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*NOTE* I just wanted to mention before hand that the reader suffers slightly from acrophobia or fear of heights. It was slightly relative to the plot, just thought you should know.                       ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Hey, (name)!” a voice called, entering the living room. “Yeah?” the girl replied, turning her attention away from her laptop screen, facing the owner of the voice “What is it, Gil? “Well, I’ve got you booked for tomorrow! I just thought you should know.” he grinned, ignoring her incredulous expression. “Excuse me? You have me booked?” she repea

Part 2 The day you moved into the castle had arrived and it was a crappy day for sure. Your mom had decided to come with you and although you loved her from the depths of your very soul, it did not lessen the  pain you felt deep inside. The opposite was true. Her presence made you even more upset than you already were. You didn’t want to be separated from her…you didn’t want her to leave this luxurious, intimidating place…you wished she wouldn’t leave you here on your own…you wished she would just take you home. And yet, you knew it was a futile wish. The time had come to stand on your own feet. It s

Part 1 1865, Berlin City Palace It was easy to tell that you were nervous. Everyone could see it...even the blind.   You were fidgeting with your hair, wishing this to be over already. Why did your mom have to arrange this meeting? Why for God’s sake? You took a deep breath and said to yourself: “Because she wants you to have a decent life. You should be thankful, ______. “ Yes, you should be thankful. If it wasn’t for her, you would not have gotten this chance in the first place. You’d better try your best and make the best of it. You reached out to the door to knock, biting your lip in hesitation. There

June 16, 1871 | Berlin, German Empire The rhythmic thunder of marching feet could instill a magnificent sense of fierce, phenomenal pride in any heart. It was an overwhelming swell of unity, unconditional fraternity, and irrepressible vigor to witness ranks upon ranks of victorious brothers-in-arms in matching deep blue uniforms and spiked silver helmets glinting under the sun. Banners of the crowned eagle snapped and soared in the wind all about Berlin, overseeing the triumph through sharp, vigilant eyes. The mass of spectators was deafening, but even so, the disciplined left-right-left-right repetition of the infantry and the snort and cla

    Gilbert sighed and he looked over at the night stand next to his bed. His ruby orbs squinted as the fuzzy, bright green light showed 3 in the morning. The albino ran a hand through is silvery locks. His eyes felt like sand were poured in them and he could feel the exhaust on his body. He felt the lack of sleep take a toll on his emotions: he felt like crying, begging for the sandman to allow him to fall into a peaceful rest.        The body next to him shifted onto it's side, facing away from him. He followed suit; shifting and moving slightly closer so he spooned the smaller form. He wrapped a careful arm around it, and snuggled his no

“Zhe awesome me has finally arrived!” The loud exclamation is punctuated by him posing dramatically in the doorway of the class you share together and you glance over at him. A smile almost automatically comes to your face as you see the little bird on his shoulder, knowing that he’s been told to leave it at home but he never does. You look away as he approaches Francis and Antonio, whom also share this class with you, your eyes falling back to the book you were reading. It isn’t long before their familiar accents fill the classroom, his German accent bringing another smile to your face. You’ve always had a cr

My Brother's Roommate Chapter One:  Moving Day For you today started off just like any other:  you woke to the smell of coffee and promptly made your way downstairs to join your German roommate for breakfast which consisted of black coffee (well, tea with extra sugar for you), cold cuts, an array of cheeses, bread, and jam. "Morning, Ludwig."  You said wearily as you took your seat at the table and picked up your mug. "Guten Morgen, _______.  Did you sleep well?"  He asked as he glanced over the newspaper he was reading to look at you.   You were still wearing your rather re

You glanced at yourself in the mirror. You were wearing the olive green American military uniform Ludwig's boss had stolen from Alfred's base camp. It was a little big on you but nothing a few alterations can't fix! After making a couple adjustments here and there, you buttoned up your top, picked up your matching helmet, and exited the tent. Around the same time, Ludwig and Gilbert walked out of their tents wearing the same uniform as you. Unlike you and Ludwig, Gilbert had a bomber jacket thrown over his disguise. "Check it out Frau!" Gilbert propped a leg onto a nearby crate and gave you one of his showstopper diplomatic poses. "Do I look

"____! I vill not allow you to do zat!" "'Not allow'? Tsk! You're not the boss of me!" Ludwig frowned at your response, blushing in annoyance when he knew that you were right. You grinned triumphantly at his reaction, picking up a box full of decorations and heading off in a different direction. However, he stepped in front of you, his stern eyes showing that he wasn't going to let you go that easily. "As a friend, I am telling you zat zis is a dangerous idea," the blonde said with extreme seriousness. This resulted in you rolling your (insert colour) eyes again, sighing in exasperation, "Ludwig, it's a kissing booth. It's not like I'm go

You were flipping through your Calculus notebook, trying to find the page you had written your homework on. When you finally arrived, a small slip of paper was also there. You lifted the paper curiously, and when you turned it around, the printed words shocked you. You are so beautiful. How could someone like you Ever love someone so awful like me? You looked around, surveying everyone. You hadn't seen anyone anywhere close to your things for the twenty minutes you had already been in class, and the only ones who had access to your things was Ludwig Beilschmidt and Honda Kiku, but you knew very well that they wouldn't leave little depress