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Not proofread!! Straight from my notes app so apologies if any grammar mistakes are present. I want him so bad bruzz💔💔once chance prussia plzzzz

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☆ stalkertalia: there’s more!

requested by anon! gender neutral reader. starring . . . italy, china, prussia & germany. warning for stalking behaviors & nsfw (masurbation) hinted in china’s and discussed in germany’s parts. fandom masterlist found here. 📌 . . . author notes: this was fun to write! excited for the german brothers ^_^. i felt so mischievous while writing bc i hinted at quite a bit of things throughout these hcs (mostly just character relations but i’m ngl my personal hcs deff made their way in here). try to figure them all out if you dare!

hiiii, can you please do Wisteria, Rose, Sunflower, Hyacinth and Iris for Prussia?

Sure! Low-key, I think this is one of my favorite characters to write for so far.

Flower Alphabet ~ aph Prussia

Wisteria - What are their kisses like? Sweet? Soft? Intense? Etc.

Gilbert's kisses are always fiery and full of energy. He'll snake his arms around your waist, holding you close. Sometimes, if he's feeling more spontaneous, he'll take hold of your face and plant his lips upon yours, possibly giggling a little into the kiss. A sensation that may give you a case of the giggles as well. His kisses cause you to feel tingles all over and a fire in your chest. They are quite literally energizing.

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So I was reading Phantom of the Opera and some of Erik's descriptions made me think so much of Gil! I remembered how amazing your Hades and Persephone fic was, and I was hoping you could do something with the Phantom too? Thanks so much!!!!

Hello, Anon! I absolutely adored Erik in the book, and now that I read your ask, I can easily see the similarities, too~ I grew up on a weird blend of the book, musical, and both the 2004 and Lon Chaney films; I tried to honor that blend in this a bit, but a majority was pulled from memories of the book. I hope you enjoy, and thank you for your patience~

The theatre was filled to bursting, the audience awed, riveted, mesmerized, your voice weaving an enchantment over hundreds of unsuspecting admirers.

He was proud of you.

Your voice reached him even in the highest and most of isolated rafters, a platform forgotten- abandoned- by the stagehands stationed several stories below. Your voice was full, carrying all of the strength and conviction and passion as the character you were playing.

Gone was the timid spirit he had stumbled upon all those years ago, broken and shattered from loss, left with only the protections of a then-aloof guardian and a firm, dispassionate teacher.

He was drawn to you from that first day, a twist of compassion, of understanding; in spite of your upbringing and (even then) impressive talent, you were still an outsider, your peers and the other students keeping their distance, leery of your background, and some envious even then.

Yes, the companionship and camaraderie would come in time, but in those first few months, he saw the same loneliness and sadness in you he'd once carried so heavily himself, and his heart ached to comfort you.

The first time he spoke to you was purely accidental, a slip of a whisper he prayed you would dismiss as a ghost, or mere imagination. He had grown too comfortable in answering you when you were alone, his voice always near silent as you spoke to your mother, your father, and sometimes the angels themselves.

It was the latter with which you had caught him, crying out with a broken heart after discovering another student had sabotaged your satin slippers, intent on seeing your failure, your embarrassment, and (as likely was the case with that particular little shrew) your dismissal from the school.

But you persevered, successfully completed your performance, never once showing your distress until you were away from the others. It was only then, hidden away in a forgotten practice room that you showed your anger, your sadness, your hopelessness. The mask had fallen, and he was once again struck by the beauty of the fractured soul he admired so deeply.

"Please," you whispered, and it broke his heart to hear it, "I feel so alone."

It ached, being unable to comfort you, seeing your progress and healing of the past few months tested so needlessly. He ached for you; he was angry for you.

"You are not alone."

It was a fleeting, foolish slip, his temper and his longing both getting the better of him. Your sudden silence choked his own breath, his entire body freezing in terror.

For a moment, for an eternity, there was naught but silence.

He didn't dare move, fearful of how even the slightest shift of fabric could give him away, could startle you, could-

"I was half-afraid I had gone mad, speaking with shadows and expecting them to finally reply."

You were... teasing him, only a little, though at the time he was still petrified that you would demand he reveal himself. You had moved closer to the false panel, studying it closely, seeking out any faults that might give away its secrets. For a moment, your eyes were perfectly level with his own, and he feared you could hear his heart racing in his chest.

But soon enough you had drawn away, crestfallen. "Perhaps I have gone mad," you murmured, sighing in defeat. "Perhaps the rumors are true, and you are nothing but a ghost."

Memories of his time spent serving in the court of a distant empire flickered to memory, a rueful sound resembling laughter slipped past his defenses. "Of the many things they may wish and claim me to be, dead is not yet among them."

Your focus once more returned to the panel, and he instinctively took a step back. "Please-" he began, quickly cutting himself off.

Where others would have pressed forward, you paused, then took several steps away from the wall, granting him his distance, a warm sense of appreciation, and another he couldn't name at the time, sparkling to the surface at the warm breath of relieved laughter you released soon after. "You- You're really there."

That moment, one he could still so clearly remember as the peripeteia, the decided, unexpected change to a familiar script, one which would set the trajectory of both of your lives for the next ten years. It would lead to many late nights spent in practice, in conversation, in debates about the literary characters you loved so dearly. "I am always here."

Your aria had drawn to a close, the spell broken by the deafening roar of the audience's applause, and Gilbert was pulled from his memories, unable to conceal his smile.

Brava, Schatz. Bravissima.

He stood to his full height and began to make his way towards the nearby ladder.

For your role, another scene yet remained- a joyful reunion between your character and the valiant hero following the defeat of the jealous villain, a happy end to a romance so riddled with tragedy.

Gilbert needn't see the ending; it was a tale as old as time.

His footsteps were silent and certain, following a path he could traverse in his sleep; he had already paced it many times in his dreams.

Of all the false doors he had constructed in his opera house, there was one he had yet to pass through, one which now loomed before him. The room beyond was bathed in the ethereal golden glow of candlelight, a world outside of the darkness, fueling even more of the torment already plaguing his mind.

He was haunted by his doubts, by his need to... His need to properly introduce himself.

You had risen so high, could fly even higher, could rise above anything the fools in this theatre could ever hope to imagine. With your voice, your grace, your elegance, and your perspicacity, he had no doubts you could soar to a realm where only angels once dare tread. Perhaps it was wrong to want to burden you, to-

Movement on the other side of the glass brought his thoughts once more to a standstill. You were laughing, carefree, glowing with happiness and a brilliant light which followed everyone through the corridors after a triumphant performance. His heart fluttered to see you so beautifully framed, a living portrait he yearned to touch.

He frowned at the thought.

These feelings...

He had cared for you when you first arrived, a deep friendship slowly growing, even as he never allowed you to glance upon him. Slowly, then almost in an erupting whirlwind, those feelings had adapted, deepened, solidified. He was left hoping, wishing...

You were an Angel, in the most benevolent, compassionate of ways, but even an Angel would surely shun a Devil's Child.

For that was what his eyes and his appearance had always been: that of a devil. And surely-

Another figure was entering the room, and you were quick to abandon the comfort of your velvet settee, rushing to embrace-

No.

You were laughing, falling into conversation with an ease that only came-

You were familiar with this... this boy.

Perhaps even intimate, his traitorous thoughts interfered, the herald to the invasive darkness which followed.

It was a cold, bitter thing, rising from the depths, twisting and corrupting his every breath.

He had been careless, allowing you your freedom, allowing you to slip away to the gilded sanctuary of your guardian's maison de ville.

This boy dared to presume he could even look upon you, let alone embrace you, speak with you so candidly, even addressing you by your given name-

Gilbert felt his rage, his envy, grow stronger, even as that bedamned Raoul finally departed for the evening, leaving your bright smile in his wake.

You often called Gilbert your "Angel of Music," a bringer of light to your once dreary and dark days. You used it affectionately, a term of endearment for one you saw as a companion, a compatriot in curiosity.

But much like his namesake, Gilbert was Fallen, cursed, a creature of shadows and Night.

It took so little to pull him back into the Darkness, and now, with the sting of envy plaguing his every thought, Avarice and Doubt whispering in his ear, his ambitions had changed.

You were his.

He would ensure no one else could dare claim you, would have the slightest chance at your heart.

With skill honed from years of practice, Gilbert silently slid open the trap door, his voice carrying over to you in a tone he himself barely recognized. "Insolent boy. The impertinence of him, sharing in our triumph."

You startled at his voice, turning to him instinctively, your eyes widening in disbelief, before you graced him with your brightest smile yet.

Your joy glittered with more radiance than any star in the heavens, but its glimmer eclipsed your awareness, obscuring the darkness in the figure stealing ever closer.

"Hello, Engel."

Thanks for reading!

Special shout-out to @the-scribe-and-her-scribbles for unwittingly inspiring me today to finally sit down and write. She's an amazing writer, and if you haven't checked it out already, I highly recommend her ongoing series It Will Come Back.

A: Appetite ~ Prussia x Reader

It was the gauntlet of all men.

The warrior in every grease bubble that popped as it fried in the pan.

Fried. Boiled. Buttered and split. Sandwiched- souped. Anything and everything could make a wurst a wurst. At least in the German brother household. Almost everyday the smell filled the air- that and their beloved potatoes. Although Name loved both foods just as equally- she couldn’t yet place how her husband and his little bruder could go through a whole bag of them in just one lunch sitting.

She frowned and tousled her hair as she stared at the empty fridge.

Sure she knew they were men, and they tended to eat more. But she couldn’t wrap her mind around how they could eat the whole thing. Ludwig, maybe. He was big bulky and strong. Muscles popped out of his very neck- Gilbert on the other hand… As much as she loved him- As much as she adored her albino husband, He was not to the same caliber as Ludwig. He was skinny and almost lanky- He had muscle and basically not a lick of fat on him. But it wasn’t like Luds Muscle. Gilbert would take off his shirt and you could see his abs and his ribs all in one go- so how in gods green earth did they-

“Ah Allo Name.’

Her thoughts were snapped to attention when her brother in law walked in. She was about to ask him her thoughts when she noticed his attire. Sweaty tank top- shorts and tennis shoes. She arched a brow at him only to yelp when her husband came barreling through the kitchen door- panting but laughing as he always did.

“Shiesse! Dur fast…” He laughed and wiped the sweat from his forehead. His platinum blonde hair stuck to his forehead and the back of his neck in a nasty slick- His clothes were sweaty but not like Luds. Her husband was much more covered then his brother- probably because it was a sunny day out- and Name would put money on the fact that Gilbert probably didn’t put any sunblock on.

Of course.

His outfit consisted of a long sleeved shirt- one runner’s would use. So the cloth was probably thin, But under it contained an even thinner shirt which covered his neck like a turtle top. He was wearing shorts- but had black bands around his knees. He was wearing running shoes as well which was a little odd for her. He loved his combat boots or his fancy dress shoes just as much as Ludwig did- they had some similarities that always threw her for a loop.

Gilbert kept panting and actually placed two hands behind him on his lower back. He gasped for a second and then leant forwards- sweaty hair now dangling towards the floor freestyle. Beads of sweat dribbled off and splashed on the floor for none to hear unless their ears were that good. It was silent- which was rare for Gilbert admittedly. Then Gilbert jerked up fast and held out an open hand- to which Ludwig tossed him an ice cold water bottle from the fridge. It was gone in a matter of seconds.

Gilbert swiped his hand across his mouth one last time and then wrinkled up his nose. He sniffed the sleeve of his shirt, tossed the bottle, and then made a beeline upstairs. His running shoes hit the stairs in an even pattern. It left her standing there with Ludwig who was also finishing up a water bottle. Okay… She knew they worked out and all but this was a little newer. She didn’t even know Gilbert was out of bed already- He WAS NOT a morning person.

“So.. You guys are running now?” Ludwig looked a bit confused, “ Ve always run..”

‘...But not in the morning?” She pointed out as she grabbed a cup from the cupboard and poured herself a cup of hot coffee. She was going to fry up a wurst for breakfast- like a good southern breakfast- but that was shot down when she noticed there wasn’t any.

“Ah…Ja. Vell. Weather changes. I also tend to be too busy in the evening to vork out anymore und Gilbert has been vanting to join back in for a vhile.”

‘....Your not telling me my husband is out of shape are you?” He grinned, “ Not in so little vords. Nein..” He chuckled, grabbed a cup of coffee as well and sat down, sweat and all. She was sure he was itching to shower sas well- Ludwig and Gilbert were known for their OCD, “ Although, if du vere to zay he vas, I vouldn’t correct du.” His grin was cheeky and knowing. Sometimes it was so hard to tell he and Gilbert were related in anyway. Ludwig was up every morning on the dot, dressed and sparkly and just ready for life's problems. Gilbert acted like you tried to shoot him in the middle of war and was ready to sentence you to death if you woke him up before he was ready. People always said Gilbert was a demon or a trouble maker along those lines- and Name hated every time they said such things- But in the mornings? It was sadly true. You never woke up someone who had insomnia. It was like asking for a public skinning in the square.

Ludwig was always soft spoken and listened. Gilbert listened but then laughed as loud and as hard as he could and THEN gave you advice.

There were times she saw it though. Like right now- With Ludwig grinning cheekily like Gilbert did all the time, Or when she walked in the library and there was her husband. He would have his reading glasses on as he thumbed through a book that was in a language she couldn’t and probably would never understand. He spoke many languages. Read almost every book he got his hands on. He was a strategy genius, and yet he goofed off and grinned. Laughed and posed. Flirted and bragged. If only the people who were ready to judge saw the Gilbert she saw.

The gentle one. The worried one. The scared one. The broken one. The unsure one…

The insecure one.

“He’d be so offended.” Name laughed and sipped her coffee. The welcoming bitterness clouded her senses which led to her muscles relaxing.

“Oh Ja. I can hear it now… What do du mean I um out of zhape? I um zhe vne vho put du in zhape, and don't du forget it!” He grinned as he tried his darndest to imitate his brother. It was again times like this that reminded Name he was indeed related to Gilbert. They were just about to laugh when Ludwig got a sharp smack to the back of his head. It seems as if Gilbert had taken a very fast shower and was now glowering down at his little brother.

“ Und don’t forget it.” He smiled, almost too sharply down at Ludwig- But the younger returned the look and Name swore she saw sparks as their fight for authority continued. And just like that- after Lud got shifty and looked away- did it all settle.

“MEINE LIEBE!” She felt two arms wrap around her from behind. Her face blossomed into a smile and her hands touched his own, “Vhy aren’t du eating meine frau?” He glanced down at the spot in front of her and frowned. She could only roll her eyes, “ Du have to eat to get dur strength. Du know zhis. Nozhing iz more healthy..”He looked down at her and frowned, but his bottom lip jutted out in a pout and she couldn’t help herself from chuckling.

“ Well. I was going to eat a wurst but they were all gone. Even though I bought some two days ago. Tell me… How can you and your brother eat a whole bag of them in one day?” She looked at her humored.He frowned and met her gaze.

“...Du only bought one bag? Du never do zhat here. Du always buy at least five…..But zhats okay! Du didn't’ know. Zo zhe everly cool me- dur amazing husband… iz going to go get zome more.’ He grinned- not catching how she gawked at him.

“Five?!?” She echoed but he was already tugging on some combat boots- grabbing some car keys and out the door in a flash. She heaved a heavy sigh. Sometimes she couldn’t even catch up with him…

But again…

“Five…?” She whispered and massaged her brow as Ludwig glanced at her and leaned back in his chair.

“ Vell. Ve du vork out alot. Ve vork up a big appetite everytime ve do- and despite how he looks- bruder almost puts back more zhen I do..” he grinned but sat up and washed out his coffee cup. Name couldn’t think straight now and was now rubbing her temple with a confused look on her face.

“...Gilbert…eats more… then you..?” “Ja.. But du can’t blame him veally.’ He watched her as if debating if he should say anything or not. But something on his face said he was going to tell her whether he wanted to or whether she wanted him to or not. He opened a cabinet and grabbed a skillet before grabbing the eggs out. Sense his brother was getting wurst he would fix them all a nice hearty breakfast. Plus he and Gilbert were probably starving from their run.

“Vhen I vas sehr klein…I had a lot of developing to do. Und food was… harder to come by back zhen. It wasn’t just food. It was financial support. Gut leaders… zhe vorks. Bruder- who had a harder life zhen mein own- vanted me to have a better vne. Zo.. He sacrificed alot for me. Including food. He vas already zmall- because being a knight isn’t easy for anyone. He hasn’t told me much of his childhood except zhe exciting ztories- but du and me both know bruder is stubborn and probably vent zhrough more zhen ve like to admit. He was considered zmaller zhen zhe rest and thinner. Muscler from var and fighting- but no fat. Prussia vent zhrough many food shortages- und zhe knights traveled sometimes for days without food. He’z zhorter zhen me because of it. He is thinner zhen me because he gave all zhat he had to me. I sometimes vonder if he eats a lot because he is ztarved after all zhese years- or…” He trailed off. But it was unspoken and they both knew what he was trying to say.

He eats a lot because he's really hungry- or because he doesn’t know when the next meal is going to be…

“I think he knows things are a lot better than what you had back then- maybe it's his body catching up with years of lack of nutrition…” “..Could be.” Ludwig smiled as he started to crack eggs open. She watched him curiously before getting up and grabbing the ingredients for pancakes as well. The tall blonde looked at her a bit dubiously- and her lips turned upwards into a small.

“...Well…Sense you two have big appetites..” He smiled.

And some sort of understanding passed between them.

But…Something else rang tried and true in her mind.

Gilbert didn’t just have a big appetite for food.

He had a big appetite for love.

And that was the most important one of all.

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why are there so many gifs of Gilbert looking clueless 💀😂

-He’s insecure about his eyes and hair, if you tell him you like them he’ll be over the moon.

-often prepares surprises for you in the middle of the night, you may wake up one night and walk downstairs to find him preparing cinnamon rolls. He just wants to surprise his baby 🥺

-He never has a good lie when he gets caught. He just panics and says: It’s for the dog!!! What is the dog going to do with a pan of cinnamon rolls Gilbert?

-He just smiled sheepishly and scratches the back of his neck (nervous habit) before he covered your face in lil pecks and carries you off, back to bed. It is 3am after all.

-he’s still finishing the cinnamon rolls, but he’s going to be EXTRA quiet now. He just... loves you a lot and doesn’t always know how to show it. And like, he kinda only knows how to cook three things so he feels much more confident about baking.

-He is just so SOFT for you ok? He’s also very... forward when he wants attention. Like if you’re sitting on the couch, he’s just gonna waltz over and plop himself down next to you and lay his head in your lap. He will whine until he gets the cuddles and kisses that he wants.

-Just don’t make a big deal out of it to his or your friends ok? He’ll get embarrassed and feel like maybe you don’t like it (or him). So he’ll withdrawal and curl up in bed with the dogs instead. It’s gonna take some prying to figure out what’s wrong.

-Gil talks like he’s all macho and manly, but when he’s with his partner, he really opens up. And he’s actually quite sensitive; he likes banter with them, and teasing us all in good fun. But when it comes to his insecurities, he’s a touchy person.

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request: “Hello! I’d like to request smth where the reader likes Canada but he tells America that he doesn’t like her back so Al tells her this and she starts distancing herself from Matt. But then Matt starts falling for her and doesn’t know what to do to win her back.”

matthew williams x fem! reader

fandom: hetalia

note: requests open and it’s angst as shit where the reader does not end up with matthew. Who the reader ends up with is a surprise for you to read. I kinda went overboard, lmfao.

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England & Prussia with an INFP S/O

England:

•He really appreciates you, since you really can understand what he’s feeling. There’s no sense in hiding anything from you either, you’ll figure it out if he’s in a bad mood.

•Arthur really appreciates your introverted aspect, since he’s not too extroverted himself. It’s nice having someone that is quiet around him, but not too shy. He’ll enjoy calm talks with you, often focused around the topic of how he’s feeling.

•Your favorite method of comforting him is stroking his hair softly. Besides, despite popular belief, his hair is as soft as a cloud and it smells nice.

•He loves hugging you because you’re gentle hugs and he can really feel your affection.

Prussia:

•With someone to contradict his personality, you came to be a shock to him.

•You’re the “mom” friend with him. If he gets out of control, you’re right there to apologize to the person and calm him down.

•Sometimes he’ll act childish or whiny around you just to get a kiss from you, since he loves them.

•He really cares for you and is so glad that you truly care for him in return.

•He’ll even show his real side to you, his side of insecurities.

•He’s also really, really protective over you and is quite jealous. Remember that last guy that tried to flirt with you? No? Exactly.