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“The world is out to get me, I swear,” you growled to yourself as you flopped down onto Ludwig’s couch. You’d finally gotten the courage to tell Gilbert that you had feelings for him, but everyone and their mother decided that today would be the perfect day to follow you around and interrupt you each time you tried. And the whole world, literally, was on your shoulders. Every other frickin’ country knew you were trying to confess and wanted to know how it was going. But each time one of them came to bother you about it, they ended up causing such a disruption that you couldn’t go through with it.

Part of you had to wonder if they were doing this on purpose, because seriously their timing was too perfect. Thinking back on all your attempts, you were honestly freaked out about just how all of your friends managed to pop up during your attempted confessions.


“Uh, h-hey, Gil?”

The cocky Prussian turned with a grin as he heard you call from the doorway to his room.

“Ja? Vat is it, (Name)?”

“I, uh, have something I need to tell you…”

Gilbert gestured you into his room with a dramatic flourish, forcing a giggle out of you and making you feel a tiny bit less stressed about this. So with a mock curtsey, you entered his room and sat next to him on his bed.

“You can tell me anything! Ze awesome me can solve any problem you may have!”

“Well I wouldn’t call it a problem, exactly.”

“Vell lay it on me.”

“Ok…,” you said, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves. “Gil, I—“


With a shriek, you toppled off of Gilbert’s bed as Alfred launched himself into the room. Gilbert sat there in shock for a moment before bursting into laughter while you just sat on the floor with an angry flush on your face.

“Alfred,” you growled, “you have until the count of five before I rip you a new one.”

“I-is that really necessary?”


“Hey! Come on now! I just wanted to know!”


“Hey, frau, vat are you so mad for?”


“(Name), please don’t kill me!”

“Four,” you muttered, standing up, making Alfred flinch back.



Alfred screamed and ran as fast as his hero legs could carry him, with you not far behind.

--End Flashback—

And of course by the time you’d made your way back to Gil’s house, he was gone. So then you’d texted him and asked him to meet you at a coffee house you both really liked.

--Flashback Two—

You tapped your fingers on the table as you waited for Gilbert. You’d already ordered drinks for both of you since neither of you was very original when it came to getting new things from this place.

“Yo, (Name)!”

You turned and grinned as you saw Gil jog over to you. You exchanged hellos before offering his drink to him, which he took with a huge grin.

“You know me so vell, frau,” he said, as he sat down across from you. You snorted as you took a sip of your own drink.

“Or we’re just really predictable.”

“Nonsense! I am vay too awesome to be easily predicted! I’m like…unpredictable to ze MAX!” You could only laugh at his loud exclamation. He was such a joke, but you always had fun with him.

“So vat did you vant to talk about, frau? And vhy’d you get so mad at Al earlier?”

You almost choked on your drink as you remembered the reason for this meeting. Coughing into your hand, you took the unintentional delay in the conversation to formulate your thoughts. Once you were satisfied with how you would tell him, you lowered your hand from in front of your mouth and started to speak.

“Hola, mis amigos!”

Or not.

“Hey, Toni! Hey, Francis!” Gil called out, waving to the two men as they sauntered over.

“’ow nice to see you both ‘ere!” Francis said, slipping into a seat next to Gil, while Toni sat next to you.

“Yeah, vat a coincidence. (Name) vas just about to tell me something.”

You cringed as Toni and Francis turned to you with knowing smirks on their faces. Since they were his best friends anyway, they would have figured out that you liked their friend at some point, but you were really regretting telling them yourself.

You sat there stuttering for at least a minute before standing abruptly, shocking the three men.

“I’ll see you guys later,” you said, before hurrying out of the coffee shop.

--End Flashback Two—

You rubbed your temples with a sigh. You would think the two of them would know better than to sit right there while you tried confessing to their friend. Especially Francis! But of course this would have to be the one time they didn’t mind crowding the two of you.

But oh ho! Let’s not forget the last interruption. This one was completely out of left field.

--Flashback Three—

Apparently Gilbert was beyond curious now as to what you wanted to tell him and had called you to demand you come over to his house. You didn’t have high hopes for this actually working since he did live with Ludwig after all. And if Ludwig was around, that meant that Feli would be around. At the very least.

So you barely felt anything but annoyance as you knocked on their front door and waited to be let in. When Gil was the one to answer the door, you could only hope that meant Ludwig was out.

Gil immediately latched onto your arm and dragged you into the living room, moving you to sit down before sitting right next to you.

“So. (Name). Ze awesome me has been dying to know vat it is you have been trying to tell me.”

“Is anyone here?”

“Nein. Vhy?” He gasped. “Did you do something really illegal?... I don’t see vhy you’d be worried about zat though. You are a country, so you’re almost above ze law...”

“No, Gil, I didn’t do anything illegal.”

“Is something wrong with your country?”


“Zen vat is it?”

You felt like you were about to throw up. This was it. You were finally going to tell him, for better or for worse.

“Gil…I lo—“

“Bruder, I’m home.”

Your eye twitched.

“Ah, (Name) is here? Have you told him yet? Don’t you think you should have by now?”

Ludwig, the human tank, flinched back as you shot a dirty glare at him before standing up.

“I…am going to go beat up a tree,” you said before walking away from the German brothers.

--End Flashback Three—

So after ridding yourself of your stress in the woods behind their house, you’d cautiously made your way back inside. You really couldn’t believe it. Of all people, Ludwig, had pestered you about confessing. Right after interrupting your third attempt! You were so sick of it. If you saw any of your friends’ faces you were going to throw a fit.

A commotion at the front door forced you out of your thoughts to see what was going on. You slowly stood and peeked around the corner to see everyone who’d interrupted and then some standing around. As soon as they saw you, they hurried over and crowded around you, all shooting questions at you. You could barely hear yourself think over the din they made. Your frustration was growing as they all asked if you’d confessed, why you hadn’t yet, were you chickening out. You could feel yourself reaching your boiling point.


The speed with which silence enveloped the room was something none of the countries had ever achieved before. If you’d been in a better mood, you would have said they deserved a place in the Guinness Book of World Records.

“Cherie, are you—“

“Shut up! All of you! I’m sick of you guys pestering me about confessing! I’ve been trying! But every single time I’ve worked up the courage, one of you gets in the way and messes it all up!”


“No! Do you have any idea how hard it is to just say “I love you, Gilbert” on its own?! And then to add you guys bursting in and asking if I’ve told him yet just makes it worse! God! At this point, I’m not even sure I want to tell him anymore, because I’ll be too worried someone will get in the way!”

“Frau, maybe you should—“

“I should what, Ludwig?! Tell your brother I love him?? I’ve. Been. Trying!”

“(Name), is zat true?”

You froze and turned to see Gil standing behind you. Your mouth got very dry and you barely noticed everyone dashing out of the room.

“Oh, now they mind their own business,” you muttered bitterly, refusing to look at your friend.

“(Name). Please answer me. Were you telling ze truth?”

You slowly nodded your head, still not looking at him.

“Vell it’s about damn time you said something!”

You looked up in shock and confusion at what he just said. Was your hearing going bad?


Gil grinned and strode over to you to wrap you in a tight hug. You were in such shock that you could only feebly lift your arms to return the hug.

“I’ve loved you for such a long time, but you never gave me any sign that you felt even a little bit of attraction towards me. So ven Toni and Francis told me you might have a thing for me and were planning on saying something soon, I could barely stop myself from going and saying something first!”

“Well…why didn’t you?” you asked, shyly peeking up at him. He smiled down at you and you blushed before ducking your head again.

“Because I just really vanted to hear you say it first, schatz,” he said, resting his chin on your head. “So vill you say it for me?”

“…I love you, Gilbert.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as he whooped and spun you around in a circle before setting you down and kissing you firmly. Smiles that seemed to stretch on for miles were on both of your faces as he pulled away.

“Ich liebe dich auch, (Name). Für immer und ewig.”

--Extended Ending—

“If any of you say something, I vill personally beat you to a pulp. You’re lucky I don’t now for how long you made me wait to hear meine schatz say she loves me.”

The silence that followed that statement was music to your ears.
Ok, here's another request! This time for :iconkanta-chan1: I hope you like it!

Holy shit was this long. Almost six pages in Word. I didn't even mean to, but this idea just needed the flashbacks and oh my goodness. So yes. I love this man though so it's ok.

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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....
Just a shortie for now ^^

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A high-pitched squeal rent the air and you gasped, finally feeling freed of your burden you sagged back against the white cushions and tried to catch your breath. Gilbert was staring at the bundle of child that the doctor was weighing and checking, his hand tightly frozen around yours. “Congratulations, it’s a girl.”

The albino stood up as if in a daze, reaching out for his new-born daughter. Cradling her in his arms, he gazed at her, his red eyes wide with wonder. He glanced at you as though he was seeking reassurance that this moment was real and not just a figment of his over-active imagination. Smiling tiredly at him, you held out your hand.

After gently giving your child to you, he sat down and just stared at the two of you. It was unlike him to be so quiet, so you rubbed your thumb over his hand. “Y’okay?” You croaked, your sore throat aching when you spoke instead of groaning for a change.

“J-ja.” He murmured back, his eyes still on her. Shifting so that he was sitting on his knees beside you, he stroked the wrinkled, warm skin of her cheek. “Hübsch.” He muttered and you recognised the word meaning ‘beautiful’, how could you not? After all he’d called you that so many times before. You chuckled slightly and ruffled his dishevelled hair.

His native tongue always appeared when he couldn’t find the English words to describe what he was seeing. The plastic bracelet around your wrist twisted uncomfortably, and he smoothed it out. Lifting your hand up, he kissed your palm over and over again. “She’s- she’s so beautiful.” He breathed, trembling as he tickled your daughter’s cheek.

Your baby yawned, her small hands reaching out and grasping Gilbert’s thumb. His face exploded into redness and he laughed loudly, picking her up and nuzzling her face with his own. “She’s so cute!!”

Unfortunately, she didn’t like the sudden, endearing outburst coming your German husband and she whimpered, breaking out into shrieks of distress. Gilbert froze and started looking around for something he could do, panicking as his little girl continued shrieking.

“Give her to me.” You instructed, not failing to giggle at the relieved expression he wore when she stopped crying the second she was nestled in your warm embrace. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t me-“ You silenced him with a kiss, one he happily returned. “Don’t worry, see? She stopped.” You whispered, butting your forehead against his.

He hummed in response, smiling adoringly at both you and your daughter. “I love you two.” He told you quietly, kissing first your nose and then hers. She gurgled in reply, her little fists clenching and unclenching. Gilbert shot you a conspiratorial look, before he pulled a face at her. She let out a curious laugh, which sounded an awful lot like his own strange laugh. You couldn’t help yourself, you hugged them both closely and laughed along with them.

“C’mon! C’mon! I want-a to see them!”
“You okay, Rudwig?” The blond nodded, a blank look on his face. He was still trying to get over the fact that is big brother was a father now. Ludwig silently swore he’d do everything to stop his brother from messing things up like usual. Kiku smiled softly, seeing Ludwig sitting down for a moment to get his bearings, the bubbly Italian racing around the corridor.

Kiku stopped in front of the door to your room and knocked quietly once. When no reply came, he peeked inside. The sight that greeted him made him pull out his camera and snap a picture. Gilbert had you wrapped in his arms, as you had your child and the three of you were snoring away together.

“So, can-a we go in?” Feliciano peered inside over the top of Kiku’s head, smiling widely when he saw you. “We shouldn’t disturb should we?” He asked. “No, we shourd reave them be.”
They smiled at each other and then went to find Ludwig some much-needed coffee.
Sooo I suppose this is kind of a sequel.... I just needed some fluff ^^ This isn't the 'Change her back (PrussiaXTransformed!Reader)' just so you know, that'll be coming soon!
... Prussia is taking over all my writings @.@
.... I'll get back to working on my art-project now...

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 "Gilbert?" you poked your head around the corner into the living room to see your Prussian boyfriend playing Super Smash Bros on the Wii.
 "Ja, _______?" he asked as he moved along with his characters movements on the screen.
 You narrowed your eyes, "Did you do the laundry by any chance?"
 "Ja, ja. Don't vorry about it. I'll do it later."
 "So you haven't done it?" you rubbed the bridge of your nose.
 Gilbert paused the game and looked at you lazily with his ruby eyes, "Nein."
 "Gilbert!" you threw your hands up in aggrivation. "You were supposed to do the laundry this morning! My favorite blouse was in there!" You huffed, "I was going to wear it for our dinner date tonight."
 The Prussian's face whitened. He jumped up and wrapped his arms around you, giving you his best "Oh shit I've done something wrong but I'll be hot and make up for it" face, "You don't need zhat stupid, unawesome blouse!"
 You raised an eyebrow, "Gilbert Beilschmidt, what did you do?"
 "Vell......" he rubbed the back of his neck, "I vas going to zhe laundromat before you voke up und on zhe vay zhere I set zhe basket of clothes down on zhe sidevalk to get a soda und I turned around und it vas gone."
 You stared at your boyfriend, your expression vacant.
 "YOU LOST OUR LAUNDRY?!" you shrieked after you had slapped Gilbert across the face.
 He pressed his hand to the side of his face where a very red hand mark was left behind, "VERDAMMT, VOMAN!"
 "Gilbert!" you whined and fell back onto the couch. "That basket had half of my closet in it!"
 The Prussian's face flushed, nearly covering the hand mark, "I vill buy you new clothes!"
 You looked up at him from the couch, "When?"
 "Tomorrow, liebe," he crouched down and stroked your hair. His face turned a brighter shade of red as he mumbled, "I'm sorry."
 "What was that?"
 He looked away, "I'm sorry."
 "I'M SORRY, VERDAMMT!" he jumped up. "Zhat's so unawesome of you, _______!"
 You chuckled and sat up, wrapped your arms around his waist and resting your head on is stomach. You knew he felt back but it was too much fun to mess with him. Gilbert's face would turn bright red and he'd begin to mumble. It was too cute!
 "Well," you looked up at him, your chin resting on his stomach, "What can I wear for the time being? All of the clothes that I still liked that fit me were in that basket."
 Gilbert crossed his arms then tapped his chin. He snapped his fingers and smirked, "Follow me!"
 The Prussian lept out of the room and into the bedroom you shared together. A loud bang was heard so you sighed and walked to the doorway. Your boyfriend stood in the closet doorway and held up one of his shirts, "Here!"
 You raised an eyebrow, "What?"
 "You need clothes so vear zhis!" he tossed you the shirt, the smirk on his face widening.
 Looking down at the shirt, you frowned. It was a plain white, button up shirt with silvery looking buttons on it. You slid your amrs into the sleeves then let your hands fall to your sides. The shirt was WAY to big. The shirt could be considered a dress. The sleeves covered hands, too.
 "Gil, I look like Yao." you huffed.
 He wrapped his arms around you, "I zhink you look awesome. Almost as awesome as me!"
 "Yeah," you snorted, "Because that's such a big accomplishment."
 The Prussian's smirk widened as he pressed his lips to yours, "Shut up! I AM awesome! Who could compare?"
 You laughed and pushed him away, "Forget dinner tonight. Let's just go shopping."
 Gilbert's face whitened and he laid down on the bed, "Actually, liebe, I feel sick."
 You laid down next to him, "Sure you do, Gil."
Well, more like drabble.
Is this considered drabble? :iconquestionplz:
Anyway, I'm having trouble with the next chapters to "Seto Kaiba x Reader" ([link]) and "Boxing" (I don't feel the need to put a link for this one so here's a picture of Prussia :iconsexyprussia2plz:)
So I'm having a tpe of "writer's block". As soon as I get some ideas, I will try to find the time to write! Please, bear with me here.
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Original title is original. Not. Sorry Reader-tan, you need to have long hair for this one! Human names used. Gilbert might seem a little OOC, but I do believe he has a sweet side :) I didn't bother writing the accents, 'cause I suck at that. :P Enjoy!

You had no idea how you were such close friends with Gilbert Bielschmidt, easily the most popular, eligible bachelor at your large high school. Most of the time he would hang with a group of the guys from his (whatever sport you want) team, but sometimes he would go out of his way to sit with you and your friends. You had no idea why he did this, but you didn't mind so you just went with it.

Today, Gilbert was ranting about the new girl that had just moved to your high school from (wherever you want). These were the days you hated. You hated when he talked about other girls. You knew somewhere deep in your heart that you had a crush on Gilbert, but you decided that unlike most high school girls who would confess to the most popular guy in school and have their hopes dashed, you would play it safe and just skip the whole rejection part completely and settle for unrequited love.

"(First name)! Why so quiet?" Gilbert poked you hard in the cheek, interrupting your musing.

"Ow!" You groaned, putting a hand to your cheek. "What were we talking about?"

"I was just saying how Roxi is easily the most awesome girl I've seen around here lately!"

A thump in your chest. You ignored it.

You decided to participate in the conversation. "Oh? Is she your type, Gilbert?"

He gave you a devilish grin, his eyes glinting with boyish glee. "Of course! I love cute girls."

You rolled your eyes. "Then why don't you ask her out?"

"I would!" Gilbert said indignantly. "But I am too awesome to steal somebody's girlfriend."


"She has a boyfriend!" Gilbert cried, outraged. "She said to one of the guys this morning that she's not looking for a relationship, because she's currently seeing her boyfriend from her old high school long-distance. But we all know those never work out. So, the awesome me is going to wait for them to break up and then I am going to make my awesome move!"

You sighed. "Good luck with that." You stood, and your stomach gurgled painfully. You clutched it subtly. "I have to go to the library so I can get some books for my essay this weekend, catch you guys on Monday?" Your friends nodded in agreement as you walked away.


That night, sleep did not come easily to you. You knew something was wrong. You were uneasy and you just couldn't get comfortable. You were sweating like crazy even though it was the middle of November. The hours dragged by on your clock. Eventually it was morning. You guessed you had gotten maybe 3 hours of sleep. You groaned, knowing you had to get up and do your essay but just wishing you could go back to sleep, but the minute you pulled the blanket off of yourself and sat upright a wave of nausea took you by surprise.

You barely made it to the bathroom.

"Ahhh." You moaned. "Of all days, why today..."

Meanwhile, you had forgotten you had made plans with Gilbert for today. You were planning to have him come over to your house and you were going to do your essays together.

You staggered back to your bedroom and flopped on the bed. You couldn't shake the chills you had just acquired, so you put on a (color) hoodie and a (color) toque and some (color) thermal leggings and snuggled into your bed, grabbing your phone.

There were 3 texts from Gilbert.

Hey, are we still on for today?

Yo Frau! Answer your phone!

(First name)?

You quickly messaged him back.

Sorry Gil, I can't have you over today. Busy.

There was a reply almost instantly, which was weird for Gilbert.

What could you be busy doing when we have these essays to write?

You quickly replied back as you felt the nausea beginning to overpower you again. You didn't want to have him over. He said he likes cute girls! You didn't even think you looked cute on your best day. You couldn't let him see you like this, let alone give him the chance to catch what you have.

Can't. Sorry.

You ran to the bathroom this time, your hair fluttering wildly and you knelt and retched into the toilet. You grimaced, seeing some had gotten on your hair. Going in the bathroom cabinet and taking some medicine for the nausea and upset stomach, you flushed the toilet and half-assedly rinsed your hair in the sink, throwing it into a ponytail. You went back to your room and lay down again, drifting into an uneasy sleep.

You woke up and it was late afternoon, nearly dinnertime.

There were 5 texts from Gilbert.


It's okay, I guess.

I can write the essay by myself I guess.

Can you proofread it later at least?

Are you getting these?

You coughed, shivering violently as you replied.

Yes I am. Sorry. I misplaced my phone.

Again, the reply was instantaneous.

You never misplace your phone...

Well there's a first time for everything Gil, haha.
You put your phone down on the bed as you tried to fall asleep again.

The attempts were futile. You tossed and turned, trying to get warmer. You pulled the covers up to your toque, hiding your face. Suddenly your bedroom door opened. You threw the covers off the bed, not expecting anybody.

"G-Gil?!" You squeaked, pulling the covers back over your face. "What are you doing here?! How did you get in?!"

"Spare key." He grinned, holding it up. "You need to pick a better place to hide it than in the mailbox, frau."

"My parents picked that hiding spot, not me." You grumbled.

"I came to check on you because something seemed off about you in your texts. Do you always wear a toque to bed?" He asked, pointing at it.

You sighed miserably. "I do when I'm sick."

"You're sick?" Gilbert asked, walking over to you and regarding you closely, to your chagrin.

"Get away from me!"

"Is there no one here to take care of you?" He asked quietly. "Where are (friend 1 first name) and (friend 2 first name)? Your parents?"

"Busy and out of town." You croaked, your throat sore.

Gilbert sniffed and wrinkled his nose. "You stink, (first name)."

"It's my hair." You said sadly, wishing the world would just swallow you whole.

Gilbert crossed his arms and looked to the ceiling, appearing to have a conversation with himself mentally. Suddenly he clasped his hands together in front of him and spoke.

"Well, I guess it can't be helped."

"What can't be helped?"

"The awesome me is going to take care of you!"

"What?!" You shrieked, starting with surprise.

His expression changed to a much softer one, offering you his hand. "I'm going to help you. Come. I'll wash your hair for you." He smiled kindly.

Not even believing what was happening, you gave him your hand and let him gingerly pull you from your bed, supporting some of your weight with his. The two of you hobbled to the bathroom where he put a towel on the floor beside the tub for you to sit on, and then he folded another and laid it on the side of the tub for you to lay your neck on. He gestured to it.

"Just lay back here and I'll wash your hair. It can't feel good." He leaned toward you, gently pulling your hat off. He carefully unwound the elastic and your long (hair color) hair tumbled down past your shoulders, some of it falling in chunks because you'd washed it under the sink. Gilbert grabbed a stool from the other side of the bathroom and sat on it while you manoeuvred yourself around so your hair was in the tub and you were leaning back on the towels he'd set up. Gilbert filled the tub with a bit of water and pulled his stool closer to you.

"Which shampoo is yours?" He asked, looking at the plethora of  bottles around you both.

"Umm... the (scent) one." You said.

And with that, Gilbert grabbed a cup off of the side of your tub, putting his hand over your eyes as he poured the water out toward the back of your head, effectively wetting your hair. You closed your eyes as you heard the shampoo bottle cap opening and Gilbert squirting it onto his hand. The shampoo was then on your head, and Gilbert was massaging it into your strands with a gentleness you didn't know he had. His fingers rubbed over your temples, your forehead, and the back of your neck and he thoroughly coated all of your hair in the shampoo. You visibly relaxed under his touch. It felt so good.

"Gil... how do you know how to wash someone else's hair?" You asked softly, curious.

"I have a younger brother." He reminded you. "I did a lot of looking after him when we were growing up."

"Oh." You breathed. "I'd forgotten about Ludwig." You smiled to yourself, wondering why Gilbert always kept his sensitive side hidden.

He ran his hands through the rest of your hair, making sure the suds penetrated the thickness of your locks. When he was done he did the same with the conditioner and then he rinsed your hair clean, wrapping it in a towel before helping you sit up properly. "Better?" He asked you, patting your leg.

"Much." You smiled, wishing this could go on forever.

Gilbert moved to help you up but gasped when he grasped your hand.

"You're all sweaty!"

"Ugh, don't remind me." You said. "I've been moving between fever and chills all day."

He suddenly looked you up and down, eyeing your peculiar outfit. "What are you wearing under that?"

"Umm.. a camisole and panties, why?" You asked, not liking where this was going.

"Nothing perverted!" His eyes widened and he looked shocked, taking a step back. "I was just thinking I'd help you wash yourself... like a sponge bath sorta thing. It'd get the sweat off and you'd feel fresher without actually having a shower."

You considered this for a moment before holding your arms out so he could help you pull your huge sweater off of your head. You pulled your leggings off and Gilbert helped you sit on the vanity, grabbing a new facecloth from a pile of clean linens on the bathroom counter. He wet it with warm water and very gently rubbed down your neck, arms, legs, and your chest around your collarbone. It almost seemed sensual. He was being so careful with you that you almost felt special.

As Gilbert helped you off of the vanity and toward the door of the bathroom, he glanced over and noticed (without you noticing) that there was a magazine laying on the counter with various makeup looks and hairstyles open, with "X"s over some of the styles and circles over the others.

When you both got back to your bedroom Gilbert helped you put some clean pajamas over your cami and panties. He opened your bed and grimaced.

"(First name), where do you keep clean sheets? These are all soiled with sweat."

"Umm, the linen closet in the hallway."

Faster than you could blink Gilbert was back with sheets and changed your bed, helping you into the fresh sheets. He went back into the bathroom and got another towel.

"What is that for?" You asked him, confused.

"I'm going to dry your hair, silly." He said, grabbing some of your hair with the towel over his hands.

Gilbert patiently hand dried your hair, and when he was done he used his fingers to comb your hair into a side ponytail and secured it with an elastic he found on your dresser. You finally were allowed to lie down, relaxing into the sheets.

"Thank you, Gilbert." You said, patting the bed offering him to sit next to you.

He sat, eyeing you with a serious expression. "Why didn't you tell me you were sick?"

You sighed. "I didn't want you to see me like this."

"Why not?"

"You like cute girls." You said sadly, not looking at him. "I'm not even cute on my best day. I didn't want you to see me all gross like this."

"I would rather help you than let you be here alone." He said, the intensity of his voice causing you to look at him. His red eyes burned with sincerity, standing out against his white hair. "And besides... you are kinda cute."

Your eyes widened, not sure if you'd heard what he'd said correctly. He smiled kindly at you, taking your hand.

Gilbert thought back to the magazine he'd seen in the bathroom. She tries that hard. He thought to himself. "Is that why you have those magazines in the bathroom?" He asked you, to your embarrassment.

You nodded sheepishly.

"I always found you cute. I just figured you'd be too into your studies to even notice me." He stuck his tongue out at you.

Before you could stop them tears sprang to your eyes and rushed down your face.

"Whoa whoa whoa! What's wrong? Did I say something to upset you? I'm sorry!" Gilbert was alarmed.

"No, no." You sobbed, sitting up. "I'm just happy."

"Happy..." Gilbert said slowly, and then looked at you. "Does that mean...?"

"I love you." You said, looking at him. "And I have for ages. I just never thought I was your type, or that you'd like me. Hell, I didn't even know why you were friends with me!"

Gilbert frowned. "I like being friends with you. You're awesome to be friends with!"

"Ha." You laughed dryly. "It's okay though. We don't have to go out. I just wanted you to know."

"(First name)..."

"And thanks for helping me today. I really appreciate it."

"(First name)!" He said, trying to get your attention. "I love you. Ich liebe dich. You're an awesome person an I'd have to be totally unawesome to miss out on that."

"But you want to ask out Roxi." You said sadly, looking at him.

"Nah." He said. "I was saying that to see what you'd say. I had to have some way to see if you were even remotely interested in me."

"Oh Gil." You said, wrapping your arms around him and snuggling into his chest.

Gilbert was the first to pull away, tilting your chin up to look into his eyes. He started leaning in and you jerked away.

"Eww no don't kiss me. I taste like stomach acid." Your throat still tasted horrible no matter how many times you'd brushed your teeth after throwing up.

Gilbert laughed quietly. "I'll kiss you. No tongue then."

You smiled. "Deal."

And with that his lips were pressed to yours, and your heart soared to the skies.

You were feeling better in more ways than one.

And it was all thanks to Gilbert.

And a sick day.
Just a oneshot idea that I got at 1am so I typed it out real fast :P Enjoy it! :)

EDIT: PS if you like this I have a REALLY LONG GermanyxReader oneshot coming. So watch for it! :)

EDIT2: Thank you for all the favorites omg. <3


EDIT4: 6000 hits why?! Thank you so much :) It's sad how a oneshot I wrote at oneam is more popular than anything else in my gallery lmao

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“(Naaaaame)!” Gilbert, your boyfriend for three years, whined for the millionth time.

You just rolled your eyes and ignored him, your attention still on your laptop in front of you. Probably wants me to get something for him, you thought.

Damn, she won’t pay attention to me, Gil thought. A mischievous smirk found its way to his face. Time to pump it up. “(Naaaaame)! (Naaaaaame)! (Naaaaame)!” Gilbert whined-sang loudly.

Your brow twitched with annoyance but you continued to ignore him, still focused on the fanfic you were reading.


You turned to him. “What?!” you snapped. He pouted and crossed his arms, his face turned downward. You sighed. He looked too cute. You leaned closer to him and pecked him on the nose. He beamed, his usual smirk coming back to place.

“Hey, (Name).” Gilbert said, grinning. This is gonna be awesome…

You sighed. “What?” you asked him warily.

Excitement and nervousness shot through him. “Knock, knock.”

Your brow twitched slightly. Knock knock? KNOCK KNOCK?! HE INTERRUPTED YOU FOR THAT?! But you just breathed in and tried to reply as calmly as possible. “Who’s there?”

“Marry.” His grin grew even wider as he saw you blush.

“Marry who?” Your face was on fire now.

Your eyes widened as he knelt in front of you, holding a small velvet box with a ring inside. “Marry me?” he asked somewhat nervously.

You hugged him, not even bothering to pull him up first. “YES! YES! I’LL MARRY YOU!”

He laughed and kissed your head, happy that you accepted.
AH! ZHE FLUFF! IT'S KILLING ME! Based on [link] but I didn't include the 'wanna hear a joke part because then it would defeat the purpose! Trust me, that's not as easy as it sounds. (and the idea just had to hit me while I was most of the time. XD) Anyways, please comment before you fave! Danke! :D

Prussia/Gilbert Beilschmidt (c) :iconhimaruyaplz:
You (c) :iconprussiaplz:
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Gilbert’s jaw just about hit the floor when you told him the big surprise. “Y-you’re not joking are you frau?” He asked, his red eyes wide. You glanced away from him, hoping his reaction could’ve been different.

“No, I’m not. Gil, we’re going to be parents.” You repeated, stroking his cheek as he continued to stare at you. As though the cogs in his brain had finally stopped whirring, a huge grin bloomed across his face. He crowed loudly and you jumped in shock.

“Don’t do that!” You told him, but he wasn’t listening as he was dancing around, kissing his fingers and throwing them up into the air.

“What are you doing?” You asked bemusedly, shaking your head at him. He grinned at you, wrapping his arms around you and swirling you around in circles with him. “I was thanking God for his awesomeness! But then again, you’re the awesome one here!” He leaned down to kiss you, squeezing your waist firmly but gently.

Giggling when he placed his hands on your stomach, you bumped your forehead against his. He was staring at your tummy intently as if trying to see something. “I’m not that far along, you can’t see that much yet.” You murmured, running your hands down his neck.

Slowly, he tilted his head upwards and you could’ve sworn you saw some moisture glistening in his eyes.

“No way,” you teased,” is the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt crying?” He grumbled slightly, burying his face in your neck. “Nein, hell no!” He muttered back, gulping and wiping his eyes quickly with his balled fist.

“Ich liebe dich.” He whispered and you blushed, standing on your toes to press a kiss on his lips. “Ich liebe dich auch.” You answered, making him grin and kiss down the side of your face.

“So how long until she gets here?” He asked, stooping down to place his ear on your stomach. Even if he couldn’t hear anything, he felt warm as you pressed closer to him, stroking through his hair. “It could also be a boy.”  You chuckled.

“If it’s a girl, I’m going to pamper her so much...” he murmured and then continued. “Then again, if it’s a boy, I can teach him to play football.” Glancing up at you, he grinned widely, his cheeks pink.

“Though I’m sure either way they’ll be awesome!” Smiling down at him, he blinked rapidly as he remembered his question. “So how long?”

“Well, I presume about another six months or so.” His shoulders sagged and his brows knit together. Chewing on his lip, he pouted, his expression downcast.

“There’s nothing we can do about that.” You rubbed his back and he huffed, crossing his arms. “But I want to see my kid right now!” He complained and you watched as he stomped off outside. Watching through the window you saw him shake his fist at the sky and you could hear his voice even through the glass.

“Make the time speed up right now! Or you’ll be forever unawesome Gott!”
Erm, the title kind of sucks, oh well~

Just something short, I didn't have that much time today; have german and physics test tomorrow. But since I've finished studying for them I thought it was alright to do this ^^

Please enjoy and tell me what you think, feedback is as always appreciated!

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Sequel: [link]
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“Gilbert! Ugh!” You walked around the house, looking for the Prussian and his bird. You should have told him you were going to get ice cream. But no, you had decided to be honest and tell the albino that you were going to the vet.

You heard a “Piyo!” followed by “Verdammt, Gilbird! Shut up!” You followed the sound, tracking it to the bathroom. You pulled open the shower curtain to reveal Gilbert, with Gilbird on his head. You rolled your eyes.

“Come on, we’re going to be late for Gilbird’s appointment.” You hoped Gilbert would give in and allow you to take them to the vet, but, of course, that’s not what happened. Gilbert shouted “No!” and then darted past you, with his bird, and ran down the hallway.

You sighed in exasperation, walking out of the bathroom. “Gil, don’t be such a baby!” Instantly a reply came.

“I am not a baby! Scheiße!” He realized that he had given away his position again. You smirked and easily found the albino again, this time in the closet.

“Tell you what. You come to the vet, and I will buy the BTT beer and ice cream. How’s that?” Gilbert looked at you. He did like ice cream… and he loved beer… Gilbert nodded tentatively, and you pulled him up off the closet floor.

A few minutes later, you were cruising down the road, Gilbert looking around nervously in the passenger seat. Gilbird seemed fine with his trip to the vet, however. You pulled into the parking lot of the vet’s office, and got out of the car.

Gilbert stayed in the car for a moment, and only got out when you gave him a look. You rolled your eyes and held your hand out. He took it, and together you walked into the office. You told Gilbert to sit down while you talked to the receptionist.

He nervously sat on a large, cushy chair, looking suspiciously around the room. You stifled a giggle at how protective of his bird Gilbert was, and made your way to the Prussian. “It will be about a ten minute wait.” You sat down beside him, picked up a magazine, and settled in for the wait.

The front door opened, and Gilbert jumped about a mile into the air. You looked at him like he was insane, and he gave you a sheepish grin. Gilbert jumped again when the door opened, and the vet stepped out.

“Gilbert, and… GIlbird.” The vet was obviously amused. You pulled Gilbert up and walked towards the vet, following him as he led you to the exam room.

“So, GIlbird, how’ve you been feeling lately?” The vet, checked hi clipboard, and glanced at Gilbert.

“He’s been fine!” Gilbert half-yelled at the vet defensively. You gave the man an apologetic grin, and he returned a knowing look.

“Gilbert, please place the bird on the exam table.”

“Nein! Vhat are you going to do to my birdie?!” Gilbert turned to you, holding Gilbert away from the vet, possessively. “(Name)! Vhat are they going to do to my birdie?!”

“Relax, Gilbert. The nice vet just wants to make sure GIlbird is healthy. It’s just routine.” You spoke in a low, soothing voice, trying to get him to calm down.

“He is healthy! Who said he vasn’t?!” Gilbert was losing it.

“Gilbert, just give the nice vet the bird.” Gilbert flipped off the vet. The vet seemed quite indifferent.

“Not that bird!” you groaned, and face palmed. “Just give Gilbird over so we can get this over with.”

“Nein! It’s a plot! He’s going to take Gilbird away!” Gilbert looked all around the room for an escape route. You put a hand on either side of his face in a last-ditch effort to calm him down.

“Would I ever let them take Gilbird away? Hmm?” Gilbert thought for a moment, than shook his head. “That’s right. Gilbird is safe.” You waited to make sure he understood before backing away again. Gilbert reluctantly set Gilbird down on the exam table.


“Did you really flip off the vet?” Toni stuck his head between the front seats, eager to hear the story again.

“Ja! It vas awesome” Gilbert smoothly left out the part where he freaked out. You rolled your eyes, grinning.

“Honhonhonhon” Francis laughed in the seat behind you. You rounded the corner, revealing an ice cream shop.

“Don’t forget the beer, liebe!”

“I got it right here. Wait… what did you just call me?” Gilbert went very, very red. Toni and Francis laughed at him for a solid ten minutes.
Some fluffy fluff :)

I do not own you or hetalia!
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Oh boy, you already knew that emotions were confusing but this was just ridiculous.

I mean, come on.

Who even thought it was a good idea to have a crush on someone?!


*~Story time:  Flashback~*

Freshman year in High school. You’ve never had a boyfriend before and you’ve never actually been in love before. Besides- no boy seemed to have a crush on you anyways, they weren’t really interested in you. And you weren’t interested in them.

That was until you met him.

Arthur Kirkland.

Arthur was sweet, charming and handsome, but could be really hot-headed and short-tempered. Arthur wasn’t a genius in school, but he was average. He played guitar in a band with his cousin Alfred and some of his other friends. Moreover he was pretty good at soccer (or football like he used to call it). His messy blond hair covered part of his bushy eyebrows, but they were still pretty evident. Yet what really caught your eyes weren’t his prominent eyebrows, but his beaming emerald-green eyes. They were kind and genuine and you loved losing yourself in their depths.

Maybe you were a bit oblivious and naïve, but you didn’t realize that he liked you. And you were even more oblivious to the fact that you liked him as well. So you fooled yourself and pretended to be nothing more than good friends. Even as one of your closer friends tried to talk to you about your relationship to him, asking you if you had a crush on him you replied, “Nah, we’re just friends. I could never like him that way!” Even after she told that he had a crush on you, you denied it.

You managed to deny that until two years later.

That was when you finally realized your crush on Arthur.

It was some kind of ‘on-and-off-crush’; one time you thought you were over him, the next day you realized you weren’t and so on.

But two weeks ago you eventually realized that you still had a crush on him. You glanced at him every now and then to see where he was looking. You wanted to catch those mesmerizing green orbs looking at you, connecting with yours. You wanted to hear his laughter and see his stunning smile. You wanted to ruffle through his shaggy blond hair and earn a scowl from him because of your action. You wanted to hear his kind of strange taste in music again, that didn’t quite fit yours. You wanted to laugh about his jokes and have tickle-fights with him, which made you both laugh so hard that you thought you couldn’t breathe anymore. You just wanted his attention again.

But guess what?

He didn’t have a crush on you anymore.

It didn’t really help that you discovered Ed Sheeran around this time either.

You felt like maybe you could get him to like you again. Spending more time with him, being with him, joking with him, talking about music with him. You two were still friends, but not as close as two years ago. So you somehow had to get close to him again. You just wanted to be near him, so maybe he could realize that he still had feelings for you, because you were one hundred percent sure that you had a legit crush on him.

But you didn’t expect what happened next.

One day you logged onto Facebook to see what happened at the weekend.

On this very particular you decided to look what Arthur had been doing.

And what do you see?

“Arthur Kirkland went from being ‘single’ to ‘being in a relationship’.” It said on his page.

So what would a teenage girl normally do? Cry over the fact that her love interest found another person that loves him? Be upset because the slight possibility that he liked her back is now crushed? Be angry because-…Because…

But that’s exactly it. Why would she be angry? He was never hers to begin with. So a teenage girl would be devastated and depressed, feeling betrayed and heartbroken, crying over her love interest but still thinking about a revenge strategy in the back of her head. And of course, as a teenage girl, who is trying to get over her broken heart, she needed to get some ice cream, chocolate and some romance movies to soothe her pain.

But that’s where your confusion starts. Because the thing is- as soon as you saw that activity on his page you started chuckling. You didn’t feel any pain. Did you really have a crush on Arthur?

A smile formed on your lips as you chuckled to yourself.

“I guess I just knew it.” You thought, smirking.

You were kind of happy for Arthur. Sure, you were a bit disappointed, but you couldn’t get yourself to hate Arthur or his new girlfriend.

Was there something wrong with you?


You decided that it was time to enjoy the warm, comforting spring sun. A week had passed since you saw that Arthur had a girlfriend and you still didn’t feel anything. Was there something wrong with you? Shouldn’t you at least be a bit more disappointed that he chose someone else over you?

“I think I’ll just go for a walk and get some fresh air to lighten my thoughts up.” You thought as you slipped into your (f/c) sneakers. You left a note on the kitchen counter, saying that you went into the forest and that you would be back soon.

There was a small forest near your home and it was one of absolute favorite places on Earth. As a child you would always go there and look for squirrels, collect beautiful flowers and imagine adventures with fantasy creatures. Now, years later, you loved going there because it was quiet, but not completely silent. Sometimes you would climb one of the trees to get a better view of this beautiful scenery. It was just the perfect spot for daydreaming and thinking.

Time to sort your feelings out. You sat down on a big trunk, and turned your head to look at the clouds, trying to find figures or animals in them.

Suddenly you heard some leaves rustling and turned to see what it was when someone shouted,

“Hey, vatch out!”

But it was too late, the ball was already coming up to your face and you couldn’t duck anymore. It hit you square in the face and you fell off your trunk, hitting your head on the ground.

“…Oww…Ugh..” You groaned as you tried to sit up

“Whoa…Hey Frau, are you okay? I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to hit you viz my ball. Zat was really unawesome of me.”  Someone started talking to you in a thick German accent but you couldn’t make out the face of your ‘assailant’ just yet.  You groaned again but finally managed to sit up, still feeling dizzy.

Still not being able to see clearly you used one of your hands to feel where the other person was. Your hand found something soft but you weren’t sure what it was, it could be-

“Uh, yes Frau, zat is my awesome face. Could be please stop touching it now?” He cleared his throat.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were this close!” You replied, blinking repeatedly to clear your vision.

Finally your blurred vision cleared again and you were able to look into the other person’s eyes.

Fascinating, deep red eyes stared back into your widening (e/c) ones, still looking a bit worried but regaining their confidence. Pale skin and light hair, almost silvery white, glowing in the afternoon sun. And a cocky smile on thin lips. You felt a blush creep up your face as you were looking at him. The red rubies were now sparkling and beaming with joy and his light eye brows were raised a bit.

“Like vhat you see, Frau?” He teased you, sticking his tongue out.

“I-I wasn’t…I just…” You couldn’t even explain what you were doing without admitting that you were checking him out. Your blush deepened as you rubbed the back of your head, avoiding his intense gaze.

He started laughing an obnoxiously loud laugh “Kesesesese! Ja frau, I always have zis effect on women!” He continued laughing and stood up.

“Come on stand up and help me find my ball….Uh, by the way, vhat’s your name? I don’t want to call you frau ze whole time.” He inquired, furrowing his eye brows a bit.

“It’s ______. _______ _________. And you are?” You answered his question smiling warmly.

“Kesese, nice to meet you _______! My awesome name is Gilbert Beilschmidt!” He snickered, extending his pale hand to shake yours.  “So, vill you help me find mein ball?”

“Uh, yeah sure, if you promise that you won’t hit me again?”

“Nooo, I would never hit you intentionally! I solemnly swear by my awesome bird Gilbird!” He vowed.

“Is awesome the only adjective you know?” You had to admit, it was getting kind of annoying.

“Hey frau, don’t be mean! I just like ze word awesome, you know? It fits my personality perfectly.” Gilbert snorted but started grinning again.  “You’re feisty, I like that!”

“I’m not usually like that; I think your ball might have caused damages in my brain!” You retorted also grinning.

What was going on? You weren’t usually this outgoing around strangers! But you just felt kind of comfortable around Gilbert.

You looked around, searching for Gilbert’s ball. Why did you even help him find his ball? You had noo idea.

The sun was already starting to set and the sunset cast red and orange light on Gilbert’s silvery hair. You couldn’t help admiring him again.  “He is kind of handsome. And he seems really nice and …awesome.”

“Ah! Zhere you are! Come here ball, come to papa!” Gilbert’s enthusiastic shouts interrupted your thoughts.  “Look _______, I found mein awesome ball!”

“That’s great Gilbert!” You shouted back, laughing. He was thrilled to bits.

He came running to you, laughing and holding his ball like a trophy over his head. As soon as he was right in front of you he let go of his ball and embraced you in a bear hug, astounding you.

“Give me a hug ______! Thank you so much for helping me find my ball!” Gilbert laughed, burying his nose in your hair. You were sure that your face must have been completely red by now.

“Why were you even playing with that ball out here?” You managed to ask the pale boy, who finally let go of you.

“Vell, me and West were playing football on that hill, and I hit- Oh scheiße…” He mumbled.

“What is it? Who’s West?” You wanted to know. He seemed like he just remembered something important and started running towards the hill.

“Hey! Gilbert! Wait for me!” You screamed, running after him. “Who is West, what’s going on?”

“West is my brother, I completely forgot zhat he’s waiting for me to fetch ze ball!” He shouted running faster until he finally reached the top of the hill. You were surprised by what you saw.

A small house was standing on the hill, about 200 meters away from the edge of the forest. It was surrounded by a small wooden fence and two trees on the left. There were even two goals to play football with, both decorated with a flag. The left goal had a Germany flag on it and the other some kind of black and white flag, but you didn’t know which country it belonged to. Then you noticed someone sitting next to left goal, leaning against the bar. He was tall and muscular, with stern blue eyes and blond hair. Gilbert ran up to him, putting an arm around his broad shoulders.

“______, zhat’s my baby bruder Ludwig, but I call him West. West zhat’s ______, my ball hit her in the face and she helped me get it back!” Gilbert laughed.

“Dummkopf! Zhat’s why I told you to be more careful!” He shouted, smacking Gilbert. Ludwig then turned to you and said, “I’m sorry _______, mein bruder is just an idiot, I hope he didn’t hurt you.”

“No, it’s fine, really. He already apologized and he even helped me get up again.” You said blushing a bit, as you remembered the scene.

“Well then, I guess it’s fine. At least he apologized.” Ludwig gave Gilbert a glare, but the pale boy just pouted.

“Zhat was so unawesome West, why did you have to hit me?”

“Because you are an idiot, zhat’s why. And stop calling me West, verdammt!” Ludwig replied seemingly annoyed. The two boys looked like they were about to start fighting again so you quickly tried to change the subject.

“Well, I guess I have to go now guys. I told my parents I’d be back soon, and the sun is already setting!” You explained, giving them an apologetic smile.

“No, don’t go yet ______! Vhy don’t you stay for dinner? I mean if you want to, zhat is….” Gilbert answered eagerly without realizing what he just offered.

“Well I could ask my mum if it’s okay…” You said, already searching for your phone in your pocket. In the corner of your eye you could see Gilbert smiling and Ludwig giving you a thumbs-up.

Luckily your mother agreed and let you stay a while longer, but she said that one of the guys had to walk you home, since it was starting to get dark already.

“We’ll talk about zhat later, alright?” Ludwig stated, before guiding you into their small but comfortable house.    


“And then I said: ‘Well maybe when you shaved your bushy eye brows, you’d be able to see something!’ and he just gave me a look like this-“. You said laughing, pulling an annoyed face to show Gilbert and Ludwig what you meant.

The three of you immediately got along and you joked around all the time. You were telling them stories about Arthur or ‘Captain Eye Brows’ as Gilbert liked to call him by now. Sure, you were exaggerating a bit, you would never say something like this to Arthur, not even in a situation like this, but it was just for fun, right? You didn’t really harm anyone.

Gilbert and Ludwig seemed to enjoy your stories though, slamming their fists on the table and raising their glasses of beer while laughing out loud. While Gilbert had this obnoxious, somewhat high laugh, Ludwig’s roaring laughter was rare, but deep. You joined their laughter gladly.

But a look at your watch told you that you had to leave now, unfortunately. You really enjoyed talking to the two German brothers- Oh I’m sorry, the German brother and the older, more awesome Prussian brother. That’s what Gilbert told you. You still didn’t quite understand why he would call himself Prussian, since the kingdom had been abolished long before he was born but it was Gilbert you were talking about- He was a bit quirky. But that’s what made him awesome.

“Guys, I really love talking to, but I have to go now. Thanks for having me and thank you for the meal, Ludwig! It was really delicious.”  You smiled at the usually stoic German in a friendly way.

“No problem _______! It was nice to meet you, I hope you’ll visit us again?” Ludwig said hopefully.

“Sure, I’d love to! So, bye Gil-“. You wanted to reply but were cut off by a certain Prussian.

“Baby Bruder, I’ll walk _______ home, ja?” Gilbert stated, giving his brother a meaningful look.

“Ja okay, vhatever floats your boat Bruder…” Ludwig waved dismissively, trying to hold back a smirk.

“Come on ______, let’s go.” The pale Prussian took your hand, dragging you out of the house. You waved at Ludwig as you left the house, giving him one last smile.

The two of you walked in silence, because Gilbert seemed to be lost in thought. You were admiring the beautiful night, full moon with many sparkling stars, giving Gilbert’s hair an unnatural silvery glow. His red ruby eyes were also glistening in the moon light, but he avoided your eyes, furrowing his brows, like he was thinking about something serious.

As you led the way to your house, he suddenly cleared his throat as if wanting to tell you something. You stopped and turned to look into those ruby orbs, which had a determined look in them.

“Is there something you wanted to say, Gil?”

“Uh, vell…You know, I…uh….” He seemed to be searching for words to say.


“Ah, verdammt…” He finally managed to say before stepping closer to you and cupping your face in his hands.  

He smashed his lips onto yours, closing his eyes, hoping that you wouldn’t pull away or slap him. But you did neither. You were actually hoping he’d do that, but still blushed like crazy.

His thin lips were soft just like the kiss at first, but soon he wanted more. You put your hands on his chest, while he put his behind your head, running his fingers through your hair. But your kiss didn’t last long, since he soon opened his eyes, releasing you from his firm grip.

“I hope you know zhat you are awesome _______. Almost as awesome as me. And to prove zhat I know other adjectives as well, I can add zhat you are beautiful and funny and amazing and stunning. Zhere you have it.” He said slowly returning to his normal, cocky self.

“Wow Gilbert, I underestimated your language skills, I’m really sorry. Am I forgiven?” You said smiling, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Only if you promise to visit me again. You don’t vant to make an awesome Prussian wait, do you?” Gilbert smirked.

“You’re feisty, I like that.” You retorted, winking at him and sticking your tongue out, before walking up to your house.

“Ich glaube ich liebe dich _______...[1]“. Gilbert mumbled as he watched you walk into your house, waving at him before closing the door.

“See you tomorrow.”


Yes, emotions are confusing, but at least now you were feeling something pleasant.
Whew, so here's my second fanfiction! A PrussiaxReader cause I really like Prussia.
And I tried to not make Arthur an asshole, I hope you don't hate him now :ohnoes:
At least you don't hate him in this fic :dummy:

[1]: For anyone who didn't understand that: He's saying 'I think I love you' in German.

I could actually picture the two brothers having a house like that, with Ludwig running the house hold and Gilbert playing with Gilbird in the woods...

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this story :la:
And -as always- if you find any mistakes, please tell me, I'll fix it!

Prussia, Germany and Hetalia belong to :iconhimaruyaplz:

You belong to :iconsexyprussia2plz: now, I guess?
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Gilbert,” I chirped quietly as I sat on the larger silver-haired man’s lap, facing him. “Gilbert, Gilbert, Gilbert, Gilbert!”

He smiled and chuckled quietly as I continued chanting happily. He had told me before that he liked the way I said his name, he said it made me sound so little and innocent. I just didn’t like how it sounded in other languages, so I naturally used my own. It just didn’t sound nearly as fluent in the others.

“You’re laughing,” I giggled slightly and poked his nose with the tip of my finger. He chuckled again and lightly took my hand in his larger one. 

“No, just chuckling,” he replied with a smile and put our hands against his cheek. I giggled when I felt his voice reverberate through his chest. It was such a comforting feeling that I closed my eyes and sighed contently afterwards.

Gilbert gently removed our hands from his cheek again and in the process I laced our fingers together gently. He brought our hands down to rest in his lap as I leaned forward a bit and rested my cheek on his shoulder, sighing again. He then gently ran his other hand’s fingers through my hair and hummed softly, a rather unusual thing for him to do.

“You’re not usually like this,” I mumbled quietly and looked straight into his gently shining red eyes.

“Neither are you,” he retorted quietly as he stopped stroking and I smiled slightly up at him.  

“I guess not,” I said with closed eyes and cuddled further into him, as he smiled down gently. 

I felt the muscles in his neck and shoulders move slightly before I felt warmth right at my hairline. I smiled and chuckled ever so slightly as Gilbert’s warm lips stayed in their spot on my head. 

“What is it you want me to do, you silly little sneak?” I asked and looked back up at him once he removed his lips from my forehead.

“Whatever do you mean?” Gilbert said, feigning innocence, with a quiet chuckle to follow.

“You’re obviously after something,” I said with a sly smile and poked his nose again. 

“Run ten laps,” he said and my eyes widened at this.

“Excuse me, what?” I asked disbelievingly and removed my head from his shoulder.

“I was kidding, my gullible little girl,” Gilbert said with a sweet smile and poked my nose this time.

“Oh thank god,” I said relieved and placed my head back on his shoulder. “You had me scared for a second.”

“I’ll give you a day off,” he said and snuggled a bit into my hair before inhaling deeply.

Wunderbar,” I said and closed my eyes with another gentle smile.

“Could you please repeat that?” Gilbert asked and sounded a bit confused and taken aback.

“No,” I replied shortly and turned my head so my face was buried in his shoulder.

“Come on,” I could nearly hear a pout in his request.

“Are we pouting?” I asked without looking up and smiled crookedly.

“What? No, of course not.” Could I really just hear a blush on his cheeks?

I looked up again and saw the slightest trace of color dust his pale cheeks. I giggled a bit and ran the back of my unoccupied hand over his cheek. He glanced down at me from the corner of his eyes, and one of the sweetest smiles I had ever seen graced his handsome face.

“You should smile like this some more,” I nearly whispered as I stroked his cheek.

“I don’t think so,” he replied and leaned slightly into the touch.

“And why not?” I asked a bit confused and widened my eyes a bit.

“Because then they wouldn’t be as special as you seem to think they are,” he replied in a whisper and closed his eyes gently. 

“True,” I replied and smiled softly. “Gilbert.”

“You know I love it when you say that.”

“Yea, I do,” I said and kissed him softly on the lips.

Yes, more from me :)
Written during German class :XD:
It was originally supposed to be Germany, but in the end it fitted Prussia better (I think).
He's still OOC, though, and I apologize! DX
Hope you enjoy this, and have fun cuddly-time with everyone's favorite awesome albino! ;)

I don't own Hetalia, Hidekaz Himaruya does
You own you (or maybe Prussia does...)
I own this little drabble

EDIT: Y'all are crazy people! I love you for it~ But seriously: over 1500 views and over 120 faves? Thank you so~ much~ :iconyayprussiaplz:
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