reaperheart

~Time Skip (Prussia/Iron Kingdom)~    Those were the good old days, when you and Prussia actually had time to spend with one another. Now you both seemed to have less and less free time, which proved to heavily work on both your’s and Gil’s nerves. Thus when you did have a little time to spare, you and him were rather irritable. He would always use that free time to annoy you, intentionally or not as you saw it.    Though you loved getting attention from your favorite Prussian, you didn't need it in front of his boss, whom you were trying to make better relations with. “Sir, if you don’t mind me inquiring but how d

    With a swipe of a the captain’s pen, you and Gilbert were married as humans and as countries. You couldn’t possibly dream of the future this single fleeting moment would hold for (Y/c/n) and you. However, when the captain finished with the thick stack of paperwork that was most likely delivered days prior, he handed the personification of the Teutonic Order and (Y/c/n) each a copy of the forms. He then looked up at both of you, and with a small smile on his lips, he dismissed you with a gentle yet stern, “Congratulations.”    Your (s/c) face held the ghost of a smile that was hardly noticeable even if someone loo

    After getting as far away as the camp would allow from the evil nurse, you continued your search for someone who could send the letter. You were starting to give up on the thought of a nurse sending it anyways, I mean it could be sent by anyone as long as it made it to your boss and back. So with a bit of hard work on your part and the persuasion of a young male soldier you happened upon, he convinced his commander that it was absolutely necessary that the letter get to the leader of (y/c/n.) With that it was on it’s way, and you went back in your hospital tent, sitting on the same stained white cot. ~Time Skip~    A week afterwa

    You were still bedridden after a week, but your body was gaining its strength back and you were now strong enough to walk around without much help. Gilbert came to visit you from time to time, mostly when he found free time, which seemed to be pretty often despite his military duties as knight of the Teutonic Order.    When he did visit, he would  bring a game like cards or chess or just come to talk. He was trying his best to keep that beautiful smile on your delicate face despite the pain you and (c/n) were in. However, you did have some rather bad days where you were near the grouchiest thing on the planet; well, from Gilbert’s

    You sat on the white, stained cot in deep thought, your (e/c) orbs staring off into the distance behind the albino boy. The more you began to ponder this, the more you began to wonder if Gilbert may in fact be a country. That very well may be why you be why you felt like you know him.    “Gilbert, I mean sir, if I may ask...um...you wouldn’t happen to be a country would you? I know it sounds weird, and possibly quite-”    He cut you off, placing a pale hand across your mouth after checking to see if anyone was there to catch him. His crimson eyes staring straight into your own, as if in hopes of silencing you. Howeve

    You awoke rather groggily in what looked like an army's medicine tent. This put you into a state of alarm as you began to analyze your surroundings a bit more. Then the stark realization hit, that this tent much less everything else around you even didn't belong to your squad or even (y/c/n.) Cautiously using your arms to lift yourself up, you swung your legs around to get up off of the bed. However your body had other plans, for as soon as you put weight on you feet, your body crumpled to the ground with a soft ‘thud.’ But being determined as you were to get out of this place, you tried this action a second time just for goo

   You were walking along the snow covered trails of (y/c/n) searching for you oldest brother, Lithuania(Toris.) He had been by your side for as long as you could remember, and he was always there for you no matter what. However, no matter how hard you looked you couldn’t find hide or hair of the brown haired man. It felt like the longer you walked the colder it got, the bitter winter wind blowing so hard it seemed to seep straight through your armor and into your bones. A normal person would have long since died and such cold weather, and matter of fact you had multiple times. So many that dying and being reborn was just ritual for you