AmericaxReader - Leave Right Now by Ravens-of-Rome, literature
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AmericaxReader - Leave Right Now
Well, I’m here just like I said,
Though it’s breaking every rule I’ve ever made,
My racing heart is just the same,
Why make it strong to break it once again?
“_____?”
_____ turned her head at the familiar voice, her stomach flipping at the sight of its owner. His cerulean eyes stared into hers, and she mirrored his look of astonishment. She sat frozen in her seat, her fingers delicately wrapped around the plastic coffee container on the table in front of her. There was prolonged silence before _____ let out a simple and quiet, “Oh.”
Alfred opened his mouth to speak, but his mind drew a blank.
Colorblind!PrussiaxReader - Iridescent by Ravens-of-Rome, literature
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Colorblind!PrussiaxReader - Iridescent
“Um, _____, what are we doing at the pier in the middle of winter?”
_____ smiled knowingly as she guided Gilbert by the hand. Her eyes glanced briefly at both her watch and the sun descending toward the horizon, and she grinned at the accuracy of her timing. “You’ll see.”
The pair trekked down the shoreline of the lake, the frosted grass crunching underneath their shoes, until _____ gradually came to a halt. Gilbert looked at her skeptically and asked, “Alright, what’s this about?”
_____ didn’t answer, but instead dove her hand into her bag and extracted a black glasses case. Holdin
GermanyxAbused!ReaderxPrussia - Oh, Sinners (9) by Ravens-of-Rome, literature
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GermanyxAbused!ReaderxPrussia - Oh, Sinners (9)
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil:
For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies:
Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life. . .
“_____, would you like to see if they are done?”
I stepped toward Mr. Beilschmidt, who stood at the stove holding a fork with a few limp spaghetti noodles wrapped around its prongs. I happily took him up on his offer and coaxed the slippery noodles into my mouth with my teeth. After a short moment
GermanyxAbused!ReaderxPrussia - Oh, Sinners (8) by Ravens-of-Rome, literature
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GermanyxAbused!ReaderxPrussia - Oh, Sinners (8)
Oh, sinners, let’s go down,
Down to the valley to pray.
I sat quietly as I listened to two attorneys argue about me and my parents’ fate. My parents were seated at a table ten or twelve feet to my left, and the Beilschmidts sat in the row of seats directly behind me. It was a battlefield disguised as a courtroom, and the battle was for custody of me.
My parents’ lawyer was currently making a rather convincing statement on their behalf, stretching the truth further and further with every word. I wanted to stand up and refute him, but I knew I couldn’t, not yet.
It finally came time for my side of the story, and I
GermanyxAbused!ReaderxPrussia - Oh, Sinners (6) by Ravens-of-Rome, literature
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GermanyxAbused!ReaderxPrussia - Oh, Sinners (6)
Oh, sinners, let’s go down,
Down to the valley to pray.
“Okay, now slowly ease forward—”
My body—along with the body of everyone else in the vehicle—was sent forward as the student driver floored the gas pedal. Our teacher subsequently slammed on the brakes on the passenger side. It was probably the fourth time it happened.
“Sorry, teach!” said the classmate at the wheel. “I haven’t been able to practice in a while.”
I had to suppress a sigh. Even I can drive better than her, I thought, and I never get any extra practice.
After approximately five more whiplash-inducin
GermanyxAbused!ReaderxPrussia - Oh, Sinners (4) by Ravens-of-Rome, literature
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GermanyxAbused!ReaderxPrussia - Oh, Sinners (4)
Oh, sinners, let’s go down,
Down to the valley to pray.
I was sent backward before Dad took my face in his large hand and rammed my head into the wall. I sank to the floor, my vision blurring, while he shoved me in various directions with his booted foot. In the meantime, Mom sat on the couch sipping from her coffee mug, calmly watching the scene unfold. She would say something every now and then to try and prove a point, but I’d learned a long time ago not to trust the bullshit that came out of her mouth.
The last thing I remember before I blacked out was Dad hissing, “Piece of shit.” He pushed my head again with