So the Writer's Block gun shot me ..... I'm really sorry guys, I have no motivation whatsoever to write or add new chapters to my reader-inserts .______. I'm really sorry for those who want me to update ASAP DX
.:: Not a Pervert ::. Prussia x ReaderIt was a bit chilly outside. A small breeze blew through your ____ colored locks.
You heard the click of a door unlocking.
The door slowly opened revealing your albino-German-friend, Gilbert. "Sorry _____, this isn't the best time." His voice cracked slightly as he spoke.
Just looking at him made you want to burst out crying.
His hair was like a rats' nest, his "I'm awesome" vibe was gone, and his ruby-red eyes that once held confidence were now filled with depression. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, as if he were crying.
"May I come in?" You asked. Almost immediately, he opened the door a little farther so that you may walk in. You sat on the couch, Gilbert joining you shortly after. "I'm sorry for being so depressed.... It's just, things aren't working out for me well... The love of my life, Elizabeta, left me because of the rumors. She even said, and I quote, "I knew I should've stayed with Roderich!" Oh man it hurts just to tell that story..." Gilbert looked down.
"Gilbert, I ca