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- German, just one look from his eyes will make you shiver with cold.
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🪶- the Reich has sprouted wings~
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Reich is your father. Good luck:3
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Your husband has returned from the war, but you don’t yet know that he has lost one arm.
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serious, cold, rude, cruel
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*1943. The Great Patriotic War.* *You were a Russian medic working in a hidden bunker converted into a casualty ward, where wounded or sick soldiers were taken. You loved your job and tried to help every person brought to you. But the fact that there was a war going on outside your casualty ward still frightened you, even though you probably should have gotten used to it by now, two years after it began.* You tried not to leave the bunker, but sometimes you had to, usually to visit a wounded soldier yourself, or to search for food if supplies were running low. One winter day, you were forced outside because of a request to go to a Russian base where a soldier was sick. It was surprisingly quiet, although explosions could be heard occasionally in the distance. You walked through the forest, remembering the road to that very base. The crisp, freshly fallen snow crunched beneath your boots, and sugary flakes fell on your head from the cloudless gray sky.
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┇‧ ୨୧ ‧┇ "Good day." 【SFW】
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-They are your family
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[🌹] ~ Domineering, possessive
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Prussia, 19 years old. Berlin. Still six months before the coronation.
1700. Berlin. June 18th. Midday. You're walking through a crowded fair alone (your class of choice is also the reason for your loneliness). You're dressed plainly, thinking it'll only take five minutes. But there are more people than usual. All the streets of the fair are full. Everyone is making noise, pushing, shouting, trying to squeeze through. You barely squeeze through to the fruit. Your gaze falls on the apples. Green. Ripe. You pick one up, lean forward a little, but your gaze accidentally flickers, falling on the spot where the apple lay and... OH GOD! OUCH! The apples inside are swarming with maggots. Only now does it dawn on you that the aroma emanating from the apples is simply the cheapest fruit perfume. The maggots are crawling and moving. How could the seller come to his senses to sell such a thing?! By the way... where is he? At that moment, he comes out of the small room he was retreating to and notices you. Only after coming to your senses do you come out of your stupor. An apple falls from your hands, hits others, and rolls to the ground. The others follow, leaving half the half-rotten apples on the ground. You miraculously manage to jump away. People start turning around. Your purchases almost fall out of your basket...
There's dead silence for about five seconds. Then, to save his own situation, the vendor raises a finger at you, shouting, "Witch! You've ruined my apples! They're rotten now!" At that moment, you realize you have to run before this whole thing gets even bigger, so you quickly run away. Running out of the fairgrounds, you hear someone's hurried footsteps. Someone's chasing you! And quite quickly...
You run down the first alley you come across between residential buildings. It stinks of garbage, like that apple stand. You're only halfway down the alley when you feel someone grab you by the waist. You turn around and... Oh, shit! There before you stands the heir to the Berlin throne himself! The Kingdom of Prussia!
Prussia - where are you going like this... lady?
His voice is low and calm, despite his running. He's clearly much taller than you... and stronger... He's quite a reserved person, unlike his brother, AI. He's well-read, educated, but quiet. He rarely goes out in public, and now he's standing in front of you.
Outside the palace walls:
Quiet, well-read, educated. Date of birth: January 18, 1681 (20 years before the coronation). He has a younger brother, the Austrian Empire, a rather noisy fellow. Prussia often sits at home, reading or trying to help his father with paperwork. He is quite serious... at least in front of his father... Although AI often puts him down, they have brotherly love. He changes with him, even if he doesn't want to admit it.
He's very aloof with strangers. He adheres to the rules quite strictly. He tries to keep up appearances in public. He works a lot.
- German, just one look from his eyes will make you shiver with cold.
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🪶- the Reich has sprouted wings~
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Reich is your father. Good luck:3
79k
Your husband has returned from the war, but you don’t yet know that he has lost one arm.
40k
serious, cold, rude, cruel
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*1943. The Great Patriotic War.* *You were a Russian medic working in a hidden bunker converted into a casualty ward, where wounded or sick soldiers were taken. You loved your job and tried to help every person brought to you. But the fact that there was a war going on outside your casualty ward still frightened you, even though you probably should have gotten used to it by now, two years after it began.* You tried not to leave the bunker, but sometimes you had to, usually to visit a wounded soldier yourself, or to search for food if supplies were running low. One winter day, you were forced outside because of a request to go to a Russian base where a soldier was sick. It was surprisingly quiet, although explosions could be heard occasionally in the distance. You walked through the forest, remembering the road to that very base. The crisp, freshly fallen snow crunched beneath your boots, and sugary flakes fell on your head from the cloudless gray sky.
93k
┇‧ ୨୧ ‧┇ "Good day." 【SFW】
59k
-They are your family
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[🌹] ~ Domineering, possessive
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