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The gentle wind ruffled some of your soft hair from your forehead. The book you'd been so engrossed in was resting on your stomach. The sunlight that filtered through the leaves created warm criss-cross patterns on your arms, that shifted every next moment.

Your breath was as even as the ticking of a watch, perfectly balanced as you snored away gently. The comfortableness of the afternoon had sneaked up on you and had covered you with a light blanket of peaceful sleep.

Cue the quiet-destroyer. Gilbert smirked as he hovered over your figure, his lips ghosting over yours. He pressed his lips fervently against yours, tracing yours with his tongue.

Still groggy from the doze, you blinked your eyes to see the Prussian kissing you. When he saw your (e/c) orbs glare at him he pulled back a bit, still pressing his frame close to yours.
"......Hey frau." Your eyes widened at his blasť greeting. "Get the hell off of me." You threatened, your expression dark.

He merely smirked and shook his head. "Nein."

"Bastard." You retaliated to which he shrugged. "Hey I never did tell you how much I loved you right?" He asked as if it was nothing special. You stared at him, which he took as a no.

He nuzzled his face against yours. "Good. Zhen let me take this opportunity to say, I totally vant you." You blushed and hit his chest. "How dare you say something like that!"

He sat back, laughing that infamous laugh of his. "Also frau, you need to keep your guard up a bit more." Crossing your arms, you raised your eyebrow. "I want to be the only one to be able to see you sleeping." He clarified as he held up his phone, to show you the new background picture he had.

It was your sleeping form. You flushed red and hit him on the head. "Gilbert! Erase that now!" He shook his head, grinning and holding his phone out of your reach. "Nope! You vere too adorable to not take a picture!"

When you pouted and looked at the ground, he came closer to you. "I really, really vant to be the only one to see your expressions. All of zhem. Zhey all belong to zhe awesome me now."
You glanced up in disbelief and growled at him. "I'm going to pound you!"

He smirked and cocked his head at you. "Zhe only thing I vant to pound into is your-" SMACK!!

You huffed as you stalked away from the bleeding Prussian's unconscious form.
Something inspired by an rp I do with PerfectDose~

Also just some weird shit I wanted to write ^^

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It was New Years eve and you’d agreed (foolishly) to let your boyfriend invite his two friends over for the celebration. He’d promised it would be fun and said the more the merrier, but still! Well, it was your own fault for allowing it and besides, they’d probably get too drunk and pass out anyway.

You were just finishing up in the kitchen, the red apron that was tied around your neck bearing the brunt of the traces of ingredients. Gilbert was ‘helping’ too by sneaking a taste of whichever nibbly things you created and telling you how awesome they were no matter how many times he got clobbered by the various skillets that were lying around.

He cheered when he heard the doorbell ring and ran off to get tackled by his friends. After greeting each other loudly, they swaggered into the room, completing their Bad Touch Trio, as they called themselves, with identical smirks on their faces.

“Hola chica, I hope you’re going to take as much care of us next year as you did this year.”
“Bonjour, I can only second that.”

“Kesesesesese~ well, you’re definitely going to stay by my side, aren’t you meine frau?”

You snorted in disbelief, shaking your head. “That’s awfully cocky of you, mein man.” You stuck your tongue out at him and he grinned back, releasing Antonio and Francis from his grip. “You will stay with me though, right?”

He captured your waist from behind in his arms and whispered his question in your ear. You craned your neck back to see a strange expression on his face. Was he uncertain? The great Gilbert Beilschmidt was uncertain for once?!

Chuckling, you nodded and turned to kiss his nose. He grinned, his confidence returning. “Alright! Who’s up for challenging the awesome me to some table football?!”

You smiled, he’d gotten the table up from where it had been gathering dust all year in the cellar that morning. His dumbfounded expression when he was tinkering away with it and cleaning it up had been absolutely adorable.

The cries of defeat and victory sounded from the other room accompanied by the metallic spin of the footballers.

You came inside curiously, a platter with edible things in your hands. “Want some?” You asked, trying to keep the plate straight as they each took a couple. “Who’s winning?”

Gilbert pouted, folding his arms. “I am, but there’s two of them!” Francis shrugged. “Shouldn’t have challenged us then.”

Antonio nodded. “Yeah, you said you were awesome enough to take us both on.” Laughing at his silliness, you bumped your hips against his, making space for you. “Go on then, it’ll be us two against them.” You told them, taking hold of two of the handles.

Gilbert grinned at you, hugging you quickly before reclaiming his own handles. He was the front two and you the back, meaning you had the responsibility of keeping the goal safe. The two of you played well and after seemingly no time at all it was down to the last goal.

A plan formed in your mind and acting it out you blinked as if in sudden realisation. “What were the stakes on this again? I don’t have to take my clothes off or anything do I?” The guys all froze, blushes tinting their cheeks as they imagined.

Bang! You smashed the ball into the goal in one go. Smirking at them, you rolled your shoulders. “Well, I’m going to get a drink.” With that you left the three flustered men.

“How on earth did you manage to snag her Gil?” Antonio asked in amazement, ruffling his hair. Gilbert shook his head slowly, his eyes wide. “I still don’t know.” Francis patted him on the back. “Drinks then?”

“Yeah.”

The three trailed after you and you rolled your eyes giving them each a sparkling glass of champagne. You knew they’d be too slammered later, so you might as well get the toast over and done with.

“Here’s to the next year!” You said, raising your glass.

“Let’s hope we don’t screw up as much!”

“But let’s hope we get screwed!”

“Cheers!”

On that you all drunk, the males finishing their glasses but you only had a mouthful. You wanted to at least see the count down, so you weren’t going to drink that much.

After more toasts that got sloppier and ruder each time, the three guys were finally quieter, nearly their collapse. Gilbert was surprisingly sober though and he crowed with laughter anytime either of his friends said something stupid.

You smiled watching the banter between them, feeling happy just watching them. Even if you’d wanted to spend this moment alone with your Gilbert, he was right. The evening had been fun, in fact you’d enjoyed yourself more than you thought you could with the trio.

Glancing at your watch, you saw it was nearly time so you turned on the TV for the countdown. The drunkards slid their eyes open for it, their lopsided grins growing larger as the seconds ticked away.

Gilbert came to sit beside you, grasping your hand gently in his as the time neared. You leaned your head on his shoulder, being engulfed in a tight hug when the clock stopped and all manner of fireworks, streamers and glitter were being set off outside and on the TV.

Gilbert kissed you lovingly, laughing in happiness at the fact that you’d actually stayed with him for the entire year. And he hoped you would stay this year too. Oh and the year after that as well and the one afterwards.

Heck, he wanted to stay with you as long as possible and he wanted to see you happier than you’d ever be.

“Glückliches neues Jahr!”

You giggled as the foreign words rolled off his tongue with ease, his language making his accent fit. “I hope I’ll see your smile even more this year. And I promise I’ll love you and protect you even better this year. So.... stay with me?”

He was still holding you against his chest as he spoke, stroking your hair gently. You rolled your eyes. His tone made it sound as if you’d decided to leave him. Taking the collar of his shirt firmly in hand, you planted your lips against his, giving him a kiss he wouldn’t forget.

“I’m not leaving you, so don’t make it sound like I ever will.” You punched him lightly on the shoulder and he caught your hand, kissing your knuckles.

“Gut! ‘Cuz I wasn’t planning on letting you go!”
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Gilbert groaned, his temperature feverish as he tossed in his bed. “N-nein!” He muttered, biting his lip.

In the throngs of his dream he was staring at your bloodied body in despair, tears running down his face. He heard a sound behind him and spun around, hoping to see the perpetrator. The shape slipped out of his sight around the corner and Gilbert stood up after gently putting down your body, chasing after it.

Rage the sole thing on his mind, he pushed his legs to go at a near inhuman speed.

Franctically searching for it, he skidded on the landing, starting to sprint down the steps.
As he wasn’t paying attention to his footing, he yelped when his foot trod on air. Lurching forward, Gilbert sat bolt upright in his bed, panting heavily. As he tried to calm his breathing he blinked at the alarm clock.

Well that was lucky at least, it was set to go off in five minutes. Quickly he turned it off and lay back down, snuggling into your back.

He needed some reassurance that you were still there for him, that you were safe. His arms curling around you, he buried his nose in the back of your neck, breathing in your scent.
Sleepily you registered weight on your chest and you opened your eyes slowly. Hearing a couple of muffled whimpers from behind you, you turned over and stroked Gilbert’s messy bedhair.

His brows furrowed he clung onto you like a child, your chin resting on the top of his head. “What’s up?” You murmured, gently rubbing his shoulders as you waited for him to reply.

“I had a bad dream.” He whispered back, pressing against your warmth and softness. “Aaaaw, my poor bwaby.” You said, pulling back to kiss his nose and caress his cheek.

The cold metal of your ring grazed his skin and feeling a bit better, he twisted the matching one around his finger.

"Do you want to tell me what it was about?" You asked, smiling lovingly at him. He shook his head and rested his temple against your lips.

"Okay. How does this sound? I'll make some coffee and wurst, then we'll call in sick. Next we'll stay in bed all day and do whatever the hell we want!" You proposed, grinning cheekily at him. "So Mr. Awesome?"

Smiling at you, he nuzzled his lips against yours.

"Well Mrs. Awesome, I believe we have a plan."

God, did you know how to make him feel better....
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You groaned, pressing yourself against the radiator. Why did it have to be so cold? Shivering, you sunk lower, pressing your back against the hot surface and closed your eyes.

“Hey! Frau!” You heard and you growled under your breath. “Quit  hogging the warmth!” Gilbert complained. You saw him frowning at you when you cracked one eye open. “No. It’s mine.” You retorted, lifting your arms up to place them around the radiator possessively.

He glared at you, sitting on his haunches next to you. “C’mon frau, sharing is caring.” You shook your head fervently and bared your teeth at him. “Hell no!” After sighing once, he smirked maliciously at you.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you shrunk back as he advanced, tickling your sides. “No! Stop! Please!” You managed to cry out, squirming under his grasp. You managed to kick him several times, but he merely coughed and carried on with his torture.

“Giiiiil!!” You shouted, tears of mirth streaming down your cheeks. He grinned in triumph when you let go of it and rolled onto the floor.

And yet he didn’t let up, his fingers digging into your ribs. He only stopped when you were laughing so hard that you could no longer breathe and started wheezing.

“There, it wasn’t that hard now, was it?” He said, rubbing his back contentedly against the radiator. You scowled at him and he raised his eyebrow. Aiming your kick at his face, he dodged it nimbly, grabbing your foot and twisting it so you got turned onto your stomach.

You didn’t stop though, contracting your leg to bring you closer to him, you tried to smash your other foot at him. Again he caught it and grinned as he held both of your feet in one hand. “That all you got?”

He gritted his teeth when you wriggled, kicking both of your legs at him. As he shifted backwards to not get hit, he fell on his back. Instantly you took advantage of that, keeping your feet on top of his stomach and crawling forward to reclaim your spot against the radiator.

“Uggh....” he groaned, rubbing his head where he’d hit it. You smirked at him, grinding the heel of your feet into his stomach. Wincing, he glared at you and sighed in defeat. “Truce?”

You shook your head. “No way.” Pouting at you he sat up, leaving your feet in his lap. Then he pulled on them, making you slide down. You hissed when you felt the hot metal against your bare skin, your top had ridden up when you’d slid down.

“Wh-“

“There this is better.” Gilbert sighed, holding you against his chest. You were cradled in his arms as he sat against the radiator grinning.

“Isn’t it?” You blushed and looked away from him. “C’mooon, tell the awesome me.” He tilted your chin towards him, your faces very close together.

“Let go of me! Stupid Prussian!”

“Hey, that’s awesome Prussian to you!”
I always hug my radiator in the morning =^=

It's too cold without it's love!

Errr, yeah so I do actually get into fights over the radiator with my sis.... Which kind of inspired this ^^

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Your free period. Finally it came. You gathered some studying material together, whilst slacking a sigh of relief. Just this last hour and then you’d be free to go home at last! Though as your exams were just around the corner, you didn’t really have as much freedom as you’ve preferred.

But it was better than having loads of assignments and stuff dumped on you so you guessed you could swing with it. Your shoulder bag swinging against the back of your knees with every step you took you made your way to one of the empty lunch halls.

Your school being as big as it was, didn’t usually use vacated classrooms for free periods, instead opting for a huge room in which two teachers at most struggled to keep the peace and quiet.

Following the orders from the teacher on duty, you told her your name and class number before she allowed you to choose a seat. Rubbing your neck tiredly, you walked over to it and plonked yourself down, resting your head against the cool table for a moment. You set your bag on the chair next to you, so that when your friend turned up late as always, she’d have a place to sit at the very least.

After getting the kinks out of your back, you settled down for some studying and plugged yourself into your earphones, making sure that the volume wasn’t too loud in case someone asked you for something.

You got into your studying mindset, your brows furrowed as you analysed your texts and scribbles in the margins, doing your best to rewrite it neatly. You heard a scrape next to you, disrupting your trail of thought so you angrily snapped your gaze up.

The guy sat down in the seat next to you, not looking at you at all as he dropped your bag onto the floor carelessly . You saw some movement out of the corner of your eye, turning your head to see your friend waving animatedly at you. She was about to make her way towards you, but stopped when she saw the chair was already claimed.

Shrugging at you apologetically she found another seat on the other side of the room. Glaring at the thief, he obviously felt your gaze burning a hole in the side of his head. Glancing at you, he smirked cockily.

“That seat was actually kind of reserved for someone.” You snapped. One arm on the back of his seat, he laughed. “Well of course it was. It was reserved for my awesomeness right?” He said, not expecting an answer.

You sighed, there was no arguing with an idiot like him. Turning your attention to your books again, you kept shooting him little glares whenever you could. He didn’t get out any books, let alone a pen and just listened to music continually.

His head resting on his arms he just watched you the entire time, the obnoxiously loud music blaring through the black and yellow spotted headset. Ignoring him, you carried on writing until you finished your analysis.

“I can see you looking at me, what do you want?” you asked irritably.

He chuckled and smiled at you from where he was lying. “Who me? I wasn’t looking at you at all. You must be delusional liebe.”

You were about to growl at him and smack him over the head when what he said next, accompanied by his cocky grin made your heart skip a beat. “See, I’m positive I was staring at you.”
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"Nyannanyanyaaa, nyanayanayanay nyanyanaynyanyanyanyanyanyanyan~" Gilbert sang, smiling cheerily, easily beating your player up on the screen. You gnashed your teeth in frustration at your loss.

He didn't stop singing so you kicked him in his side, making sure he felt your irritation. "Dammit Gil! Just shut the hell up already!"

"No can do frau~ You see, for the moment all I'm gonna do is pretend to be a jukebox, an awesome one at that~" You raised your eyebrow at him, had he finally gone insane?
"And you know the only way to get a jukebox to change songs is to use-"

"Money. Are you broke again?" You interjected, patronizingly folding your arms. He waved your comment away, a smirk on his face. "Nein, nein, just listen, give me something and I'll change songs for you."

By this time, your player was pummelling his, which made you grin in satisfaction. "Not so awesome now are ya?" You taunted, poking his cheek.

Snorting, he rested his hands behind his head and leant back arrogantly. "Please a mere game like this is no way to measure mein awesomeness, as it knows no bounds! Oh and frau? Nyanyanyanyanyan...."

He started up the annoying theme again and you had to mash your hands together to keep from slapping him.

"What do I need to give you to make you change songs?" Your voice was dangerously low as you glared at him.

"Find out frau~"

Damn him and his vagueness. You paused your game and got up, getting something nice from the kitchen for the two of you. "This enough?" you asked, after watching him gorge himself on the treats. Licking the crumbs of his lips, he cocked his head, a huge smile on his face.

"Nope."

Sighing, you rubbed your neck and you thought hard. Well I could try that, you thought. After retrieving your wallet from your bag, you held up a coin and make him open his mouth. "This enough?" You repeated, dangling the coin above his open mouth.

"N-nein!" He answered somewhat frantically, shaking his head violently. "What then?!" Sitting back down with a huff, you growled at him.

He puckered his lips, pointing at them. "You're kidding me, right?" You asked incredulously. " 'fraid not."

"Fine." Your heart beat somewhat erratically as you leant forward. You aimed for his cheek, but he had other plans as he had insinuated.

At the last moment he turned his head so your lips couldn't miss his. Immediately you tried to pull away from him, only to be stopped by his hands pulling you closer and on top of him as he fell backwards onto the couch.

Your face a furious red, you squirmed against his hold, gasping when you felt his hands travel lower than your comfort zone. You slapped his hands away, blushing terribly much to his delight.

"Pervert...." You mumbled against his lips, feeling them pull up into a smirk. "I. Don't. Care what you think~ as long as it's about meee~" he chanted, his hands rubbing your back. Nuzzling into the crook of your neck, he smiled, happy.

Good thing he'd had that wacky dream the other day.
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You were in the midst of putting some Christmas presents underneath the huge tree at America’s party when an annoyingly loud voice yelled at you. The Prussian’s shout made you jump, also making you drop the present in your hands to the floor.

“Hey! Heads up!” You sighed, knowing that if you didn’t turn around quickly you’d probably be pelted with a ball of some sort or even water balloons. What you certainly didn’t expect was the Prussia smashing his lips against yours with fervour as France held a plant above your heads.

Chuckling Spain snapped a picture of your shocked expression. Prussia grinned self-satisfied with being able to kiss you, pulling back from your lips. It was at that point that you realised that the leaves being held aloft graciously by the Frenchman weren’t those of mistletoe.

“You bastards! This is holly!” You cried, chasing the three around the room. “It’s close enough!” They answered in union, giving each other high-fives.
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  Screaming, crying, throwing, stomping.
  "GET OUT, GILBERT!"
  Your eyes shot open as you sat up in your bed, sweating pouring down your face. Dim sunlight leaked through your curtians into the bedroom you usually shared with your long time boyfriend, Gilbert.
  You met the Prussian at the park when he was hanging out with his friends Antonio and Francis. He was dared to use a corny pick up line on you and, surprisingly, it worked. You fell for him. Hard. He invited you to live with him after six months of dating and you couldn't refuse considering he could barely ask you with stuttering or blushing. You loved him dearly, even if he was a bit immature and full of himself.
  But after last night, you didn't know if he still loved you.
  Sliding into a pair of slippers, you shuffled out the door into your one room apartment. You stepped out into the living room and heard crunching beneath your feet. Crouching down, you picked up several shards of glass. Beer bottle glass. You recognized the coloring.
  Suddenly, memories from the night before raced back to you.
  You remember Gilbert returning home drunk for the third time that week. He was stumbling around and shouting and just being obnoxious. Sure, he was ALWAYS obnoxious but he was just being harsh last night. He ordered you around and acted completely different towards you. Finally, you snapped and began crying and yelling at him. You told him to get out and stomped into your bedroom as he threw a beer bottle after you.
  Tears stung your eyes. What if he really left? What if he doesn't come back? No, you thought, thats silly. He needs to come get his clothes if he were leaving. Then you could reason with him. Wait, why should YOU apoligize?
  "Because I'm an idiot." You chuckled to your self.
  "You sure are. Kesesese...."
  Your head shot up and in the doorway of the bathroom, you saw Gilbert with his funny little bird, Gilbird, floating around his head. He chuckled again and waved jokingly.
  Now your eyes stung with angry tears.
  "What the hell?!" You stood up and ran over to him, punching him weakly in the chest. "You scared me! I thought you..... you...."
  "Left?" he smirked. Being this close, you realized the bags under his eyes and a hint of regret in his ruby orbs. "Nein."
  You felt your heart pound at the sight of his usual smirk and looked down, "I'm sorry I got so mad."
  "Nein, I'm sorry." his voice cracked slightly. He wasn't used to apoligizing. "I should treat you better with more respect and-"
  "You asked Francis for advice didn't you?" you chuckled as his eyes widened and his face turned red.
  "ZE AWESOME PRUSSIA DOES NOT REQUIRE HELP!" he shouted. You shook your head and rested your head on his chest.
  The Prussian then tilted your head back and kissed you deeply, frcing his tongue into your mouth. Your eyes widened in surprise then fluttered shut as he lifted you up onto his feet so you were more at level. You pushed away slightly and breathed out, "I really am sorry."
  He nodded, silently apoligizing and picked you up and flung you over his shoulder. You gasped in surprise.
  "GIL!" You laughed.
  "Don't fight it." he smirked. "I'm about to make up for last night."
  You felt your self blush madly as you murmured, "I love you."
  "Ich liebe diche auch." He replied as he carried you into your bedroom, locking the door behind the two of you.
Something for you to read while I try to finish up the next chapter to the Seto Kaiba x Reader. ^-^
"Ich liebe dich auch" = "I love you, too."
Link to Seto Kaiba x Reader Intro: [link]

I do not own Hetalia!
But YOU are owned by this guy ------> :iconsexyprussiaplz:
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