PrussiaXChubby!Reader- The Internet Cannot Lie
You sighed as you flipped through television channels while your friend, Gilbert, used your computer(probably going on MLP and Brony blogs and managing his own) because Ludwig kicked him off his. You sighed again, louder this time, hoping to bring to his attention that he's been on your computer blogging for about seven hours now... While inaudibly mumbling to himself.
You sighed even louder. Still no response.
Now you cleared your throat rather bluntly. Silence.
Now you went from noises to the actual word, "Ahem!", which was still to no avail.
Finally, you just said, "Gilbert, I wanna go on the computer. I need to go on deviantart and see if Wildheart63 has uploaded any deviations yeeet." You whined. (A/N: I wonder if people acutally say/think this *foreveralone* //shot)
"Hold on, I'm doing somezhing important." he responded, not taking his crimson eyes off the computer screen.
"Honestly, what could you be doing that is so important that you have to use my computer for seven
You stared in shock at the scene before
Your boyfriend of two years was with
another woman. And not just any woman: Elizabeta. She’d been
your “rival” for about a year and a half. You could
barely call it a rivalry though, because it was clear that your
boyfriend Roderich preferred her over you. You continued to watch
with tears threatening to spill over at any second. Sadly, that
second came sooner than you anticipated: Roderich leaned down and
kissed her, something he never did for you in the two years you were
You couldn’t take it anymore. You
dashed with blurred vision toward your best friend’s little
café. No matter what happened in your life, (friend’s
name) was always there for you. You hoped that would hold true today.
*Time skip to café~*
You walked in slowly, most of your
tears dry by now. (Friend’s name) looked up from the counter
and her eyes widened as she took in your appearance. She beckoned you
over and patted your shoulder when you approached.
“What happened?” she asked,
voice full of concern.
You shook your head, not wanting to cry
in a public place for the second time today. (Friend’s name)
“Can you do me a favor then?”
she asked after realizing you wouldn’t talk. You nod, hoping it
wasn’t something crazy.
“Good. I need you to wait
upstairs. There’s someone I want you to meet. He should be here
in about fifteen minutes.”
“Please don’t try to set me
up again…” you mutter. She looked at you with a ‘how
dare you think I’d do that’ face. You shook your head and
did what she told you, taking a seat at a table near the large back
window. You continued to brood over the past event and flinched
violently when your phone vibrated. The message shattered your heart
‘I can no longer be seen with a
woman of your figure. You embarrass me to no end and you never seem
to take a hint. I have decided to begin dating Elizabetta, and in
courtesy to her, you and I will never come in contact again.
P.S.: If you’d like to
date again, I suggest losing weight’
You gripped your phone so hard, you
were amazed you didn’t crack the screen. How dare that jerk
call you fat!? You were only ten pounds above your “healthy”
weight, and losing weight isn’t exactly easy!
You sighed in defeat. Why were you so
surprised? This was nothing new. Roderich always verbally abused you.
Whether it be for your weight, your personality, or some random
reason that only made sense to him. You held your head in your hands
and blocked out the world from your sight.
About ten minutes later, you flinched
yet again as you heard someone running up the stairs.
“Yo, excuse me!” a man
yelled as he threw open the door, making you drop your phone that you
still had in a death grip. You leaned down with a sigh to get it, and
when you looked up, you saw the man sitting across from you at the
“Sorry about that,” he told
you, “Is it broken?”
You glanced at it and were almost
disappointed to see it was still whole.
“No, but I wish it was,”
you answered him honestly. He raised an eyebrow at this.
“Why is that? It looks like a
As you pondered a way to answer him
without sounding like a complete wreck, you took in his appearance
for the first time. He had short silver hair and ruby red eyes. He
looked abnormally pale, but it went with his other features so well,
you didn’t mind it. The thing that stuck out most however was a
small bird resting on top of his head. The little creature made you
smile from just looking at it.
Noticing your spacey look, the man
waved his hand in front of your face. “You with me?”
You snapped to attention, realizing he
was still there.
“Um, sorry. Uh, my name’s
________,” you told him with a flush of embarrassment. The man
chuckled at this.
“I am the Awesome Gilbert. You
can call me Gil, Gilbert or The Awesome One.”
You gave a small laugh. “I’ll
stick with Gilbert for now, thanks.”
He shrugged. “Have it your way.”
“Does he have a name?” you
ask pointing at the bird in Gilbert’s hair. He gives you a
confused look before realizing what you were pointing to. He gently
lifts the little one off his head and sets him on the table.
“He sure does! This is the
Awesome Gilbird!” Gilbert stated with pride. You laugh at the
similar sounding names and Gilbert’s obsession with the word
“awesome.” You give Gilbird a small pat and smiled at his
Gilbert smiled as well, but quickly
lost it when he remembered his question.
“You still didn’t answer me
_______,” he stated matter-of-factly.
You look up from the cuteness that was
Gilbird. To the admitted hotness that was Gilbert.
You flushed as you thought that. You
had only known this man for a total of less than twenty minutes, and
your last boyfriend recently broke up with you in a rather rude
fashion. You remember his question and decide to just be blunt with
“Ah, I was just in a pretty bad
breakup, and I wanted my phone broken so I didn’t have to look
at the breakup message again.”
Gilbert frowned. “Who were you
You sigh and tell him about Roderich
and his verbal abuse, up until the event you just witnessed. You pull
up the message on your phone and hand it to him to read. Gilbird
snuggles into your neck as his master reads, as it to comfort you.
When said man looks up, you were pretty
scared at his almost murderous expression.
“Damn rich brat…” he
mutters, “…goes on about being a ‘gentleman’
and treats a girl like this…”
“Um, did you know Roderich before
all this…?” you ask, worried you might anger him.
Gilbert nods. “Sadly, yes. I
never imagined he’d go this low before.”
“I see…” was your
After a few minutes of an awkward
silence, Gilbert gets up to go downstairs and get some food, leaving
you alone with Gilbird on your shoulder.
“Wait!” you say, grabbing
onto his sleeve. He looks at you with a startled expression.
“I-uh, are you sure you want to
leave him with me?” you ask while petting Gilbird and feeling
like an idiot for asking such a question. Truthfully, you just wanted
Gilbert to stay.
He chuckles at your question, “It’s
fine by me. It looks like he likes you anyway,” he says
pointing at Gilbird, who was nuzzling your neck again, as if to prove
Gilbert’s point. “I just need to get some food. Would you
You smile at him and tell him what to
order, and he dashes down without hesitation.
~Little bit of Prussia now~
(Friend’s name) looked up to see
Gilbert rushing down the stairs as quickly as he rushed up them when
he first showed up. She playfully rolled her eyes at him after he
asked for food.
“It’s about time you order
something. You’ve been here for a freaking hour,” she
jokes. Gilbert laughs with her and thanks her for the food and not
kicking them out. Before he got a chance to go back though, she tugs
his sleeve and leans in close, as if confiding in him.
“She’s just like I told
you, right?” she whispers. Gilbert nods slowly.
“I wish you’d told me she
was dating the Rich Boy. I would’ve been here faster if I knew
(Friend’s name) shrugged. Details
never really appealed to her.
“Never mind that, go ask her out
already! She needs someone nice after that jerk!”
Gilbert takes his food and nods in
agreement. “I would have done that without you telling me to,”
he states, leaving your friend speechless.
*Back to you*
While you waited, Gilbird kept you
entertained by just being adorable. You were so focused on him that
you didn’t notice when Gilbert returned with food. You both ate
in silence, with Gilbird nibbling at both of your plates. After you
finished, Gilbert offered to walk you home, which you gladly
As you walk, the two of you talk about
random things that happened to you in life, and you couldn’t
help but feel attached to him. You chided yourself for feeling that
way. Roderich was sweet and kind in the beginning, and look what
happened there. No, you weren’t going to be the one to initiate
Luckily, it looked like you didn’t
You approached your door and thanked
Gilbert for a good time before exchanging information. Though, before
you could go inside, he tugged at your sleeve like you had done to
him at the café.
“Yes?” you ask, a little
startled by his action. He took a deep breath.
“Would you go out with me?”
he asked slowly, as if trying to say a new sentence he’d just
Your want for a new start overshadowed
any doubt you had before.
“Of course I will.”
*Extended Ending~ 2 years later*
You walked through the supermarket
while happily humming a sweet song to yourself. You needed to buy
ingredients for your anniversary dinner. Yep, you made it two years
with Gilbert, and they were the happiest two years of your life. You
giggle at the memory and almost didn’t notice when your cart
ran into that of another person. You look up to apologize, but when
you saw who it was, it caught in your throat.
“________?” asked Roderich
in disbelief. You nod, not wanting to say anything to him. He sighed.
“You’re looking well…”
he said in a dejected tone. That got you curious.
“Did something happen?” you
ask in a bland tone. Honestly, you wondered how you were able to say
anything halfway decent to this man.
“Elizabetta and I broke up,”
he stated. You nodded.
“I know how it feels,” you
told him simply. Without another word, you continue your shopping and
get back to the house you and Gilbert now share.
As you walked in, Gilbert looked up
from the work he was doing at the coffee table and was immediately by
“I…ran into Roderich
again…” you mutter, shocked.
Gilbert shook his head. “Don’t
worry about that rich brat. I’m here for you.”
You thank him and hug him tightly. Your
gaze quickly wandered to the small wrapped box on the coffee table.
“Who’s that for Gil?”
you ask and he immediately turns red.
“Uh…it’s for you…but
you can’t open it until we eat!”
You giggle at his child like behavior.
“Fine, I’ll get started right now.”
After an hour or so of food prep, you
and Gilbert sat down to eat. You couldn’t help but feel a sense
of nostalgia. It reminded you of the day you first met. Once you were
done eating, you grab the present immediately and plead with your
eyes to open it. Gilbert gives the okay, and you open the box with
relative care. It was a velvet box. Your heart raced at what you
thought was in it and you look up at Gilbert in shock. He urged you
to open it, and you did so.
Inside was the most beautiful ring
you’d ever seen.
“G-Gil…does this mean…what
I think it means…?”
Gilbert cracked a huge smile and took
your hand, gently placing the ring on it.
“It does. Will you marry me,
Repeating the words of two years ago,
you answer calmly,
BOOM! a random 2p!England propt I thought of after I made a few cupcakes myself x3
Enjoy my randomness~
Resting your burning legs on the chilling concrete bench, deep breaths of dewy morning air swell in your lungs. The heavy cloth of your sweat shirt clinched lustfully to you, exposing your swollen body, you hated the way it accented the fat, but it made your boobs look good so, it worked. It had been quite chilly when you had first started your run, but now at half-past eight the heat was starting to feel uncomfortable.
Speaking of hot....
For the past three days, when you came to begin your laps he was already here, and already cover in sweat. Now the over physical weren't normally your type. First off they had a tendency to be over judgmental of physical appearances, and second sometimes their muscles would get to big and they would look like a gorilla with an aunt head(not that you judged by physical appearances[ok, in this case you did but that's because it honestly scared you when someone had that much muscle]), but he was an exception. Yes, he was overly in shape but he was more toned. It was easy to tell that his strength went all the way to the core. And although it was his amazing body that first caught your attention, it was his eyes that held it. They where so focused, as if always chasing after something just beyond the horizon. It was hard to find eyes like that nowadays. How you would love stare down those sharp aquamarine eyes!
Not that it mattered much, after all you didn't even know his name much less anything else, a guy like that probably already had a girlfriend, or several. On the off-chance he didn't, a Mr. Physical wouldn't fancy a curvy girl like you. Even so, as he came around the track again you couldn't help but stare at those magnificent arms and the oh so sensual lines of his chest peeking through his black tank top.
As he came to pass the bench and you, he did something completely unfair. He stopped right in front of you. Leaning back and drawing in deep gulps of air. He raised his water bottle to his lips and began to drink. Luckily the plastic didn't quite meet his flesh making little driblets ran down his glistening jawline unto his beautifully exposed neck and while he throw his head backward, the morning glow captured his skin, causing it to shimmer in the soft light. It took an enormous amount of self control to keep the drool puddle forming in your mouth from spilling out.
He heaved forward and turned his beautiful blue eyes directly on yours and for a brief moment your heart stopped working, until he turned away in a furiously red blush (after all you were looking at him like an Elvis fan at Graceland).
“Guten Morgen.” The words surprised you, after always assuming he was a local, but the voice behind them did not. It was low, clear and filled to the brim with authority.
After you recovered from the shock of having him actually speak to you, an automatic response of “mornin'.” issued from you. Great you thought to yourself now he'll think you just some stupid, fat, American. Ok so you were American but you most certainly weren't stupid.
He looked at you for a moment then came back with “Whis morning haz a pleazant feel to it.”
I murmured a “Yeah, I guess”. Well this was going nowhere.
He had straightened himself up and kept his hands behind his back, despite his casual attire he looked very formal, and his words seemed tight. It was obvious he didn't like me, probably just didn't want to be bored during his break.
Suddenly, he shifted back to stare directly into your eyes, his ice colored orbs absorbing your (e/c) ones into their gaze. “Mein name is Ludvig” He whispered, and all traces of hardness left his voice, leaving only a hot-flash-inducing gentleness. You could feel your temperature rise as he spoke. It had to be from all the running you did earlier. It had to be.
“ .” You weren't quite sure why but when he started whispering, you felt the need to whisper to, your mind losing itself in the endless sky of those shining spheres.
Unfortunately, your phone took this opportunity to remind you that you had class in an hour, the beeping noise broke the magic of the moment and with a simple “ ' have to go.” you took off toward your car, leaving the startled Ludwig to watch as you run away.
Later that evening..... -Germany's prospective-
The warm, sweet sent of freshly baked cake filled the timeshare he shared with his brother. He pulled the second of his two master pieces, the chocolate one, from the oven. He could feel a smile spread across his face, he loved it when things turned out exactly as planed, especially his cakes. He placed the hot one on the cooling rack to, well, you know......cool. Then returned to frosting the white one, he wasn't sure what kind she liked so he made two and hoped would approve of at least one.
As he spread the final touches onto the tower of deliciousness he leaned down and set his head on the counter, dreaming of the lovely , , how wonderful it was to know her name! Normally he had trouble taking to women and often succeeded only in making a fool of himself. So he had a rule against taking to them but he had made an exception in her case( and it was no small thing for him to set aside one of his rules!).
Yes, he loved her, what sane man wouldn't? She was strong, self-confident, and she noticed everything going on around her. Not to mention her sense of humor. And apart from all that, he had always possessed a fancy for plump women, after all what was a little more of a beautiful women to love? Besides they were a lot less breakable......
The air was crisp and clean, unlike smog-filled poison of the surrounding city. Ludwig was glad to have found a park so close to his temporary residence, he would be staying there for at least a month, working with the American engineers, and it was important to keep up his physical training while away from home. He started off at a 'light jog' to warmup letting his pedometer track the distance while the sun began to climb the horizon.
Just when he was starting to wonder if anyone ever used this park, he was joined by an eye-pleasing young women. She had shiny (h/c)hair paired with bright (e/c) eyes and glowing skin, and although she had some weight to her she ran fine and seemed perfectly healthy, and, much to his pleasure, her breasts bounced nicely as she came around the track.
After a run that impressed even the German, she stretched her legs then took her rest on a cold concrete bench.
Around the corner came a very dumb looking barbie that ran the same was a pigeon walked. As she approached the bench the barbie whispered something to the ken running next to her, then called out to the vision on the bench “Hey,” called the barbie in a voice so annoying it could rival Gilbert's antics, “you should keep running maybe you'll get rid of that whal... oh wait that's you.”
The lady on the bench frowned and furled her brow then shouted back “Hey barbie, you should be careful, the weatherman said there was a chance of light wind today, it might blow you away from your curling iron.” she finished the jeer with a fake pout as the barbie's face twisted up in an amusing combination of disgust and anger. The ken started snickering and the barbie stormed off with an “agh!”. The girl on the bench went back to sipping her water, a triumphant smile plastered to her face.
That was when he decided to pursue her. She was just to perfect of him, she was a wonderous mesh up of everything he could ever want in a women. That was why it had taken so long to talk to her. He was terribly afraid of rejection, and wooing women was not one of his strengths. He looked down at the cake. God, he hoped she would understand.
Peeking your head out of the locker room, you looked around, hoping not to be faced with any of your bullies, but you were denied your small hope when one of the mean girls stood in front of you, a bucket of water in her hands. Without saying anything, she grinned and dumped the bucket on you, soaking your fresh clothes.
You turned back to get your P.E. clothes, only to see another standing with them. She held them with an innocent look on her face before throwing them in the trash, dumping a bottle of Gatorade over them for good measure. You rubbed the little gold locket that hung on your neck, it was given to you by someone who signed off on it as 'G.B.'
Hanging your head, you walked out of the changing room after tugging a shirt that you had packed for art earlier that day over your head and subjected yourself to the laughter of your peers in the gym.
A few other girls threw small jars of paint at you, coating your long, white shirt. Thankfully, the shirt kept the paint from reaching your denim shorts. You sighed, grateful it was the end of the day. Everyone walked out of the gym, laughing at you, except a boy with red eyes and white hair.
The boy with the white hair and red eyes followed you out, "Hey Frau!" he shouted, effectively stopping you. You turned and faced him, your (e/c) eyes brimming with tears of embarrassment. What the albino said, however only made you freeze.
"You're cute," he told you simply, walking closer to you. "Do you think you'd like to hang out with me today? We could go get something to eat... Or something... But, only if you want to!"
You bit your lip again and looked at him. You knew who he was, his name was Gilbert. Cocky, snide, popular, Gilbert. Gilbert Beilschmidt. G.B. Your opinion changed when you thought of the person you imagined giving you the empty locket. Sweet, kind, caring, Gilbert. You fingered the locket hanging on your neck and could see the joy in Gilbert's ruby eyes when he noticed it on your neck.
Taking a deep, shaky breath, you looked at him. "Why not?"
He grinned wide enough for you to fear that his jaw might crack. He grabbed your hand in his and dragged you though the doors of the school. You allowed him to lead you where ever he wanted to go. The two of you ended up outside a small cafe.
"Is here OK?" he asked you, only slightly out of breath.
Laughing you nodded and both of you entered the restaurant. After ordering and receiving your food, you picked a small, round table outside to eat at. Near the end of the meal you and Gilbert had become close friends, sharing stories, laughs, and rumors. After swapping phone numbers, Gil beckoned you to his side. "Come here for a second," he told you.
Curious, you stood next to him as he pushed his chair out slightly and stood. Then he did two things to you. His first action shocked you, he loosely tucked your shirt in, effectively improving paint-splattered look, but the second nearly gave you a heart attack. He swiftly grabbed one hand and your hip and lifted you onto his shoulder. You blushed furiously and attempted to stammer out a question demanding an explanation.
Shrugging, Gilbert began walking towards a photo booth. "I need to remember today by."
(E/c) eyes wide with shock, you looked at him before sighing and allowing him to plop you down on the small bench in the booth. He seemed to notice that the two of you wouldn't fit and asked you to stand for a moment. Slightly nervous now, you hesitantly stood. Gil slid onto the seat and tugged you down onto his lap, his strong arms wrapped around your waist to keep you in place. Blushing furiously, you allowed Gilbert to adjust all the settings of the machine, settling on solid (f/c) frame for the photo strip as he rested his chin on your shoulder.
You smiled nicely through the blush for the first photo, as did Gilbert. Then, in the 3 seconds before the next picture, he pinched your ticklish hip and you squeaked while he laughed widely in the photo. When the flash for the third photo fired, he had muttered an apology and kissed your cheek. Looking at him, he made a split-second decision and leaned forward, chastely kissing your lips. By the final flash you were kissing back.
He pulled back a second after, his face a nice shade of pink and his lips curled up in a sweet smile. Your face mirrored his (though it was a brighter red) as the two of you ducked out of the booth, waiting for your strips to developed. Waiting for a moment, you noticed a screen displaying a video of the whole ordeal.
Watching the screen with wide (e/c) eyes, you felt Gilbert tug a bit of your (h/l) (h/c) hair. "Guess what!" he told you, excited.
"Wha-what?" you stuttered out.
He grinned, pointing at a code printed on the photo strips, "We can upload that video from online."
You were about to shout out your disapproval of that idea when Gilbert pulled you in for another kiss, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and clasping his hands over your lower back. Your own hands wove their way up and rested on his neck, fingers tangling in his shaggy, white hair at the base of his head. When you pulled away this time you blushed stubbornly and he chuckled, the deep sound rumbling through you connected bodies. Pecking the top of your forehead, he allowed you to rest your head on his chest as he slipped your photo strip into your pocket. Your hands dropped and wrapped around his torso and you lifted your chin up to look at him. He lightly kissed your lips for a second and started walking forward, laughing as you staggered backwards. You refused to tear your (e/c) gaze from his red eyes and laughed along when you tripped over a small curb to cross the abandoned street leading to a little park.
Gilbert laughed on final time before releasing everything but your hand and leading you over to a swing, "After you," he said, bowing deeply.
Trying to hold back a laugh, you curtsied back with a nonexistent skirt and sat on the swing. You lightly gripped the chains and Gil came up behind you and lightly pushed you for a while before stopping you. He wrapped his hands over yours to tighten your grip on the metal and leaned down, whispering in your ear, "Hold on."
It was then that he pushed the swing forward as hard as he could, raising you high enough to be eye-level with the top bar of the swing set. You could see his grin as he watched you slowly swing closer to the ground. He moved to in front of you, cautious not to get hit. A grin grew on your face and you waited till you were a little lower before leaping from the swing, landing on the albino.
Laughing, he laid on the ground with his arms wrapped around your waist. Your upper half was on top of him, your legs stretched out to the side, and your head was still an inch or two lower than his.
"Looking up at him, you smirked. "Today was awesome, Gil. Thanks."
He kissed the top of your head as you rested your cheek on his chest, "Nein. Thank you, liebling. Ich liebe dich."
And to think, the whole reason you had even come with him today was because of a little, golden locket.
You took another gulp of your whisky, slamming the glass down on the hard wood of the bar. The whisky stung your throat, but you didn't care at the moment. There was a reason you were drinking.
You'd just been dumped by your now ex, Germany. You'd started dating him around the time you two started training together. It did fine for a little while. But soon, you were fighting with him over something stupid everyday. But this time there was no make up kiss, no mending the relationship.
You felt a hot tear roll down your slightly flushed cheeks. Yeah, it was obvious that the relationship was falling apart, but that stupid blond didn't have to be so harsh about it!
You then heard a confident-and rather arrogent-voice. "Well, hey there." You tried not to groan. Great. Just the guy you needed to see right now.
Prussia took a seat next to you, flashing you his usual shit eating grin. And, as if his presence alone weren't bad enough, he was Germany's brother. "Go away." You murmered, dropping your gaze to the bar.
The albino's grin faded a little when he heard the pain in your voice. "The awesome me thinks you're depressed." He scooted closer. "So, why are you depressed?"
Had you not been drunk, you probably would have refused to speak. But you were drunk at the moment, and who better to tell this to than your childhood best friend? So you told him the whole thing, somehow keeping a straight face, even though you wanted nothing more than to cry.
"Well, you certainly fucked up." The albino said when you finished. "I've always managed to keep a girlfriend, before I break up with her." He laughed. "But one can't compare you to the awesomeness that is me!"
You gripped your glass tighter, clenching your teeth. Normally, when he said something like that, you just rolled your eyes. But right now you were drunk, broken hearted, and not in the mood to listen to his shit. "Fuck off." You hissed.
Ok, so maybe you were hurt worse than Prussia thought. See, Prussia had come here merely for a drink- he loved beer just as much as his brother. But he didn't expect to see you; you avoided drinking like the plauge, something he never understood. So why would you be here?
The reason, honestly, disappointed him. You were getting drunk over his brother? Why? It's not like his brother was anything special; Prussia was MUCH more awesome than he was. But he clearly meant a lot to you if you were getting drunk.
With a sigh, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. Irritated with him though you were, you leaned against his chest and shut your eyes.
Prussia really hoped you got over his brother soon; the sooner you were ready to date again, the better it would be for Prussia.
Allen you pervy, pervy boi.
I really don’t know, I just got this idea and threw it onto my list of things to write. I swear to god if Al were my friend in real life he would get smacked so much- I actually had a friend kinda like him just less touchy--
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