PrussiaXReader : Attractively Albino (Part 1)

You carefully grasped the tiny black handle as you made a final sweep of the brush against your nail. You had finished painted your nails after what seemed like hours of painting, taking it off, and repainting only take it off again. '"Tsk, I'm a horrible excuse of a girl." They glistened a smooth (f/c) as you held them in the light that draped in through the curtains of the bedroom.

Feeling accomplished in yourself, you started to hum, waving your hands around to speed up the drying process. After a few moments of feeling like an exotic bird flapping your arms around, you bounced off of the bed.

You began to turn your wordless humming into a familiar song. "If you ever leave me baby; leave some morphine at my door! 'Cause it would take a whole lot of medication, to realize what we used to have, we don't hav--"

Suddenly, a loud thud followed by the crash of scattering wooden pieces interrupted your singing. You squealed as goosebumps scattered across your bare legs and arms. Whirling around to see that your door had a foot sized hole in the center of it, your mouth dropped. 'What the hell?!'

Without warning, Elizaveta effortlessly pushed the broken door open and walked into the room like nothing had just happened. Your (e/c) eyes widened looking back from the door to the cheerful Europan women who stood there awkwardly.

Turning a last time to look at what was left of the door, she cocked her head and responded with a pathetic smile. "I was hoping I could kick it open like in the movies, but it didn't quite go as I thought it would." The Hungarian then giggled with slight embarrassment.

Still in the mist of confusion, your arms danced in front of you wildly, trying to grasp what had just happened.

"Why?" Your voice was almost a whisper, "Why is the doorknob not good enough for you?"

Practically canon-balling onto your bed, Liz adjusted herself in the mess of covers and pillows. "I have a surprise for you (Name), that's why."

"It better damn well be a new door."

You were renting the apartment, and knew all too well that the landlord was not gonna get a laugh at this. Nor did you have money just lying around to buy a new door. You instantly paled thinking of that terrifying woman and her list of million of things you'd already broken in the building. Your debt must be somewhere in the high seven hundreds, and you haven't paid a single penny yet.

"I'm probably better off robbing a bank," you muttered under your breath, Liz not catching what you had said.

Liz couldn't help herself as a quick snicker escaped her lips before digging into the pockets of her green dress. Yanking out four small pieces of paper, she held them directly in your face with a toothy grin. "I have movie tickets to go see the The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones on Friday!"

"Unless you're selling those, I don't see any new door money," you snapped venomously without showing a signs of intrest for the movie. Bending down you picked up the larger pieces of the door holding up to Liz's face. "In case you forgot, I'm renting and I have a job as a Starbucks part time barista! I'm lucky if I have enough money to feed myself something other then Macaroni and Cheese, and Ramen!"

Scoffing, followed by a mischievous smile, Elizaveta sat up on the unmade bed. "If you were seriously that starving for an actual dinner, I would have taken you out somewhere. But that's not the point." She paused, "The point is, is that you need to loosen up a little. You are always at school, or at work, or studying. You never have time to hang out like we used to back in the good ol' days. Can you just come? Pleaasseee? I need someone to go with me!"

You sighed heavily as you ran your fingers through your (h/c) hair, annoyed. "If I go, will you pay for the door repair?"

"Yeah, of course."

"And can you pay for the ceiling fan you broke last time?"

"Sure I can totally--"

"And, let's not forget about Persian rug you ripped downstairs." You added with a devilish smile.

"Okay, I agreed to pay you back, not give away my life savings." She chuckled as she got up from the bed, grabbing her keys off the small desk next to the door, "Well, why don't we go out tonight? I'm in the mood for Thai. There's an awesome restaurant down the street if you wanna go." You sighed again, nodding your head in a silent agreement. Grabbing your white jacket off the chair, you followed Elizaveta out of the house and closing the broken door behind you.