prussia-awsome

(Nova Londinium, Year 1180 after Ragnarök Ministry of Enlightenment Approved: N/A [Error #308: Data not found] Identification Number: 10-008-966-6870) I am Astrid Neyavir, third biological child of Lucan Neyavir, one of the only to escape the great purge of Special Administrative District Eleven- a continent once called North America, long, long ago. Our family used to bear the insignia of Those Who Had Dreamt, before the starving dogs of the Church of All Infinities tore it apart like the carcass of a fallen animal. We were the direct descendants of the ones who had lived before the curse of Ragnarök- not the products of genetic engineeri

Chastity "Come on, let me touch your balls damnit!" "Like, what the heck's wrong with you? Get away from me!" The Teutonic Knights frowned to himself. That was not an acceptable answer! Other should have been praising him on their knees for his awesomeness, not running! "Come back here!" he yelled, widening his pace.  Thankfully Poland's legs were shorter than his, so he couldn't run as fast. "Don't make me take your vital regions by force!" "Vital regions?" Feliks repeated, glancing over his shoulder as he ran. "Totally not a cool name!" Gilbert growled and leaned forward, putting all of his efforts into catching him. He knew