when he saw her-- even though she was glaring daggers at him. "Hola, bonita," he said with the big grin still on his face. "How have you been?" "Oh, just fine, thank you," she replied, crossing her arms. There was a razor-sharp edge building in her voice. "What's the matter, bonita? You okay?" "Oh, yeah!" She stomped past him angrily, heading inside the house. "Everything's peachy-ke
Hetalia PrussiaxReader - Stuck In a Box "_____! _____!" I turned my head to see my boyfriend, Gilbert Beilschmidt. He was running toward me with his arms flailing in the air. "What is it, Gil?" I asked. "Gilbird's gone missing!" he said, panicked. "Oh, no! Do you want me to help you look for him?" If it were anyone else's pet, I wouldn't have bothered. But it was Gilbird, and he was just so cute that I had to find him-- and he was my boyfriend's bird, after all. Gil nodded. "Ja, thanks." So we looked. And looked. And looked. We looked all through Gil's and Ludwig's house and property, but there was no sign of the little bird. After about an hour of searching, Francis a
He's probably rolling around in his grave at the moment....
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