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Arthur and your family sat in the ICU lobby, waiting for the doctor.  Gilbert had gone to use the bathroom.  He came back just as the doctor came through the door.

"How is she?" Logan asked.

"She's fine for now, but like I said earlier, she's still not out of the woods."

"What happened?  Why did all those alarms go off?" Cooper asked.

"I'm honestly not sure, but the good news is, she's stabilized herself, that's a good sign, it means she's fighting." He said, offering a reassuring smile.

"Thank you doctor.  Will we be able to go back and see her again?" Your mother asked.

"Yes, a nurse will be out shortly to bring you back."  He gave a nod before heading back into the ICU.

"How does she look?" Gilbert asked.

"I guess she could look worse.  She's got tubes coming out of her mouth, her nose, plus she's got the iv." Victor offered.

"So, not very good then?" Gilbert said, looking at his feet.

"Sadly,  she doesn't.  She's got a black eye, her arm is in a cast, her leg is in a cast, she's got all kinds of cuts and bruises and that's just what we can see."   Logan said.

"Don't sugar coat it or nothing." Cooper glared at his older brother.

"What, he's gonna go in and see for himself anyway, so why not prepare him as much as possible for it?"

"He does have a point.  It's better for him to expect to see the worst than expect to see the best." Victor chimed in.

"Besides, it's not like I said she looked like she was dying." Logan replied.

"How long do you think we have to wait before we get to go see her?" Gilbert asked.

"Hopefully not too much longer.  He did say she had stabilized.  Maybe they just want to monitor her a little longer before they let us go and see her." Arthur said, trying to convince himself as well as Gilbert.

"Hey, Arthur, when we go back, can I have a few minutes alone with her? I want to apologize to her."

Arthur saw the pleading look in Gilbert's eyes, at first he wasn't sure, worried Gilbert might say something hurtful or mean, but the look in his eyes said he was genuinely concerned.

"Yes, before we leave, I will give you a few minutes to say what you want to say to her." Arthur said, giving Gilbert a small smile.

"Thanks, I appreciate it." Gilbert said, as he sat back down to wait for his turn to talk to you.

It was a little over an hour before a nurse came to take Gilbert and Arthur back to see you.

"I'm sorry it took so long, we wanted to make sure she wasn't going to have another episode." She said, giving them a smile.

"It's alright, we understand." Arthur said as he followed her back into your room.

"Thank you." Arthur said as the pair entered.

Arthur walked over to you and held your hand, letting a heavy sigh escape as he thought about what to say to you.

"Hey, ____, it's Arthur.  I guess I should start off with an apology.  I'm so sorry I let the secret slip.  I feel like you laying here is all my fault.  If I hadn't said anything, you wouldn't be laying here right now fighting for your life.  Please, love, forgive me!  Please." He said as the tears began to flow freely.

"I'm so terribly sorry.  Please, just wake up.  I can't loose my closest friend.  You mean the world to me, so, please love, wake up soon." He said, kissing your hand.

"Also, I'm pretty sure you don't want to hear from the next person, but he wanted the chance to apologize to you and if I didn't think he was sincere with it, I wouldn't have let him come with me.  Ok, Gilbert, come on." Arthur said, laying your hand at your side and walking out the door to allow Gilbert some privacy.

As he walked out, neither of them noticed how the beeping on the heart monitor increased slightly.  Gilbert grabbed your hand before he started to speak.

"____, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean anything I said!  I was just so mad, but I should have done a better hob of keeping it in check.  I had no right to say those things to you.  If that's how I've treated you, it's no wonder you hated me and asked Arthur for help.  I deserved it.  I deserve worse than this, it's me who deserves to by lying in this hospital bed, not you.  You have nothing but kind and generous to me and all I've done is cause you nothing but trouble.  Please, ____, wake up, yell at me, glare at me, scold me, anything!  Just please, wake up.  I mean, not right now, but when you're ready, please, just wake up and go back to being yourself.  I'll do anything if you'll just wake up!" Gilbert sobbed.

He was so busy crying and begging, he failed to notice the lights flicker and then go black.

"Did you mean it?" Gilbert heard a masculine voice ask.

He looked up and saw a man he had never seen before, standing in front of him.
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You woke up surrounded by nothing but darkness.

"Where am I?" You asked, rubbing your head, your thoughts a little fuzzy.

"Hey Bunn." Said a voice you hadn't heard in over a decade.

"Dad?" You gasped as the all to familiar face came into focus.

"What gave it away?" He smiled.

"DAD!" You exclaimed as you ran straight into his arms and gave him the biggest hug you possibly could.

"I've missed you so much, daddy!"  You cried into your father's chest.

"I've missed you too Bunn.  I just wish I was here under better circumstances." He said, stroking your hair as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

Your father had died very suddenly about fifteen years ago, it had been a heart attack that claimed his life.  He was dead before the ambulance ever made it to the house.  Being the daddy's girl that you were, his death had hit you very hard.  His death is actually what sent you into the downward spiral that was your depression.  The two of you had been very close so, to fill the gap that he had left, you had turned to food.  You were a pretty healthy size to begin with, but once your dad died, you gained even more weight.

"So, does that mean I'm dreaming?" You asked, looking up at your father.

"In a sense.  Do you remember what happened before you woke up here with me?" He asked, still smiling down on you.

"Not really, everything is a little hazy right now. Why, what's going on?" You asked, concern lacing your voice.

"You were in an accident.  A pretty bad accident."

"I was?"

"Yes, you were.  You weren't paying attention to where you were going and you walked right in front of a car, he hit you.  You're in the hospital now looking a little worse for wear." He chuckled.

"That doesn't sound like something I would do." You said, confused by what your father had told you.

"I know, but that's what happened, you're mom and Victor are talking to you right now.  Can you hear them?" He asked, looking into the black void that surrounded the two of you.

You strained to listen and thought you could hear something that sounded like your oldest brother, Victor.

"Please keep fighting and wake up soon."

"That was Victor!" You smiled.

"I haven't seen him in so long!  Did he really come all the way up here just to see me?"

"Of course he did, Bunn.  He loves you and is worried that you won't wake up.  They all are."

"Well, of course I'll wake up!  I want to see them all again!" You smiled.

"I'm glad to hear it, now listen, your mom is talking to you."

"I'll even stop harping about your weight, just please, wake up!"

"Why does it sound like she's crying?"

"Because she is.  She's very upset about your accident."

"Why?  I already told you, I'm gonna wake up." You smiled.

"I know that, but she doesn't, neither do your brothers.  They were told it doesn't look very good."

"Oh, please, the doctors always say that.  I think it's in their contracts or something.  That way if the person gets better, it's a miracle, but if the person doesn't get better, it's not a total surprise."

Your dad let out a chuckle that resounded deep in his chest.  Oh, how you had missed that sound.

"Listen, Cooper is talking to you." Your dad smiled, tilting his head to listen, you doing the same thing.

"I actually beat him up pretty good too.  Gave him a black eye and a fat lip." You heard him chuckle.  "Oh, Logan's here too." You chuckled, knowing Cooper was referring to Matthias.

"Hey Bertha, oof."

"What the hell, dude?"

"You know she hates that nickname." Cooper hissed.

"Right, sorry, look, I'm sorry.  I just didn't know what to say.  I want you to pull through and wake up so much.  Please, ____, wake up soon.  I love you, little sis." He said as he leaned over and gave you a kiss on your forehead.

You smiled, feeling the love your family felt for you.

"I don't have to wake up yet, do I?  I can stay here with you a little longer, right, daddy?" You asked.

"Of course, Bunn, you can stay with me as long as you need to, but you will have to wake up eventually."

"I know, oh, listen, they're saying something else!" You smiled, trying to listen.

"Come on, lets go let Gilbert and Arthur come back." You heard Cooper say.

Your eyes widened and all the love you had felt surrounding you was suddenly gone.  The void felt cold and suffocating.

"Bunn, is everything ok?"

You shook your head vigorously.

"What is it?  What's wrong?"

"I remember, daddy!  I remember why I got hit!  Gilbert told me to do the world a favor and end my life, he said horrible things to me, dad!  The only reason he was even nice to me was because he thought he was going to benefit from it." You said, panic starting to take over.

"Bunn, calm down, it's ok." Your father said, trying to embrace you and help you to calm down, but all you did was try and push him away.  You wanted to run and hide, you wanted to go somewhere Gilbert could never get to you.  That's when you saw it, a white light off in the distance.  You began to feel the urge to run towards it, you knew it was a place Gilbert couldn't get to you.  You would finally be free from his verbal abuse.

"No, I have to hide!  I have to go to that light dad!  Gilbert can't get me if I go into that light!"  You yelled, still trying to escape your father's grasp.

"Bunn, stop, listen to me!  Calm down, he can't get you here, your safe.  Bunn!"

Hearing your father yell at you, you stopped and looked up at him.

"No one can hurt you here, you're safe, I'm here to protect you.  Besides, if you go into that light, I won't be able to see you." He said, giving you a gentle smile as he lovingly stroked your cheek.

"Why won't you be with me?" You asked.

"Because that's your special place.  Only you will be there.  Are you really ready to leave your mom and your brother's behind?" He asked.

"No, but I want to be away from Gilbert.  Dad, he's a horrible person.  He basically told me that I needed to die!"

Your father let out a sigh, not sure what to say to that.

"Hey, how about we go fishing in our favorite spot.  I bet it will make you feel better." He smiled.

You looked up at him and beamed.  You always did love fishing with your dad, even if you would never touch the slimy fish.  You still loved getting to spend the time with him.

"I would love to!"

He offered you his hand and he led you to your favorite fishing hole.
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Gilbert, not quite hearing Arthur's words, followed him to the scene.  They were stopped by police who weren't letting people get too close.  They had managed to get close enough to hear a man talking.

"I didn't have time to stop, she just came out of nowhere, by the time I had realized she wasn't going to stop, it was too late, I was already in the intersection.  I didn't have enough time." The man sobbed.

Hearing the man talking, Gilbert tugged on Arthur's sleeve.

"Arthur, he's not talking about ____, is he?"

"I don't know, I can't bloody see!" Arthur snapped, standing on his toes, trying to see around all the vehicles and people.

Gilbert, realizing he had an advantage being small, snuck away and was able to sneak around the back side of the fire truck.  He cautiously crept over to the ambulance, seeing they hadn't loaded anyone in it yet, he crept around to the front, there he saw them loading your limp body onto the stretcher.  You were covered in blood and you weren't moving, Gilbert wasn't even sure if you were breathing.

"_____!" He yelled, as he ran to your side.

"_____, I'm sorry!  I didn't mean what I said!  I was just mad, please, be ok!  I didn't mean it!  I didn't mean it!" He cried into your hand.

"Damn it!  Someone get this kid out of here!" One of the paramedics yelled.

"He's with me!" Arthur said, running out from behind the fire truck, the officer letting him pass once Arthur heard Gilbert yell your name.

"Sir, he can't be here, he could hurt her even more."

"I know, I'm sorry, he's very close to her, we both are.  Please, how is she?" Arthur asked, trying to hold back the tears.

"It's hard to say, there's a lot of blood and she's not responsive.  We won't know more until we get her to the hospital, but it doesn't look good." He said, feeling nothing but sympathy for Arthur and Gilbert.

"I can take you to the hospital if you'd like." A man said from behind Arthur.

Arthur turned to see a tall police officer standing there.


"Hey dude, sorry about your friend."

"Th-thanks." Arthur said, not quite processing the situation.

"So, you want that ride to the hospital?" Alfred said, giving Arthur a sad smile.

"Of course we do, you moron!" Gilbert said through his tears.

"Gilbert!" Arthur snapped.

"It's all right, dude, he's just upset.  Come on, my car's over here." Alfred said, clasping Arthur's shoulder, who jut nodded and followed his friend.

With Alfred's sirens and lights going, it didn't take them long to get to the hospital.  He parked and followed them in to the ER.

"These two are with the female trauma victim that was just brought in." Alfred said, walking up to the admitting desk.

Gilbert and Arthur both winced at hearing you being called being a trauma victim.

"Name?" The admitting lady asked.

"Mine or her's?" Arthur asked.

"Both please." She asked, giving him a small smile.

"I'm Arthur Kirkland and she's ____ _____."

"Is she ok?" Gilbert asked.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have that information, sweetie.  Mr. Kirkland, if you'll have a seat at both 3, well get her information processed." She said, pointing to an open admitting station.

"I hope your friends, ok, Arthur.  If you need anything, call." Alfred said, giving Arthur a small pat on the back.

"I will, thank you very much Alfred."

"No prob dude, and again, I'm sorry about your friend, I hope she's ok."

Arthur just gave Alfred a nod before going to the empty admitting desk.

Since he didn't have any of your insurance information, Arthur wasn't able to give the admitting lady too much information, but they at least now knew your name and birthdate, which was better than you being known as Jane Doe.

Once Arthur had given the information he could, he realized that he needed to call your parents.  Not a phone call that he was going to enjoy.

Reluctantly, he dug his phone out of his pocket, searching his contacts for your mom's number, once he found it, he hit send and waited.  It felt like hours before he heard your mom's voice answer.


"Hello, Mrs. _____, this is Arthur Kirkland, I'm a friend of _____."

"Of course, silly, I remember you.  So, what do I owe the honor of this phone call?"  She asked.

"It's about ____.  She's been in an accident.  I'm at the hospital now, but I haven't heard anything since they brought here in." Arthur said, waiting for her to reply.

After a few minutes, he looked at his phone to make sure the call hadn't been dropped.

"Hello?  Mrs. ____?" He asked.

"I'm here." The cheer completely gone from her voice.

"What happened?"

"I'm not sure, but she had left the house when she was upset and I'm pretty sure she was heading to the park, she wasn't paying attention to the cross walk signals and she was hit by a car.  She walked right out in front of him.  He didn't have time to stop."

"What hospital?" She asked.  Arthur could hear her trying to keep her voice in check.

"St. Matthew's."

"I'll call her brother's and we will be there as soon as we can.  Thank you for calling me Arthur." She sobbed, finally loosing her composure.

"All right, I'll call if I hear from the Doctor.  Be safe, Mrs. ____."

"We will, see you soon."  She said and hung up.

"I'm really sorry, Arthur.  I didn't mean to say those things.  I was just mad and angry, it's like I wasn't in control of what was coming out of my mouth." Gilbert said, still trying to keep his tears in check.

"I know you didn't.  The only thing we can do now, is pray that she pulls through relatively unscathed." Arthur said, putting his arm around Gilbert's shoulders.

It had been an hour and a half and Arthur still hadn't heard anything.  Your mom and brother's had just walked in.

"Hey, Arthur, any news yet?" Cooper asked as he walked up to Arthur and Gilbert.

"None yet.  We're just hoping that no news is good news, right now.  I mean, if they haven't come out yet, that means she's got to be doing ok." Arthur said, trying to be optimistic about the whole situation.

"We can only hope." Logan said, sitting down next to Gilbert.

"Is Victor here yet?  He said he would meet us here." Your mom asked as she looked around the waiting room.

"I haven't seen him yet." Arthur said, sitting on the other side of Gilbert.

"Mom, he lives a little further away, I'm sure he's almost here." Cooper said, guiding his mom to a chair and forcing her to sit in it.

"I'll be right back, I'm gonna see if they have an update on her condition." Cooper said once he got his mom situated in your seat.

It was about twenty minutes before he came back and sat down.  All eyes on him as he sat down.

"They're still operating on her.  She has a shattered femur, a fracture in her hip, some internal bleeding and a punctured lung.  They suspect some swelling in the brain, but they're trying to get the bleeding under control before they can fully examine the rest of her.  They said it's still too early to tell if she'll make it." Cooper said, fighting back the tears.  Still not able to believe that his little sister could die in the hospital.  He needed to apologize for setting her up for Matthias.

He had no idea Matthias was only interested in you to get information on the company you worked for.  He only found out a few days ago, when he had gone to visit Matthias and overheard him talking about his "date" with you.  Cooper felt horrible about it, he wanted to apologize to you and make it up to you in some way.

"No!  She can't be hurt that bad!  She was fine this morning.  She was smiling and laughing, we played cards, she kept beating me.  How can she be this hurt if she was fine this morning?" Gilbert sobbed, looking up at Arthur.

His outburst only caused the others to tear up even more.

"Shhh, we just have to have faith that she will be ok.  I'm sure she'll be fine." Arthur said, doing his best to comfort Gilbert.

"But, I need to apologize to her.  I have to tell her that I'm sorry for what I said to her this morning, that I didn't mean it.  She has to know how sorry I am for how horrible I've treated her!  I didn't mean it, I didn't mean any of it!  She can't die, if she does, I can't apologize!" Gilbert was getting hysterical now.  Unable to contain his grief and guilt any more.

Your mother covered her mouth, trying to keep her own sobs silent.  She knew exactly how Gilbert felt.  She, too, was feeling immense guilt for the way she had treated you, the way she made you feel about your weight and hobbies.  She silently prayed that if you were to pull out of this and be ok, she would do her best to be more caring and supportive and to accept you the way you were.

It had been about five hours, you're oldest brother Victor had shown up a couple hours ago.  The doctor finally came out, he was still in his scrubs as he walked through the door and called the last name of your family.


"That's us!" Logan piped up.

The doctor looked in the direction and walked over to the expectant family.  They all waited with baited breath, needing to know what he was going to say.

"She's stable for right now." He said and there was release of breath  as everyone started breathing again.

"However, she's not out of the dark yet.  There was more underlying damage that we hadn't seen at first.  She has a shattered femur, her collar bones are both broken, her hip was fractured, her right is broken, there was internal bleeding, the right orbital socket was cracked and there was some swelling of the brain.  We have her in a medically induced coma to try and get the swelling under control.  I wish I could tell she's out of the dark and is in the clear, but the truth is, it's all up to her now.  We've done everything that we can possibly do for her.  They're moving her into the ICU now, once she's moved we will allow you to go see her, two at a time.  Just be aware that it might be a little difficult to take when you first see her.  Is there anything I can answer for you?" He asked.

"What are her chances?" Gilbert asked.

"I'd like to give you better odds, but right now, I would say she has about a fifty fifty chance, possibly less, it all just depends on if she wants to come out of this." He said, looking at the family.

"Thank you doctor." Loan said.

"You're welcome, I'm sorry I couldn't give you better news.  If you'd all like to have a seat, one of the volunteers with be here to take you to the ICU." He said before heading back in to the ER

The group nodded as they sat back down to continue waiting.

It was about half an hour before a volunteer came to show the family to the ICU.

"Hello, I'm Bella. Are you the _____ family?" She asked in a somber tone.

"Yes." Your mother replied.

"If you would all fallow me, I'll take you to the ICU."

The walk was silent and the air that surrounded the family was heavy.  None of them made eye contact or even bothered to acknowledge the people they passed in the halls.  They were so wrapped up in their own thoughts, trying to mentally prepare themselves for the worst.

"If you would all have a seat, a nurse will be with you shortly to take you back to see your family member." Bella said, giving a small smile before leaving.

"Thank you." Cooper said, helping your mom into her seat.

"I guess mom should go first, so who wants to go with her?" Cooper asked, sitting next to his silent mother.

"I will." Victor replied.

"Then, Cooper, why don't you and Logan go next, then Gilbert and I will go." Arthur said as he sat next to Gilbert, who had pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his face in them.

"Thank you Arthur." Cooper said, giving him a somber smile.

Your family had to wait another fifteen minutes before the nurse came to call them in pairs to come and see you.

Your mother, being the first to go, got all hysterical when she saw you.  She never thought she would see her daughter lying in a hospital bed with tubes coming out of her mouth, nose and arm.  It was more than she could bear.

Your brother walked over to you and took your hand, trying not to let his tears affect his voice.

"_____, you know we all love you, please come out of this.  I haven't seen you in so long, there's so much we need to catch up on, so please, keep fighting and wake up soon." Victor said as he raised your hand to his lips and gave it a kiss.

Hearing your brother talk to you, your mother decided she was composed enough to try and say something as well.

"____, sweetheart, it's mom.  Oh, honey, I'm so sorry!  Please, pull through, I love you honey.  I know I don't say it enough, but I promise, if you wake up, I'll say it all the time!  I'll even stop harping about your weight, just please, wake up!" She sobbed, not able to control her crying any longer.

"Come on mom, Cooper and Logan want to come and say hi to her too." Victor said as he put his arm around your mom and escorted her out of the room.

The nurse escorted them back into the waiting area and nodded for the next pair to come back.

Cooper and Logan got up and followed her back to her room.  Both brother's rushed to your side, wanting to let you know they were there for you.

"Hey, little sister, it's Cooper.  Um, gosh, I really don't know what to say.  I just wanted you to know that I'm here to support you through this.  Oh, and I know what Matthias did to you.  I'm so sorry!  I had no idea that was his intention.  If I had known, I never would have set him up with you.  I hope you can forgive me and I'm not friends with him anymore.  I actually beat him up pretty good too.  Gave him a black eye and a fat lip." He chuckled as he wiped his eyes.  Oh, Logan's here too." He said stepping away so Logan could talk to you.

"Hey Bertha, oof." Logan said as Cooper elbowed him in the ribs.

"What the hell, dude?"

"You know she hates that nickname." Cooper hissed.

"Right, sorry, look, I'm sorry.  I just didn't know what to say.  I want you to pull through and wake up so much.  Please, ____, wake up soon.  I love you, little sis." He said as he leaned over and gave you a kiss on your forehead.

"Come on, lets go let Gilbert and Arthur come back." Cooper said as he and Logan turned to leave.

They stopped as your heart monitor spiked.

"What's gong on?" Cooper asked.

"I'm sorry, I'm gonna have to ask you two to go back to the waiting room." the nurse said as she ushered your brother's out of your room.

They stood there dumbfounded, watching more nurses and a few doctors running into your room and shutting the curtains.

"I'm sorry gentleman, but you can't stay here, you'll have to wait out in the lobby, the doctor will be out as soon as he can." A short blonde nurse said as she escorted the pair back out to the lobby.

Gilbert and Arthur stood up as they came out, expecting to go back for their turn to see you.

"I'm sorry, you two will have to wait.  The doctor will be out as soon as he can." She said before closing the door and heading back to the ICU.

"What happened?" Arthur asked.

"I don't know, her heart monitor started going all crazy when we were leaving.  A bunch of nurses and doctors went running in there and we were brought out here." Logan said.

Arthur and Gilbert looked at each other, each saying a silent prayer for you to be ok.
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"_____, hey ____, wake up.  It's time to go."  Your eyes fluttered open and stared into the smiling face of Gilbert, your boss.

"Sir!  What are you doing here?" You asked, surprised as you quickly sat up and brought your blanket up to your chest.

"You're adult sized!  How did that happen?" You asked, once the fact finally dawned on you.

"I have no idea, I just woke up like this.  But, I just wanted to let you know that I forgive you." He smiled.

"Forgive me?  For what?" You asked, completely confused.

"For giving me that potion and turning me into a kid again."

You felt your blood run cold.

"H-how..... how did you know?"

"Arthur told me everything.  He said it was his fault and that he goofed on the spell.  But don't worry, I won't tell my brother and you'll still get to keep your job as my assistant.  I mean, it was all thanks to you that I was able to find the love of my life." He smiled the most genuine smile you had ever seen.

"What are you talking about?" You asked as you raised and eyebrow.

"Honey, will you come in here?" Gilbert hollered out the door.

"Did you tell her, my snuggle bunny?" You knew that voice, and you felt yourself break out into a cold sweat.  You felt as if you were going to throw up when you saw your mother walk through your bedroom door wearing a wedding dress.

Your mouth hung agape as you watched Gilbert and her embrace and kiss passionately.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, when you opened them, you were in a church, surrounded by friends, family and co-workers.  You were staring down the aisle, watching Arthur finish performing the nuptials.  After he announced for the groom to kiss the bride, he looked up at you and smiled as he said,

"____, come say hello to your new dad!"

You let out a blood curdling scream, waking yourself from your nightmare.
Gilbert and Arthur came running in, nearly breaking down the door on their way.

"_____, what's wrong?  What happened?" Arthur asked as he rushed to your bedside.

Seeing that you weren't dying, Gilbert stayed back by the door, but he was still worried about what had caused you to scream like that.

"Arthur." You sighed as he embraced you and did his best to comfort you.
"Another nightmare?" He asked in a soothing tone.

You nod your head as you lay it against his chest.

"Does she have nightmares often?" Gilbert asked, coming a little closer.
"Yes, about every other night.  Did you want to talk about it?" Arthur asked.

"No, I'll be fine.  I always am.  Thanks though, Arthur." You said giving him a faint smile.

"It's my pleasure, love." He smiled back as he kissed your forehead.
"Would you like some tea?" He asked.

"Yes please."

"I'll make it!" Gilbert volunteered as he quickly left the room and headed for the kitchen.

"What's gotten into him?" you asked.

"He's been very worried about you.  He's worried about what Matthias did to you and how your going to take it.  He's worried about you trying to hurt yourself again.  We had a very nice talk while you were sleeping." Arthur said, giving you a gentle smile.

"Really?  About what?"

"You of course.  He's actually not that bad once you get to know him."

"Arthur, I have worked for him for how many years now?  I think I know him."

"You know the way he is at work.  He's actually very funny and he can be quite considerate, when he wants to be.  I think you should spend some time with him, get to know him outside of work."

"Arthur, I already spend time with him, each time, it's been nothing but disastrous.  He always ends up picking on me in some way, that's if he's not being rude!"

"I still think you should give him a chance.  It could be good for your work relationship with him, let him get to know you outside of work and you get to know him.  Maybe it will help him grow." Arthur said, giving you a little wink.

"You think that if Gilbert and I get to know each other better, he might go back to being an adult?" You asked, skeptically.

"There's no harm in trying is there?"

"Of course there is, my mental sanity is at stake here, Arthur.  Gilbert has done nothing but make my life miserable since the day I met him.  Honestly, sometimes, I wish I had never met him, Arthur, you know what he's done, I've told you all about it!" You said, starting to get a little upset.

"Calm down, ____.  I'm not telling you to forgive and forget.  All I'm suggesting is that you give him a second chance."

"But this is Gilbert Beilschmidt we're talking about here, Arthur!  The man has no decency and only cares about himself!  He's the self proclaimed king of Awesome!"

"Aren't you the one who's always telling me that everyone deserves a second chance?" Arthur asked, still with that smile on his face, which was starting to really irritate you.

"But it's Gilbert!"

"Doesn't matter, you said everyone."

You hated to admit it, but Arthur had you there.  You were always telling him that everyone deserved a second chance.  A chance to prove they had changed, that they were better than what they were.  You hated that he was using your own words against you, but you had to admit, he was right.  Every person deserved a second chance, even if that person was Gilbert Beilschmidt.

You hung your head with a heavy sigh, you knew you had been defeated and Arthur wouldn't rest until you agreed to give GIlbert a second chance.

"Alright, Arthur, you win.  I'll give Gilbert a second chance.

You didn't know that Gilbert was standing on the other side of the door, He gave a quiet fist bump at the fact that you were going to give him a second chance.  He didn't know why he wanted one so badly, he figured it was just because everyone seemed to treat you so poorly and he felt a little bad for you.  He also wanted to make up for the fact that he had driven you to suicide, more than once, from what Arthur had told him.

He also thought that it would be a lot harder for Arthur to talk you into giving him a second chance.  He was pleasantly surprised that you had agreed and easier than Gilbert thought you would have.

Now all Gilbert had to do was figure out how he was going to make it up to you and continue to grow at the same time.  While he and Arthur were out shopping, they began to talk about Gilbert's predicament and what could have caused him to age a few years.  Arthur had a theory that it had something to do with how concerned he was for ____ the night before and how he sacrificed his sleeping place so she could get a good nights rest.  They both agreed that Gilbert would continue to be nice to her and do things to help her, instead of always trying to hinder her and bring her down.

It had been about a week and a half and Gilbert hadn't grown anymore since that one night.  He had done everything he could possibly think of to be nice.  He helped cook dinner, helped with the dishes, the laundry and all the cleaning.  There were even a few times where he took on the task of cooking.  Sadly, none of it seemed to work and he was starting to get fed up of the whole situation.  He even called Arthur to complain about it.

"I'm sick of this Arthur!  All I am is nice and helpful and nothing helps!  I'm still a kid!  I want to be back to my old awesome self!" He gripped.

"I'm sorry, Gilbert, there must be something that you're not doing properly." Arthur sighed.

"What can I possibly be doing wrong?  I help her out with all the chores, I even do them without asking, I've been nice to her and haven't said anything mean to her.  I don't know what else to do!" Gilbert huffed, letting Arthur know his frustrations with the whole situation.

"Plus, my brother will be home in about two weeks, I don't still want to be in this state when he gets back.  I want to go back to work where all the pretty girls are."

"And there it is." Arthur chuckled.

"There what is?" Gilbert asked, confused by Arthur's comment.

"The reason you're not growing.  You're just doing this to get big, not to be a better person, you're heart's not in it."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

Arthur let out a heavy sigh, apparently Gilbert hadn't learned anything.  He pinched the bridge of his nose as he thought how to explain the predicament Gilbert was currently in.

"Gilbert, if you're heart isn't in it and you're not doing this be a better person, then there's no point.  You have to do these things because you want to be a better person, not because you think it will help you grow physically, but because it will help you grow as a human being."

"But I'm already an awesome human being!  What more growing can I do as a person?"

"Oh, bloody hell.  Gilbert, listen, remember the night ___ came home after her tragic date with Matthias?"

"Yea, what of it?" Gilbert asked.

"Remember the events of that night, how she was so depressed she was going to end it right there with us watching.  Remember how concerned you were for her?"

Gilbert thought about it and hung his head, remembering how upset she was and how worried he was that she was actually going to go through with it.


"Remember how you gave her back her bed so she could get a good nights sleep?"


"You were genuinely concerned for her, not yourself, but her.  I believe that's why you grew that night and haven't grown since.  Everything you've been doing has been to help yourself, not anyone else.  Do you understand what I'm saying?" Arthur asked, praying that it had gotten through to Gilbert.

"Yea, I've been doing all this nice shit for absolutely nothing!" Gilbert said, starting to raise his voice at Arthur.

"If only the potion had worked like it was supposed to, none of this would be happening."

"Wait, what?" GIlbert asked.


"What you just said!  You did this to me?"

Arthur realized what he had just said and he paled, he hadn't meant for it to slip.

"I did nothing of the sort, you did this to yourself."

"That means ____ had something to do with it too, didn't she?  The two of you conspired together to do this to me!  She was so jealous of me, she had to retaliate in some way." Gilbert was starting to see red, he couldn't believe you could do something like that to anyone.  He couldn't remember ever being angrier than he was at that very moment.

"It's not like that, calm down and I will explain everything to you." Arthur said, trying to remain calm the irate Gilbert.

"I will not calm down!  I'm stuck like this because of you and her!  That's it, I'm done!  I'm calling my brother and she can consider herself fired!" Gilbert yelled as he slammed down the phone and hung up on Arthur

"Bloody hell, Arthur, you sure got ___ in a predicament now, didn't you?  She's going to kill you when she finds out." Arthur sighed as he hung up his phone, thinking of how he could rectify this situation.

"Hey Gilbert, why the long face?" You asked, smiling at your little boss.

You had to admit, that the last week had been pretty nice with Gilbert.  He had helped you with everything around the apartment, he had even been helpful when you had gone grocery shopping.  His brother had called a few days after Gilbert had grown and sounded quite relieved to know that his brother's condition wasn't permanent.  You and Gilbert had even started playing various board and card games together.  He seemed to genuinely enjoy them.  You felt that your relationship with him was getting better, you were about to find out how wrong you were.

"Because all the nice shit I've been doing has been all for nothing!  I've been wasting my time being nice and courteous to you.  Playing stupid ass games, talking to you and listening to you whine about all your problems.  If you're so fucking sick of people making fun of you, stop being so fat!  Go for walks instead of playing stupid games!  Eat healthier for crying out loud!  I've been here for how many weeks now?  I've seen the way you eat, no wonder you're fat!  So unless you're going to do something about it, stop your bitching!  I'm tired of listening to it and I'm sick and tired of playing those lame ass games with you!  Oh, and another thing, you can kiss your job good-bye because your fired!  I know it was you and your stupid English friend's fault I'm like this!  So why don't you do the world a favor and end your disgusting existence, you stupid, fat, ugly sow!!"  Gilbert yelled, taking all his frustrations out on you.

You felt like you had just been sucker punched with a huge bag of bricks and that your heart had been ripped from your chest. You felt sick, everything you thought about the last two weeks had been a huge lie, he wasn't being nice because he wanted to be, he was being nice because he thought it would help him get back to normal and worst of all, he knew the truth.

Gilbert felt a little better after venting, but felt even worse when he saw the look on your face and realized exactly what he had said to you.  You looked like everything you ever loved had just died, you had tears running down your face, your eyes looked lifeless and your shoulders were slumped over.

"Oh, ok.  Well, I have to go now." You said with no feeling what so ever.  You made your way to the door and walked out of it.

Gilbert watched you leave and face palmed.

"What the hell is wrong with me?  Why did I say that?  Damn it, Gilbert, your so stupid!"  He thought about what he had said to you and what you had done to him, and managed to convince himself that you deserved everything he had said to you, after all, he had done nothing but try to help you.  But did you see it that way?  No, you took it as he was picking on you, you clearly weren't good enough to work for him.

So, why did he feel horrible about the things he had said to you?  His stomach was in knots and this overwhelming feeling of guilt.

"Gilbert, you have nothing to feel guilty about.  She deserved everything she got, this whole mess is her fault after all." But no matter how hard he tried to convince himself, he still felt guilty.  To take his mind off his guilt, he decided to play some of his games.

He had barely sat down and turned his Nintendo on, when Arthur game barging through the door.

"_____!  I'm so sorry!  It was a slip, I didn't mean to tell him anything!" Arthur yelled.

"Calm down, she's not even here." Gilbert said, focusing on his game.

"Well, where is she?  She didn't tell me she had any errands to do." Arthur asked, perplexed as to why you had left Gilbert alone and why your car was still parked.

"What do I care, she just said she had to go and left." Gilbert shrugged.

"What did you say to her?" Arthur asked, glaring daggers at Gilbert.

"Just that this whole mess is her fault and that she should do the world.....a ........ favor........" He said, as the severity of his words finally dawned on him.

"Gilbert, what did you say!"

"I... I-I-I-I-I was angry, the words just came out, I didn't mean to say it!" Gilbert replied, dropping his game, his eyes going wide.

"Damn it, Gilbert!  What the hell did you say?!"

"I told her to end it." Gilbert almost whispered.

"Oh, please tell me you didn't really say that?" Arthur asked, his blood running cold.

Gilbert, who was looking paler than usual, just nodded, unable to form any words, realizing exactly what he had told her to do.

"Well, don't just sit there, you little shit!  Help me find her before something happens!" Arthur growled as he grabbed Gilbert by the arm and drug him outside to begin searching.

"Where do we start looking?" Gilbert asked asked following Arthur.

"She likes to go to the park to think sometimes.  Lets try there first." Arthur said, breaking out into a run, Gilbert picking up his own pace.

They were stopped before they could reach the park by an accident.  Mesmerized by all the flashing lights from the emergency response vehicles, only one thing ran through Arthur's mind.

"Oh, dear god, please don't let it be her." He whispered before running to the scene.
And here it is!!! Another chapter for your reading enjoyment!!!  I will warn you, this one does get a little dark, so please be aware if that.  But I hope you all still enjoy it! :)

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You had no idea where you were or how you'd gotten there.  The last thing you remember was being at the night club with Matthias, enjoying drinks.

As you looked around, the room began to come into focus, as it did, you realized that you weren't in a room, but a cave!  There was a small river running through the cave and a boat sitting on the shore.  You saw no light in either direction when you looked, which you thought odd, since you could clearly see inside the cave.  Not knowing what else to do, you climbed into the boat, pushing off the shore as you did.  You sat down and let the current take you and the small boat away.  You weren't sure how long you had been drifting, but it felt like quite a while, the scenery never changed and you never saw a light at either end of the tunnel.  You let out a heavy sigh, wondering if you would ever get out of this cave.  Your thoughts were quickly interupted by laughter.

"Hello?" You asked, looking around the cave, but not seeing anyone, thinking it your imagination, you sat back in the boat and relaxed again, thinking the laughter was just your imagination.  That is, until you heard it again.  Oddly enough the laugh sounded vaguely familiar.  Your blood ran cold once you realized who it belonged to.

"Hello? Gilbert? If that's you, this isn't funny!" You shouted into the cave.

You heard the laugh again, this time it was acompanied by another laugh.  You recognized the second laugh right away, it belonged to your mother!   You knew nothing good could come from your mother and Gilbert, especially if they were together.

Looking around the cave, you thought you could make out two figures, one tall and one short and you were headed straight for them!  As you got a little closer, you realized it was you mother and Gilbert.  They had dark smiles as they stared down on you in your little boat.

"Oh, just look at her Gilbert, my poor daughter.  She could have been so much if only she wasn't so large and round." Your mother sneered.

"I know, it's dusgusting how she's just let herself go."

"Let herself go?  Oh, no, it's more like never cared enough to prevent it." Your mother and Gilbert started laughing.

Not wanting to get any closer, you began to try and paddle yourself to the shore, though all you succeeded in doing is making the boat move towards the pair even faster.

"Look at her.  Pathetic!" Gilbert scoffed.

"I know, I wish I'd had another son instead of a daughter." Your mother sighed. 

"I could be your son!" Gilbert beamed, smiling up at your mother.

"Oh that would be wonderful!  But first, we have to take care of the loser, and what do we do with losers?" Your mom smiled as she looked down at GIlbert, his smile matching her's as he looked up at her.

"They get taken out with all the other trash." Gilbert sneered as he looked back down at you.

The look they both gave you sent chills throughout your entire body.  You knew you had to get away from them, but as you paddled harder to try to get to the shore, you only succeeded in making your little boat go forward even faster.  Your eyes widened in fear as you saw Gilbert lift his foot.  He was going to stomp on you!

You quickly jumped out of the boat and began to swim to shore, the wake from Gilbert dropping his foot into the water helping to get to you to the shore.  You quickly climbed up and began to run away from the river, hoping to find a way out.  You heard Gilbert and your mom laughing and when you turned around you saw that they were right on top of you again.  This time, they were both trying to step on you.  You tripped and rolled over to see Gilbert's foot almost on top of you.

Your eyes shot open and you were breathing heavy.  Relieved that it was just a dream.  After a few deep breaths you were able to feel how achey your body was.  Your head was pounding and your body was sore.

"Oh, my head!  Why did I drink so much?" you groaned as you began to stir.

You froze when you felt a warm body cuddled up next to you.
/Oh dear lord, please no!/ you thought, thinking you had gone home with Matthias in your drunken stupor.

You quickly looked under the blankets and let out a sigh when you saw that you were clothed, but what was odd, was that you were in your own pajamas.  You looked around the room, trying your best to ignore the splitting headache you had.  You became confused when you realized you were in your own room.  You knew Arthur would never have allowed Matthias to spend the night with you in the state you were in, so then, who was cuddled up next to you?

You stiffened as an arm draped itself across you mid section and the person behind you buried their face in your back.
You slowly and cautiously turned over to see who it was.  Your eyes widened and you covered your mouth to stifle a scream.  It was Gilbert!  Your boss, Gilbert!  What were you doing in bed with him and why were you not on the couch.

Taking a few deep breathes to calm yourself down, you looked down at Gilbert again only to realize something.  He had gotten bigger!  Instead of looking like a seven or eight year old, he now appeared to be eleven or twelve.  Sitting up slightly, you tried to get a better look at him.  His face was a little more slender now, it wasn't as round as it had been.  His arms and legs were longer and skinnier.  He looked like a very skinny and awkward pre-teen.  You tried to stifle a giggle when you realized how tight his clothes had become on him.  They looked like they were going to have to be cut off of him.

What really confused you, though, was why you were sharing your bed with him, and why was he cuddling with you?

You carefully lifted his arm off your waist and slowly slid out from your bed, but before you get completely be free from your bed, he grabbed your arm and began to cuddle it.  You tried to pull it away from him, but he had a pretty tight grip on it.  You tried to loosen it, and after a few minutes, he finally let go and rolled over to his other side.  You let out a sigh of relief and headed for the bathroom to find some pain killers and to shower.  You realized that you had fallen asleep with your make up on and knew it would look horrible.  You definitely wanted to wash it off before Gilbert woke up and saw it.  Last thing you needed was for him have another reason to make fun of you.

You quietly made your way out of the bedroom after grabbing some clean clothes and made your way to the bathroom.  Little did you know that Gilbert was awake and had been watching you.  He sighed when he heard you close the bathroom door.  He had a lot of apologizing to do to you for the way he's made you feel, but first, he needed to get out of clothes that, for some reason,  felt way too small!

He stood up and looked down, realizing they were to small, which confused him, because when he went to to bed, they fit fine.  He walked over to the mirror and looked at himself, his eyes going wide when he realized he really had grown!  Not being able to contain his excitement, he ran straight into the bathroom, barging in on you soaking in the tub.

"____!  Look!  I grew!  I'm older!" He smiled as he ran right next to the tub so you could get a good look at him.

You let out a small squeak as you sunk down into the bubbles of your bath, trying to hide your nakedness from him, but not succeeding because you were to big for the tub, not to mention, you weren't able to fill it too full with water.  You covered your breasts with your arms and brought your knees up to try and hide what was between your legs.

"I'm older!" Gilbert beamed.

"Gilbert!  I'm in the bath!  What are you doing in here?" You asked, semi yelling at him as you tried to contain your anger.

"I wanted you to see that I had grown, I no longer need to be in that damn booster seat!  Not to mention, it's time to go shopping for some new clothes.  Now hurry up and get out of there and let's go shopping!" He demanded before walking out of the bathroom.

"Besides, it's not like I haven't seen it  before, remember?" he hollered as he closed the door behind him.

You blushed as you remembered him walking in on you changing when you were at your parent's house.

Letting out a heavy sigh and sinking as low as you could,  you covered your eyes, your head still pounding from the night before.

"I need to rehydrate before we go anywhere." You grumbled.

After getting dressed getting some liquid and pain pills in you, you were finally ready to take Gilbert to get some new clothes.  As you opened the door, you were surprised to see Arthur standing there.

"Oh, Arthur, hi." You smiled as you stood to the side to let him walk in.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"I'm getting some new clothes!" Gilbert smiled as he entered the room.

"Why do you need......" But Arthur stopped mid-sentence as he saw Gilbert had grown and grown quite a bit.

"How did you get so big?" He asked, walking over to Gilbert and circling him as he tried to think of how his considerable growth spirt could have happened.

"I have no idea, but it's a good sign right?  Maybe whatever happened to make me a kid again is wearing off or starting to reverse." He smiled, looking down on himself.

That simple statement made a light bulb go off in Arthur's head.

"_____, love, I need to have a word with you outside." He said as he grabbed your hand and drug you outside, closing the door behind him so Gilbert would't hear the two of you talking.

"I think I know why he grew."

"That's great!  Why?" You asked, thinking that if you knew how to reverse the spell, you could get him out of you house that much faster.

"It has to do with the potion I made you to give to him."


"Well, last night, you came home considerably drunk and well, not yourself."

"What did I do?" You sighed, afraid to know how big of a fool you had made of yourself.

"That's not important right now.  However, what Gilbert did is.  He helped take care of you and it was his idea.  He's the reason you were sleeping in your bed last night.  He was going to take the couch, but he fell asleep before he could, so I laid him next to you.  We talked last night and I think he realized just how he's making you feel.  He also got to see first hand just how his teasing makes you feel."

"Arthur, what did I do last night?" You asked, your blood running cold.

"You were going to kill yourself.  He helped me talk to you down."

"Please tell me your kidding?"

"I wish I was.  But you weren't yourself last night.  Matthias drugged you."

"He what!"

"He drugged you and sent you home in a cab.  You told Gilbert he was right and Matthias was only interested in you for information on Gilbert's company."

"Which means he was probably right about my brother paying him to go out with me too." You said as tears started to well up in your eyes.

"Arthur, so you think you could take him shopping for me please?  I don't feel so hot."

"Sure thing.  Anyplace specific I should take him?" Arthur asked as you walked back into your apartment.

"Wherever he wants to go.  The card is in my wallet." You said as you made your way to your bedroom and closed the door.

"What's wrong with her?" Gilbert asked.

"I told her what Matthias did last night."

"Why did you do that?  She was in a decent mood!" Gilbert asked, clearly irritated with Arthur.

"She has a right to know." Arthur sighed as he grabbed your wallet from your purse and looked for the card.  It was easy to find since you didn't have any credit cards.

"Are you sure it's a good idea to leave her home alone?  I mean, you know, she did try to....... last night." Gilbert couldn't even bring himself to say it.  He was clearly hurt by what happened last night.

"I think she'll be fine and we'll be quick.  I don't think you'll need that many clothes, especially if we can figure out what caused the growth spurt."

You heard Gilbert and Arthur leave, once you were sure they weren't coming back, you let your tears fall.  You felt like such a fool for thinking Matthias actually liked you for you.  You eventually cried yourself to sleep.
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    I contemplated whether or not to open the journal laid before me. I had earlier found it in my book bag. I have no clue why though. Either someone put it in accidentally, or on purpose. Those are the only reasons I can think of right now. The only thing on the chocolate brown cover was "Journal" engraved in the leather. No identifications of who it belonged to. To figure out who the owner is at this point, I should probably peek at the name page to see if there is a name. No biggie.
    Without hesitation, I opened the cover to find no name page, but only the first glob of words. There probably was no name on the backside of the cover because it's leather, but I checked anyways. Yup. No name. Maybe they say their name in the first story. It would be rude to read it. It's an invasion of privacy. I hate people going through my stuff, so why be a hypocrite and go through others? Whatever. It's just ONE. Not much. Than again, that's what people say when they pick up their first joint. Again, whatever.
    From my criss-crossed position on the floor in my bedroom, I switched to lay on my belly. Okay. Just this one. No more. Just figure out who owns it. After my "motivational" speech, I began to read the entry.

    December 27, 2013
     So my mother bought me this lame book for Christmas. Why would she get me something so useless? Ugh. Woman. What am I even supposed to write in here? My name? My name is too awesome to be written in this stupid book. Well, it's only awesome because it belongs to me, THE AWESOME GILBERT!! Kesesese. I would write hahahahaha, but that's not as awesome. Too mainstream. I should take a shot every time I write               awesome in this book... AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME!!!! Beers good even though I'm underaged. 16. Who gives a shit? I'll be 17 soon.

    Well that wasn't hard to figure out. Gilbert. Gilbert the one who thinks he's sooooo awesome. Well, he kind of actually is. Plus the underaged booze lover. Gilbert Beilschmidt. my best friend since grade school. The passage made me chuckle a bit. I couldn't tell if I was laughing because it was funny or just too stupid. A mixture of both I would say.
    My main question is why is his journal in my bag? Did he put it there on purpose. If he did, why couldn't he just tell me all these things in person? Did he accidentally do it. We actually have the same bag, by coincidence.
    The big question overall is should I read it? It would be rude and disloyal. Though what if he put it in here on purpose? Then I should read it. I pondered all my questions for a second, rubbing my temple, leading into my smooth, [hair color] hair. Ugh. Whatever. I'll read it. He probably doesn't even care anyway knowing him. I flipped to the next page, beginning another one.

    January 17, 2014
        I forgot about this thing. It's so stupid. Again, why do I have it???... I dunno. Wait. Christmas. That's it. My mother apparently doesn't have a clue what to buy her son and decided to make me feminine writing all my feeling in here. Anyways, today hurt. I was eating lunch with [first name], and right when I was about to sit down, Elizabeta pulled the chair out from under me. Usually that's nothing, but against a hard floor. Damn that hurts your ass. It sill hurts at 10 pm. Geez I need to man up. Show up my awesomeness. I need to be awesome for my crush so she'll like me back. She probably views me as a friend only though. She's so pretty and awesome!

Gil has a crush and he never has told me? Sore loser. Just kidding. I forgot about the incident. He must've bruised his tailbone because up to present time in May 2014, he says it still hurts.

    February 4, 2014
       Totally forgot about this boring thing again. Bored. So bored. Why is it so hard to impress my crush! Okay, that was a bit random. I have nothing to write so why not describe the love of my life that will never love me back?! I think I said this before, but she probably just views us as friends. We've been friends for a really long time now, and we're still best friends. What an awesome achievement. All the way up to present juniors. Whatever. So she's absolutely beautiful and awesome.  She denies it every day on her own, but I'm just too nervous to tell her it's a lie and she's perfect. She's so perfect, everything about her, and I love her. Orz. I'm a stupid failure. I'll probably never live to her expectations and be the man she would want me to be. I probably wouldn't give her everything she deserves because I'm terrible at these sort of things.  Just her silky [hair color] hair, shining [eye color] eyes. I swear, they sparkle like the starry night sky. Her warm, soft smile. Adorable laugh. Funny personality, coated with sarcasm. I feel out of personality talking about her. Eh. Who gives a crap? [first name] [middle name] [last name]. That's her. The most awesome woman that has ever existed, and the one I have fallen head-over-heels for. Okay I'm done. Wait, no. My tailbone still hurts.

Wh-what?? My mind went blank for a second, then it flooded with millions of questions. Gil, my bestie, loves me? More than a friend? I shook my head, wishing this wasn't true, but it's dead serious. I can't believe it. He really does love me. Everything about me. Not just my appearance.  That's the quality and respect I've been searching for in a man.
    I've only viewed him as a friend, not anything more. He's really cute, I have to admit. Also handsome. Everyone I met, they don't like his personality calling him annoying and narcissistic. I can't deny that. It's a fact. I love his personality. It's just too funny and stupid. I can't read anymore of this. This is just to weird and confusing. I shut the book, placing my head in the gap of my crossed arms, trying to catch a grip on all of this.


    I stood at my locker in the crowded hallway, the book placed between both my sweating hands. The butterflies danced around in my stomach, tying an uneasy know. The reason I even have this feeling is because I know Gilbert's little secret, making me nervous to even say hello to him. I seriously have no clue how to confront him. I should just act as I always do. I bet if I do just that, everything will turn out just fine. I hope. Though seriously. What if everything turns...
    "Sup [first name]!" I heard a familiar voice call. Shit. It's Gilbert. Just calm down and act casual. I plastered my face with my usual expression, with the warm and soft smile he loves oh so much. "What's up?" He walked up to me, the pleasant and alluring scent of his cologne taking over my senses. Whoever made cologne, why did they have to make it smell so good? It's meant to attract woman, and those creators are doing one fine job about it.

    "The ceiling. You blind?"

    "...No. Just no."

    "Haha! You wish you're jokes are as awesome as mine." What kind of conversations do we have? These are kind of typical in our friendship.

    "Mine are much more awesome."

    "Say one than."

    "Oh, um..." He rubbed the to of  his head, his platinum hair following the movement. So cute! He needs to stop or I'll fall head-over-heels with him. His blood orbs directed to the ceiling. This is going to be one terrible joke. I can tell.

    "Kay, I got one. The dyslexic devil worshiper sold his sold his soul to Santa." Wow. That was incredibly stupid.

    "HA HA HA HA HA! Can you hear me laughing?? Tell another one!" I clapped along, too. He just stood there and gave me a death glare.

    "I came out to have a good time, and honestly I'm feeling so attacked right now. Think of a better one."

    "Okay, can do." After a moment, I thought of one. It's terrible but those are the only jokes that can roll of my tongue and escape my lips. "What’s the best part about living in Switzerland?"

    "Chocolate, cheese, and guns. I don't know."

    "Not sure, but the flag is a big plus." Gilbert just shook his head.

    "You're jokes are terrible." An audible voice returned. It wasn't Gilbert's. I looked around to find no suspect. Both Gilbert and I began to laugh in unison.

    "Kesesese! That reaction was awesome!"

    "You bet!" I guess I should hand the journal back. Putting my hands in front of me, the journal rested in both of my palms. "Here. I found this in my bag. I didn't read anything." Why did I just lie? Why? He retrieved it from me.

    "That's where it is. Must've put it in the wrong bag. We have identical ones. Now you know my little secret."

    "Oh more than you know." I should just tell him the truth. Everything hopefully will just become easier. Storing up a lie will just make everything turn for the absolute worse. "Actually, I read three entries."

    "You did? Eh, who cares?"

    "Yeah... I forgot Elizabeta pulled a chair out from under you."

    "My butt still hurts! So unawesome."


    "Shut up."

    "Hehe. Also, I figured out... you... like me?" Gil's face automatically flushed. His eyes widened far. I just embarrassed him. I could feel the burning on my cheeks as well.

    "Um... yeah... you read that far."

    "It was the third one. I decided to stop after that." A moment of awkward silence fluttered by. "Why didn't you tell me?"

    "I couldn't. It would just be...awkward."

    "You should've."

    "I wasn't brave enough. I'm just a coward."

    "Comes from the guy who tried to jump off the roof of my house. Two stories. Fun. Also coming from the man who's afraid of the ghost of a donut."

    "I was eight!"

    "Oh no! What a nightmare."

    "Well than... I like you. More than a friend."

    "No dip Sherlock. I read it in your book."

    "You're making me feel more uncomfortable."

    "Sorry." I need to simmer down with my sarcasm. I'm going to make him cry if I continue. Just kidding. He just kept his eyes fixed on the ground, probably too scared to talk anymore. I don't know what to do. I went over some of my questions from last night again, coming to a conclusion. I like him. I really do. Thinking about it. He's absolutely perfect for me, and apparently I'm the same back. He's so lonely and needs someone to love him, so I'll take that place. I should just give him a hug. Lift his spirits a little.
    Quickly, I wrapped my arms around his neck. I tightened my grip, trying my best to demonstrate my affection. Faster than I expected, he wrapped his arms around my waist. I don't want to let go. This is exactly what I've been searching for. Someone I can truly say I love.
    "I love you, Gil."

    "... I love you, too."
I tried. It's not the best, but eh.

Prussia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
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    Gilbert sighs and and stares up over the small city. He doesn’t really want to delve into the minds and souls of the inhabitants, but he doesn’t care enough to stop his urges. Gilbert wasn’t always like this. He was always fallen. Angels sometimes grow curious of the human realm. And sometimes they experiment. Gilbert couldn't stop himself when his first encounter with a human woman came, severing himself from Heaven completely. And he is nothing but a hollow shell. He’s been transformed into an incubus.

    It’s still bright out, so he’s not as strong as he normally would be. If he were to come in sexual contact with anyone right now, he would be visible to them without his consent. So he decides to wander through the city. There are so many people. He sees them everyday. It’s so boring. Germany has become so boring. Humanity has become so boring. No one is special anymore. It sucks because Gilbert used to always prey on the unique. With no one special, what is he but even more hollow than before?

    He walks the streets in silence, invisible to all humans around him. Just one...just one desirable woman was all he really needs. One who would really satisfy the urges he has placed upon himself through his own fault. He wishes to himself just to find one person who could satisfy the gnawing in his chest.

    (y/n) has just moved to a smaller city in eastern Germany. She’s taking an abroad program here and is renting a very small apartment for herself. She has just unpacked everything and now only has one thing to do before she can really settle in. She needs to go shopping for dinner. All she wants is to buy a few things. She doesn’t want to spend too much on her first evening. But her stomach growls keep reminding her that she really is hungry.

    (y/n) steps out onto the street, humming an old tune softly to herself. She wishes that she knew German better than she did. But that was one of the benefits of studying abroad. She could learn just by living here. Her humming grows just a bit louder as she gets lost in her own thoughts. People walking by notice and stare as she passes them. They don’t stare because she’s weird. They stare because her voice is so enthralling. It’s almost mystifying. And it’s enough to catch the attention of something unwanted.

    She doesn’t notice him as he walks in her footsteps. It’s rather hard to notice something invisible and intangible. Something...supernatural. All (y/n) notices is how much hungrier she is when she actually has food in her arms from the market.

    She even sings softly to herself as she cooks. Her voice is so soft, so melodic. She has never thought about chasing a music career, but she would make it if she tried. She finishes her dinner rather quickly and decides to get ready for bed. Everything here seems so perfect. That feels perfect until a strange chill floods her senses. (y/n) isn’t sure where it came from. All her windows are shut and locked tightly. She just shrugs it off and gets to sleep.

    Gilbert isn’t sure how he missed such a beauty. Her (h/l), (h/c) hair. Those bright, (e/c) eyes. And her voice. The second he heard that voice, he was stunned beyond all means. It was like he was in Heaven again. It felt as though he never fell from it in the first place. He hasn’t felt like that in so long. He followed her to her home and watched her silently. She was singing as she cooked her human food for her human body. He stopped watching her eventually and just...listened. And then when the sun had set and the girl was getting ready for bed, he dared to touch her. Gilbert saw how his touch stole the warmth from her entire body, but he couldn’t help himself. He felt himself drawn to her in such a peculiar way.

    Now Gilbert lies next to the girl as she sleeps. He thought that he would want to take her and soil her body. But now that he has felt the reverberations of her voice ringing throughout his very being, he knows he couldn’t debase her so easily. He wants to hear that voice again.  So Gilbert allows his intangible body lie close to hers. “I don’t even know her name,” he whispers to himself. He touches her hair and runs his hand along the curve of her back. Gilbert would love to draw closer to the girl, but he knows that everything he does to her as she sleeps, she will feel in her dreams. He doesn’t want to scare her away yet. He wants to be by her side for as long as he can, just to feel the sensations of her voice.

    (y/n) stirs in her sleep a bit at the touch of the incubus, but she does not wake. Gilbert moves away quickly. It’s all so confusing. He should be able to touch her as he pleases like he has with every other human he has even encountered. So why is he nervous to scare this maiden away when she has yet to even know of his existence? “Frau,” he whispers in her ear. “I vill remain by your side. Vezher you vant me to or not.”

    Day after day, life is rather normal for (y/n). She enjoys going to school. She loves to walk around her new neighborhood. She loves her little apartment that gives her the privacy to sing her little tunes as she picks up after herself and does her homework (which is the one downer to her days in Germany). She even starts applying for jobs within her first week in Germany. She’s just trying to make the most out of her time here.

    But there’s something that confuses her a little. Perhaps it is due to homesickness, or maybe it is just her sheer excitement for the new opportunities presented to her, but (y/n) has been having these dreams. They’re mostly different. But there is a recurring character. She never sees his face. But she hears his voice and she feels his touch against her flesh. The dreams come every night. The man has even begun to whisper her name before consciousness takes over her. She doesn’t mind the dreams so much. (y/n) just...wishes that she knew what they meant.

    She can carry on with her daily routine, working and singing softly to herself, with or without the thoughts of the man resting on her mind. She doesn’t find it harmful to think of the man. She only wishes that she knew his name. She wants to name him herself, but everything she’s come up with doesn’t suit him very well.

    (y/n) sighs and tries to think of something else for a little while. But when one character is haunting your dreams every night, it’s hard to set the thought of him aside. After a while, (y/n) understands that she can’t get the sound of his voice out of her head.

    And Gilbert. He can’t bare to be away from (y/n). He hates it when she’s silent. The sound of her voice floods his senses. It makes his black wings feel white again. It reminds him of the sweet smell of Heaven. He has found himself enjoying the look on her (s/c) face when her (e/c) eyes light up at the thought of him residing in her dreams.

    And every night, when she’s asleep, he whispers to her. He’s even confessed to her a few times what he is. How he failed his brothers in Heaven. How it is her voice alone that reminds him of the sweeter existence. Gilbert has come to accept the fact that he will never soil (y/n). He cherishes the feelings that she gives him too much to allow his own urges to destroy them.

    The hardest thing for Gilbert to come to terms with is that (y/n) will only be by his side in her dreams. If she saw the monster--the demon that he truly is, there would be no reason for her to sing for him anymore. But he wants so badly to truly hold the human in his arms. It’s a feeling that he’s never felt before. He’s not quite sure how to handle it.

    “Frau,” he whispers in her ear one night. “(y/n)...” He dares to stroke her soft, (h/c) hair. “I vant you to know zhat I am more zhan just a dream,” he murmurs. “(y/n)...I’m an incubus...a demon. But I vould never hurt you…” he confesses softly. All the demon can hope for is that (y/n) will not spite him for he has told her. He stays by her side until the sun rises, humming a simple tune of his own in her ear.

    When (y/n) wakes up the next morning, all she can hear in her head are the things that Gilbert told her. She can’t get his voice out of her thoughts. And that song he was singing in her head, that is the worst. All day she finds herself humming, unable to rid herself of the infectious earworm. And then, as she was making herself another lonely dinner, she finally put words to his tune.

    “In sleep he sang to me,” she murmurs to herself, unknowingly catching the attention of the incubus who wove the tune into her very being, “in dreams he came.” The entire apartment chills as Gilbert grows more conscious of her voice. “That voice which calls to me,” (y/n) pauses slowly and looks around for the presence she can suddenly feel in her kitchen, “and speaks my name.

    She follows the patterns on the floor to find the silhouette of a man. “And do I dream again? For now I find,” smoke begins to rise from the shadow, “the demon of the night is there…” (y/n) pauses and stares as the shadows and smoke begin to form a man. “inside my mind.

    Gilbert feels himself drawing pieces of a physical body together by the sound of her voice. He wants to finally answer her sweet tones. “Sing once again with me,” his voice rings out for the first time in centuries, “our strange duet.” He can feel the chilling smoke form a body as he finally responds to (y/n)’s enthralling voice. “My power over you,” he feels himself smirk slightly, “grows stronger yet.

    (y/n) stares up at him in shock as synthetic skin begins to cover the smoke. She looks behind her to see if she might escape from the demon she has called into her home. Gilbert notices and tries not to sneer at her. “And though you turn from me to glance behind,” he reaches out to her with a pearly arm, “the demon of the night is there…” His humanoid eyes finally open, glowing a frightening crimson and allowing him to finally look upon (y/n) as a benign creature might, “inside your mind…

    (y/n) blushes as she stares up at the alluring face. Of course an incubus would be so fascinating. She knows how that face has led others to their doom. Yet she stands firmly before the demon, replying in her angelic tones. “Those who have seen your face,” she sings softly to the incubus, “draw back in fear.” She blushes to herself as she sings words she’s never thought to say before, “I am the mask you wear…

    Gilbert replies more earnestly than he dreamed he would. “It's me they hear.

    (y/n) steps forward toward what she knows to be a demon, fearless as she’s always been. Yet she’s surprised to hear her next words matched by his. “Your spirit and my voice in one combined,” (y/n) can’t stop herself from reaching out to take his porcelain hand.

    She stops herself from making contact. “The demon of the night is there…

    Gilbert cringes at her hesitation, but continues as though he can’t help himself, “inside your mind.

    (y/n) let’s her conscious go as she grasps onto the demon’s hand. Gilbert feels warmth flooding his senses as he pulls her close. He swears he can hear both angels and demons whispering in his head. He's there the demon of the night. He only hopes that (y/n) doesn’t hear them as well. Beware the demon of the night.

    Gilbert holds her closer to his pseudo-body and whispers softly in her ear. “In all your fantasies,” he draws back a bit so that he can look into her sparkling (e/c) eyes, “you always knew…” He looks her over and finds only sincerity. “That man and mystery…

    (y/n) blushes under his gaze and sings softly, “were both in you.

    Gilbert lowers his face to hers, relishing in the fact that this angel is singing to him. They join tones again, whispering the same words. “And in this labyrinth where night is blind...” (y/n) draws back a bit to look into the demon’s eyes again. “The demon of the night is here…

    “...inside my mind,” (y/n) finishes with a voice that surges feeling into Gilbert’s brittle bones.

    He wraps his arms around her and nuzzles his face into her neck. To have such soft, warm flesh welcome him close so innocently is something so satisfying. He brings his cold lips to her ear once again, murmuring, “Sing, my angel of music…

    (y/n)’s (e/c) eyes widen and she pulls away softly. “Who are you?” she asks. “What was that?”

    “I suppose my human name is Gilbert,” the demon replies as he stares back into her eyes. “Oh don’t know how you have completed me...such a sveet how zhe angels used to sing in Heaven.”

    (y/n) reaches up to touch his stoney face. “You’re a demon...and you’re not going to hurt me? How does that happen?”

    “Not all Fallen seek zhe destruction of souls, (y/n),” Gilbert tells her softly. He nuzzles her neck again. “Vill you let me stay vizh you?”

    “O-of course…” (y/n) replies quietly. There’s no way she can sever her ties with this monster now. Not after what had just come over the two of them.

    Gilbert stays by her side as much as he can. He begins to simulate human life. The urges that comes with being an incubus slowly fade to the back of his mind. (y/n) can complete him with much more than just her voice. Her kindness and gentle nature rub off on the demon quite a bit. Though he can’t exactly help himself sometimes...Gilbert knows that he can never hurt (y/n). He does touch her on occasion, but that always comes with a smack to the head from his victim.

    (y/n) does like having him around though. Gilbert can be lazy. And he does like “vhat you humans call alcohol.” But he does swear to protect (y/n) to the best of his abilities. He offers her a strong companion. A strange companion, but a good one nonetheless. He loves to act like a human more than he thought he would. (y/n) even makes him get a job at an animal shelter. It doesn’t take long before he brings in a cute little bird home.

    And the two are always humming and singing to each other when they are home. Gilbert’s face always looks so peaceful when (y/n) whispers a tune in his ear. She loves the look his crimson eyes get. “(y/n),” Gilbert calls to her one day. He sneaks behind her and wraps his chilled arms around her waist. “How is my favorite human?”

    “What are you doing?” (y/n) asks as she stares down at his hands. “Are you ok, Gil?”

    He smiles at the nickname she has given him. “Come vatch one of zhose human movies vizh me tonight.” He pulls her close and drags her to the couch. “We haven’t bonded today, frau. Let’s do zhat now.”

    “What are you talking about?” (y/n) asks as he pulls her on top of him on the couch. “Is this your demon side coming out?”

    “Shush, nein,” Gilbert grumbles. “I only vant to be close to you. Is that so bad?”

    “I suppose not…” (y/n) grumbles. Gilbert pulls her closer and runs his fingers through her (h/c) hair. “What do you want, Gil?”

    “Vill you do somezhing for me?” he asks her quietly.

    “What is it?”

    “Sing, my angel of music…
So this is my entry for this musical contest

This is also the first songfic I've ever done...not sure if I did it right...

The song is "Phantom of the Opera" from Phantom of the Opera
I had to replace "Phantom of the Opera" with "demon of the night" so that I could make the story more my own.

I don't own the song
I don't own Hetalia
I found the picture on tumblr :3
(So I don't own that either)
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    "No no no. You have to button this shirt up," he told her sternly.

    (y/n) raised a brow at her older brother and crossed her arms over her chest. "There are no buttons on this shirt, Arthur."

    Arthur glared at his little sister before looking away. "Then you should change your shirt. Wearing something like that will give the wrong idea to all those perverts out there looking to hook up with innocent, abstinent young women like yourself."

    "Arthur," (y/n) hissed at him. "Don't be stupid. This doesn't even show cleavage. Just finish dressing yourself before you start to criticize what I'm wearing, ok?"  

    He huffed at her before returning to his room. He finished getting ready for the day and headed downstairs to have breakfast with his little sister. Arthur was kind of in a mood when he woke up, but (y/n) wasn't helping much.

    "I'm gonna put (f/c) streaks in my hair," she told him.

    "No you are not. You're a high schooler, not some punk rocker," he grumbled.

     "Arthur!" she growled. "You're not Dad. Stop telling me what to do all the time."

    "Someone has to look out for you," he retorted. "And since I'm your older brother, I guess it has to be me."

    "I don't need you looking out for me," she replied as she stood up. "Arthur...please..."

    "Come now," Arthur said quietly, standing up. "We're going to be late to school if we don't leave soon."



    (y/n) stepped out of her brother' scar and headed over to her friends. She didn't have too many classes with them this year so this was one of the few times she got to hang out with them. It's one of her few chances to complain about her brother to someone other than her brother.

    "So has anyone asked you out to the dance yet?" Bella asked her friend with a bright smile.

    "No. Not yet," (y/n) murmured. "But it doesn't really matter. Arthur would never let me go no matter who asked me."

    "Don't be silly. I'm sure if it was someone nice like Matthew he would let you," Bella told her reassuringly.

    "I highly doubt that," she muttered under her breath.

    The bell rung and everyone had to get to class. (y/n) made her way to English, grumbling to herself the entire time. Bella might have been on to something. Her brother was nearly as insane as Arthur yet she could go to the dance with Toni, a guy her brother hated. Well, it didn't matter anyway because no one had asked her to go to the dance yet.

    She sat at her desk, which was surrounded by people she couldn't care less about. Someone poked her shoulder rather roughly from behind. (y/n) turned around and glared at the guy who had poked her. "Hey. What are you doing?" she asked him quietly.

    "Vell, frau," her albino classmate called back with a smirk. "I zhought zhat you deserved to see mein awesome face zhis morning is all it vas."

    "Well that's very kind of you," (y/n) replied with a sarcastic snort. "But I would appreciate it if you would refrain from doing that once class actually starts, Gilbert."

    "You know mien awesome name? I'm so touched, (y/n). I must be more awesome zhan I zhought."

    "Yeah, that's what it is," (y/n) replied. She and Gilbert weren't the closest of friends, but they had always been able to joke around with each other before and sometimes during class. "Is there a reason you're being more annoying than usual today?"

    "Ja, I alvays have a reason to be annoying," he told her with a smirk. "I vant you to go to zhe dance vizh me."

    "Wait...what?" (y/n) asked him quietly. She hadn't expected anyone to ask her--especially with her brother threatening to poison anyone who did with his cooking. "Gil...are you serious?"

    "Ja. Vhy vould I joke about somezhing like zhat? Zhat vould be so unawesome, you know."

    "So you are serious?"

    "How many times do you vant me to say it?"

   "Alright Gil, you don't have to be so sassy," (y/n) retorted. "I'll go with you if you really want me to."

    "Zhat' so kind of you," he said with a wink. "Vear somezhing nice for me, ja?"

    "Yeah I'll try," (y/n) told him. She laughed and turned back to face forward. Now she had a date. All she had to worry about was her brother. She didn't even want to tell Arthur about it. He would probably tie her up to prevent her from going to the dance with anyone--especially someone like Gilbert.

    (y/n) had to admit it to herself. She was happy that Gilbert had been the one to ask her out. Ok, maybe she was a little more than happy. She hadn't even admitted it to herself yet that she had a crush on the eccentric albino.

    That made her start to question things. How long had she had feelings for the guy? Why did she have feelings for him? He was certainly unique. But he was incredibly egotistical. Yet he was also kindhearted. Maybe that was it.
    "I should go buy a new dress...huh?" (y/n) asked herself quietly. "It's a it shouldn't be anything too fancy...but it can still be something cute..."

    "Excuse me?" someone called from the doorway. "Are you talking about the dance this Friday?" Arthur asked her quietly. "You're actually going? With whom, might I ask."

   "Just a friend, Artie," she said with a nervous smile. "Please calm down."

    "Just calm down?" Arthur asked her quietly. "Fine...I...I'm sorry for getting into your business so much."

    "You're just trying to look out for me, right? It's fine," (y/n) told him quietly.

    "If I don't look out for you, no one will..." Arthur grumbled. "So you should let me do my job sometimes, ok?"

    "You worry too much," she replied. "Arthur...please..."

    "Who is the guy you're going with anyway? It sounds like you like him as more than just a friend," Arthur asked her quietly.

    "I do not!" (y/n) cried. It was embarrassing to talk to her brother about boys anyway. She slammed the door in his face and proceeded with her daydreaming.

    Arthur stood on the other side of the door in silence. Was (y/n) that afraid to tell him who she liked? He was always in her business...but that was just because he didn't want her getting hurt. She had only dated one guy before and it ended in complete heartbreak. He didn't want to see her so depressed ever again. So Arthur made a vow to himself to protect (y/n) from heartbreak as best he could. He thought he was doing a pretty good job too.

    "So I'll pick you up seven, ok?" Gilbert told (y/n) as she sat down in her seat the next day. "Ve can meet zhe guys at zhe dance."

    "I think it would be better to just carpool, you know?" she replied nervously. "Gas prices these days..."

    "Vell I guess if you vant ve can do it zhat vay. But ve von't get much privacy."

    "I didn't know we would be needing privacy," (y/n) told him as she raised a brow. "What for, might I ask."

    "It's supposed to be an awesome surprise for you, frau."

    "Is that so?"

    "Ja. Don't vorry so much like your big bruder. I can be a gentleman vhen I vant to."

    "I'll believe that when I see it."

    Gilbert scoffed at her and stuck his tongue out as she turned around. He stared at the back of her head for a while as he thought about how things after the dance would go. He hoped that she would be compliant to say the least. Things could go so well.

    After class, Gilbert was about to smack (y/n)'a butt as she left, but he decided against it for obvious reasons. Instead, he shoved her away playfully and walked in the opposite direction, giving her a wink as he walked.

    He met up with Antonio and Francis at their lockers. Francis was usually the first one there after this class but he was a little late. He looked a little disheveled too.

    "What happened to you, amigo?" Antonio asked him with an oddly cheerful smile.

    "Zhe girls still can't manage to take no for an answer?" Gilbert asked him with a smirk.

    " new lab partner is zhe devil incarnate..." he replied wearily. "I zhink 'e's still chasing me..."

    "You bloody frog!" Arthur screamed from down the hall. "You better get back to the Anatomy room and help me clean up that mess!" Arthur came storming towards the three and grabbed Francis by his hair. "I cannot believe you could be so inconsiderate!"

    "Of all zhe people you could upset, you had to go vizh Kirkland?" Gilbert asked his friend tiredly. "Sometimes I zhink zhat I've surrounded myself vizh awesome idiots." He looked at the clock on the wall and sighed. "I'll see you losers later. See you Friday, Artie!"

    "And why is that?" Arthur called after him, his hands on his hips.

    "Because...I'm taking your sister to zhe dance? Vhy else vould I see you outside of school?" After rolling his eyes, he turned and made his way to his next class.

    Arthur was left speechless. So that was why (y/n) didn't tell him who she was going with? It was that obnoxious, womanizing freak? Did she actually like him? No. She couldn't. He tries his hardest to teach her to not give a damn about scum like him. But she was still going to the dance with him. Arthur had to stop this. He couldn't let (y/n) do this to herself.

    "(y/n)!" he screamed as he walked through the door. "You can't be serious about your date to the dance!"

    (y/n) was in her room, trying on a new dress. "What are you talking about?" she called back.

    "Gilbert Bielschmidt?" Arthur nearly screamed. "Is this some kind of a sick joke?"

    "Gil happens to be very nice to me, Arthur."

    "That's because he wants to get into your pants!" he yelled back. Arthur stood in the doorway and glared at (y/n). She looked so stunning in her dress. Too stunning. "Seriously, love. You don't think he has some hidden motive? He and Elizaveta just broke up. You don't think he's just using you to fill that void?"

    "Um...Arthur? He and Liz have been broken up for almost a year now...I think he's ok," she retorted.

    "But you've seen how he treats girls! He doesn't care about anyone but himself and his penis--which I highly doubt is nearly as large as he says it is."


    "He probably just invited you today so that he could have fresh meat to grope at the dance! How could you be so stupid!"

    "Arthur! You're wrong about him so shut up! Don't talk to me!" She slammed the door in his face once again.

    By the time the dance actually rolled around, (y/n) wasn't as happy to go as she was at the beginning. All of Arthur's words made sense. Gilbert had always been a player. The only time he had ever been serious about anyone was when he was dating Liz. He had probably asked her out and she turned him down. That meant that (y/n) was just some replacement...just some meat he could grope at the dance like Arthur said. It made her feel sick. She thought she looked so ugly in her new dress.

    Gilbert decided not to carpool. He kept saying things about privacy which made (y/n) feel even worse. If he even tried to cop a feel, she would be out of there before he even felt the pain of her foot popping his testicles. (y/n)  came outside to meet him. "Arthur's in a mood," she said quietly as she got into the car. "You don't want to go inside."

    "Vell...let's not let him ruin our fun tonight, ok? Zhat vould be totally unawesome." He smiled at her and began driving to school.


    "You vant to dance?" Gilbert asked her after a while. "You don't look like you're having much fun..."

    "I've been thinking..." (y/n) murmured. "Why did you ask me to the dance?"

    "Vhat? Vhy are you asking?"

    "It's not like you," she told him quietly. "Are you expecting to get something out of me? Because I'm not like the girls you chase."

    "Hey. Vhat are you going on about?" Gilbert asked her. He was certainly shocked, but a little pissed as well. "Vhy did you say yes if zhat's how you feel about me?"

    "You didn't answer my question," (y/n) grumbled. "Was it because no one else said yes? Was Liz too busy?"

    "Hey! Shut up!" Gilbert nearly yelled. If the music was any quieter, people would have stopped to listen. "She has nozhing to do vizh anyzhing!"

    "Then why are you getting all defensive?" she yelled back. "Why did you ask me to the dance?"

    Gilbert looked away from her. This wasn't how he planned for things to happen.

    "You know what? Just take me home. I was stupid to say yes to you in the first place."

    "Fine. You ruined my night too," Gilbert spat as he got up.

    "You still haven't even answered my question," (y/n) murmured as she followed him out to the parking lot. "And I don't know why we couldn't car pool either."

    "Vhy does it matter now? Vhy did you even say yes? You obviously don't like me at all."

    "That has nothing to do with it," (y/n) murmured. "I just know that you don't like me. Not the way I had thought you did when you first asked me out, anyway."

    "How zhe hell do you know how I feel about you?"

    "Please, Gil. I'm nothing like the girls you usually go for."

    "I know zhat--"

    "Were you expecting me to be?"

    Gilbert scoffed as he got into his car. "Shut up. You vere happy to be my date earlier. Vhat changed since then?"

    "Nothing's changed. I've just remembered  who you are."

    " suck more zhan your bruder."

    "Don't talk about my brother! He's just looking out for me!"

    "Vait." Gilbert pulled over and stopped the car. "Did he say somezhing about me? Is zhat vhy you're being so unawesome right now?"

    "What are you talking about? I just want to go home, Gilbert," she grumbled.

    "Vait. I have somezhing to say and you need to hear mein awesome words, ok? Your brozher is an idiot. Vhatever he told you about mien intentions vas wrong. I...I liked you, ok? Not zhe same vay zhat I like other girls..."

    "What's that supposed to mean," (y/n) grumbled.

    "I asked you out because I vant a serious relationship vizh you, ok?" He blushed hard as he looked away. "Zhat's vhy I didn't vant to carpool or anyzhing...I vanted to ask you out after an awesome night at zhe dance. But zhat didn't happen. And you seem to hate me."

    "I...I don't hate you...I just...listened to my brother for once."

   Gilbert chuckled quietly and continued driving home. "That vasn't very awesome. He must really hate me zhen."

    "No...he just...he doesn't want me to get hurt."

    "Do you zhink zhat I vould be so unawesome to hurt you?" he asked her, acting insulted.

    (y/n) giggled and looked out the window. "Sorry for ruining the dance for you."

    "Zhat place vas full of losers anyvay. I probably vould have chickened out like a little girl at zhe end of zhe night anyway instead of asking you out."

    "You still haven't really asked me out, Gil," (y/n) reminded him as he pulled into her driveway.

    "Zhen let me do zhat now," Gilbert called before she could leave the car. "But I'm going to be awesome about it. I'm going to take you to a fancy restaurant if you'll let me."

    "That sounds lovely," (y/n) replied with a smile. "You have my number. Text me when you've completed your awesome plan." She kissed his cheek before leaving the car and heading inside.

    She walked inside and sat down on the couch, smiling happily. Arthur came down from his bedroom and stared at her. "Did you have fun."

    "Not really, but I think I'm going to," she replied as she looked up at him.

    Arthur scoffed and folded his arms across his chest. "And what the bloody hell is that supposed to mean."

    "I think..." she started as she stood up. "I think I just got a new awesome boyfriend."

    "You're not serious--"

    "Don't worry so much,'re still mien awesome bruder."

    "My God, (y/n)...please don't..."

    (y/n) lunged at her brother and hugged him tightly. "Thank you for looking out for me, Arthur. Things worked out perfectly because of you."

    "That doesn't make me feel any better..."

    "Shut up and let me hug you."
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        For the next two months, Gilbert came sneaking over to your house after Gentry left for work. It took you a good while to get over your injuries, but Gilbert was always there without fail. He would take care of you and Levana, make sure the house was clean. He would have lunch ready for when Gentry came home, and then, he would hide up in Levana's room at lunchtime. After Gentry had left again, Gilbert would come back down and clean everything up again. He also cooked supper. The only thing you really had to do was make breakfast in the mornings.

        Levana absolutely loved Gilbert being over so much. She had taken to calling him "Gilly". She had also named her white cat plushie "Gilbert". Your daughter and the red-eyed German would always play together for hours. They would chase each other around the house, throw socks at each other, or he would crawl on all fours like a horse while the little girl sat on his back, giggling and holding on.

        You loved to watch them together, and as time went on, you found yourself growing closer and closer to Gilbert. Whenever Levana would take her afternoon nap, Gilbert would come sit with you. He would tell you corny jokes, goofy stories about him and his two best friends, or he would even sing for you which could always make you laugh. He liked to play with your hair as well, and he would often sit beside you, fiddling with your hair as the two of you watched television.

        Gentry had grown even more ill-tempered recently and there were many times when he wouldn't come home until eleven or twelve at night. For some reason though, you weren't as afraid of him anymore. The only reason you complied with his demands was to keep him from getting mad and hurting Levana.

        One morning when Gilbert came over after Gentry had left, you weren't there to greet him. Levana was still asleep, so Gilbert roamed about the house, looking for you. He found you in your bathroom, taking a shower. Luckily, you couldn't see him, but he could see your silhouette through the shower curtain. Slowly, he crept towards the shower, his curiosity plaguing him.

        Very, very carefully, he eased the edge of the shower curtain open. He watched you rinse the shampoo from your hair. Steam swirled about you, water and white lather and tantalizingly down your curves. Gilbert's pulse quickened as his crimson eyes devoured the sight before him. He continued watching as your turned about slowly, your eyes shut while you let the water cascade over you.

        Gilbert felt the crotch of his pants start to tighten. His gaze grew more heated and he began imagining what he would do to you if he could. His eyes grew glazed with lust as he pictured his tongue tracing your body instead of the water. His hands would be all over you instead of the soap, but he would be just as gentle with his touch.

        His crotch was throbbing from being constricted by his painfully tight jeans. Slowly, he let his hand drift down. He undid the button and zipper on his pants, relieving some of the tightness. He watched your hands and as his fingers trailed across the bulge in his boxers, he imagined that they were your lovely fingers instead. He let his eyes slide shut in bliss and his lips parted as he held back pants of pleasure.

        Gilbert got so absorbed into his daydream about your naked body that he didn't notice when the shower curtain moved. The curtain was opened, the shower rings sliding across the rod with a metallic scraping sound. You gasped. Gilbert's eyes flew open; he gasped as well and ended up falling into the shower out of surprise.

        You looked down at him in stunned silence. He was sitting on the bottom of the shower, his silvery-white hair becoming plastered down to his head and his clothes stuck to his body as the water continued falling on him and drenching him. He was blushing quite darkly and refused to meet your gaze. You also noticed the extremely good-sized tent that was being created in his underwear.

        Gilbert coughed softly and slowly sat up, "I...umm... It-it's not what it looks like..." You raised an eyebrow, "Oh, really...?" His blush grew deeper and he looked down at his hands, "Alright, fine! It's exactly what it looks like! I-I was watching you take a shower and I got turned on so I was just taking care of the problem myself. Y-you're just..." You started to speak but he rushed on, "You're just so absolutely beautiful and amazing, and-and...I love you, okay?!"

        The rushing water from the shower head was the only sound for a moment. You crouched down in front of him, "Gilbert..." He wouldn't look at you. You touched his knee softly, "Gilbert, look at me." Slowly, he lifted his eyes up to meet your (e/c) gaze. His guilty look made you think of a little kid who had been caught stealing cookies before he had eaten supper. Hesitantly, you reached your hand out and touched his cheek, "I...I...I-I love you too, Gilbert. You've been so good to me, even when you had only known me for a week."

        He reached out and drew you close to him. Both of you were completely soaked by now and water drizzled constantly from Gilbert's white hair. His eyes studied your face for a moment, and then, he pulled you right up against him and kissed you. You didn't pull away, but instead, you let your lips become melded against his. The kiss he gave you was so different than any other kiss you had ever been given. It was passionate, loving, reassuring, confusing, calming, and exciting all at once. Gilbert's hands ghosted down your body, caressing every part of you. His was starting to pant, his hands shaking from the held-in sexual tension. You could feel the hardness under your hand whenever you moved your hand to the crotch of his pants.

        Slowly, you pulled away from his kiss and took his soaked pants off him. You peeled off his soggy boxers next and he watched you intently, his chest falling and rising rapidly. You couldn't keep your eyes from widening. The surprise in his pants was definitely of a surprising size. You couldn't look him in the eyes right now, so you simply focused your attention on his dick. You stroked up and down his shaft with your hand while your other hand gently fondled his balls.

        Gilbert's soft groan echoed slightly in the shower. You leaned down and began placing kisses from the base all the way up to the head of his dick, and then, you went back down the other side. Your tongue slid up and down the smooth, taut skin. You licked down to his balls and toyed with them with your tongue for a moment. You could see Gilbert's hands clenching the hem of his shirt. His feet were shuffling about slightly, his toes curling up.

        You licked back up his dick and gave the head a slow French kiss. Your tongue slithered out over it, winding around with teasing touches. Finally, you stopped teasing him, and let your mouth close around his cock. You started out with soft, slow sucks, your head bobbing up and down. You sped up the motion of your head and sucked harder, using your hands to stroke the areas you could not fit into your mouth. Gilbert's hands were in your hair now. He didn't push on your head, he simply toyed with your strands of wet, (h/c) hair. His moans filled the shower and bathroom, and when you looked up, his head was leaned back against the wall of the shower, his crimson eyes shut, his mouth hanging open as he gasped and panted. Water ran down his face, drips of it falling into his mouth and a stream of it drizzling down from his chin. More of the clear liquid trickled down his neck and it was dropping from his hair as well.

        He groaned loudly suddenly, his hands tightening in your hair. You felt his cock throb, and then, warm, salty, bitter semen was spilled into your mouth. You swallowed the mouthful and then lifted your head. You actually hadn't minded the way he had tasted. You couldn't stand it when Gentry made you give him a blowjob. Gilbert was panting, catching his breath, and he watched you with half-lidded, ruby eyes. He lifted his head and got his sopping wet shirt off. The shower water was now cold, but neither of you cared. The actions going on inside made it steamy enough.

        Gilbert crawled over you, his shoulders rolling with each stride. He lowered you down onto your back, his lips pressing against yours. Water dripped off him and onto you, and his left hand toyed gently with your breasts while his right hand cradled your head. Just as he was lowering his hips down to yours, the shower curtain opened. Both of you immediately froze. Levana stood there, smiling at you both, "Whatcha doin'...?"
I...I think my brain might need some bleach. Seriously, why am I such a perv?! :iconlazycryrollplz: Anywho, yep, you got cockblocked by your daughter. :icontrollfaceplz: You mad, bro? I think Levana is gonna end up being another Italy. :XD:
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        When you got home, you paused in front of the door and turned to look at Levana, "When we go inside, stay behind me. Whenever I get daddy away, go up to your room and lock the door. Don't come out. No matter what you hear, don't open the door until I come get you." Levana nodded solemnly and stayed behind you. Your hand went to the doorknob. "Mommy, what's going to happen...?" You breathed in deeply, "I don't know, baby."

        You stepped inside quickly, making sure that Levana stayed behind you. You skirted around the kitchen and had made it halfway through the living room when Gentry appeared.

        He slapped you hard across the face. The blow sent you to your knees, but you managed to somehow slip your phone into Levana's pocket and shove her towards the stairs, "Go!" She gave you one last panicked look before sprinting up the stairs. Her door slammed shut and Gentry hauled you up to your feet before slamming a fist into your stomach.

        You gasped for air, trying to breathe, trying to not be weak. Gentry gripped you by your throat, squeezing it until you were half-strangled. He glared darkly at you and hissed between his teeth, "You sneaking, sorry, little bitch! You been running around and sucking dick behind my back? You being a bad example to your daughter?" You couldn't say anything since he was choking you. He smashed your head back into the wall and lights exploded in your skull.

        Gentry curled up his lip, "You're really fucking pathetic, you know that?" Your eyes were becoming glazed. Your head pounded from the lack of proper air and from being hit against the wall. He sneered at you, "What about if I go get Levana, hmm? Would that make you talk? Seeing your little baby end up exactly like you?"

        You shook your head rapidly, and finally managed to croak out hoarse, strangled words, "N-no! Leave...her...alone..." Gentry scoffed and let you drop to the floor. You caught yourself on your hands and knees, gasping for air. Your head throbbed and your throat burned.

        Gentry grabbed you by your hair and began pulling you towards the bedroom. You let out a soft yelp as you attempted to get up onto your feet, and you received a harsh kick in the ribs that knocked you breathless again. He drug you into the bedroom, "You just shut the Hell up and do what I say, you sorry, cock-choking whore!" The door slammed shut, sealing your fate.


        Levana sat upstairs in her room, trembling and crying silently. She didn't know what was happening, but she knew it was bad. She felt in her pocket, found the slip of paper and your cell phone you had given her. Out of sheer desperation, she dialed the number. It took her a while to get all the digits entered, but she finally managed to get it done. She pressed the green button and waited, her breath held.

        The phone rang. Once. Twice. Halfway through the third ring, it was answered.

        "Hallo...?" The voice was slightly slurred and it was rougher than normal. Levana sniffled, "M-Mister Bellasmitch...?" There was a soft gasp on the other end of the line, "Levana? Is that you?" She whimpered softly, "Can you help? Please? H-he's hurting Mommy." Gilbert inhaled sharply and let it out in a soft curse, "Scheiße..." There was the sound of him hollering at someone else in a language the young child didn't understand.

        Gilbert spoke again, "Where do you live? Do you know your address?" Levana curled up on her bed, her big cat plushie held tightly in her arms. You had made her learn your house address, just in case it was ever needed. Luckily, she remembered, "Uh huh... It's 1990 South Elm." A door slammed shut on Gilbert's end of the line, "Alright, I'm coming over. Where can I come in at?" Levana thought a moment, "Umm... Outside in the front yard. I'll wait for you." Gilbert was breathing in a way that sounded labored, "Okay, now be good and make sure you stay quiet." He hung up and Levana went sneaking down the stairs and out the front door.

        As it turned out, Gilbert didn't live too far away, and he appeared to have ran the whole way. He was panting slightly when he came tearing into the yard. Levana took his hand and led him inside. They walked silently as they made their way to the bedroom-turned-torture-chamber.

        Gilbert froze and stood outside the shut door. The sound of the poor, abused bedsprings cried out in a plea for mercy. He could hear skin striking skin, but he knew the way slaps sounded. He could tell that you certainly weren't being handled lovingly. He took Levana's hand again and gave it a gentle squeeze, "I think we should keep out of sight."

        The creaking of springs had stopped and Levana led Gilbert quickly up to her room. They sat on her bed in silence, Gilbert holding the child protectively in his lap. They heard the front door slam, and then, a car engine turned over and roared to life. It drove away and Gilbert stood, "Lets go..."

        They went downstairs and crept into your bedroom. Gilbert's stomach turned over and his jaw clenched. You were a mess... Bruises were on your wrists, arms, neck, and waist. Dried blood was crusted upon your lips, nose, and chin. A growl rumbled in his chest and his hands clenched and unclenched. He turned to Levana and patted her head, "I think you should go play, alright?" Levana glanced at you and then slowly went back up to her room.

        Gilbert scooped you up into his arms. You were unconscious and your arms hung limply when he lifted you. He carried you into the bathroom adjoined to your room, and he set you down gently on the clean floor. He grabbed a washcloth, wet it in the sink, and began to gently bathe your face off. As he cleaned you up, his red eyes couldn't help but roam your body. Very carefully, he trailed a fingertip down your chest. You had to be the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. So absolutely beautiful... And so absolutely broken and afraid. Like a little, injured bird. That's what you reminded him of. A beautiful, sad, broken-winged bird.

        At that moment, Gilbert decided something. He would help you. He would free you, he would heal you, he would teach you how to fly again.

        Your head stirred and your (e/c) eyes slowly blinked open. You looked at Gilbert, studying him in confusion for a moment, "Gilbert...?" Your voice was raspy and strained. Gilbert stroked a finger down your lips, "Shh... It's okay. Your husband left and Levana is safe." You could hear the slur in his voice, smell the beer on his breath. You drew back from him, "You're drunk, aren't you?" Gilbert knelt down beside you and wiped fresh blood from your still-bleeding lip, "Just a little bit. I...I got a little upset when you and Levana had to leave so soon earlier."

        You stayed silent, simply studying him. Gilbert hesitated, and then he slowly reached out a hand to touch your hair. You instinctively cowered down under his hand. He looked at you with sadness in his eyes, "Will you let me help you? Please...?" You shrugged and looked away, "I don't know if you can..." His lips touched your cheek with a gentleness that you had never known could exist, "Just think about it, okay?"

        Gilbert lifted you up again and took you into the living room. You didn't really care that you were naked right now; you were hurting too much to care. He set you down on the couch, found a blanket, and covered you up. Then, he went to the kitchen. He came back with a glass of water and helped you drink it. The cool liquid soothed your raw, burning throat, and you snuggled down into the couch cushions, your eyes closing.

        As you drifted off, you thought you heard humming, and then, soft singing. In your dreams, you saw the little, silver bird again. He perched upon your hand and looked at you, "There's a place you can go where everything is-" He cut off his sentence again. You mentally urged him to finish his sentence, "Where everything is what? Can you please tell me?" The bird simply nestled down and tucked his head under his wing, and fell asleep once again.
Yep, all the boxes have been checked once again. I have reached a new level of depravity. :XD: Don't get mad at the bird in your dreams! Just wait for it, he symbolizes something. :D
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                The German would never believe that there was someone more flighty than Lovino if he didn’t know that person first hand. Unfortunately, there was a person more flighty than said Italian. Her name was ______ and it just so happened that she was the only girl Ludwig had let into his life willingly. What made the situation worse, was how he had come to love her over time.

                When they first met, Ludwig and ______ were anything but compatible. They would fight over the silliest things like who had a better car, who could run faster, and even who could hold their liquor the longest. It had escalated so much to the point where they weren’t able to even be in the same room. Ludwig, however, mended the issue, being the more sensible of the two, and said they should try to be friends. That was few years ago. Now, the idea of only being friends with ______ was a constant thought in the German’s head. Every day since they reconciled, Ludwig has been peeling a layer off of ______. At first, her smiles were rare, and her bursts of laughter were even rarer. But eventually, he managed learn more about the mysterious woman: her likes, her dislikes. He learned all the simple things that guys didn’t really care to know, like how she hates how tangled her hair is in a the morning, how she loves watching nerdy TV shows until three in the morning on Saturday nights. These little details about _____ were extremely important in his eyes, all for the sole reason that she didn’t tell anybody these things often. It made him feel special to know that she liked him enough to tell him the details of her life.

                _______ was not oblivious to the German’s feelings. She knew from the way he looked at her that he liked her in a way that friends were not supposed to like each other. She would never admit that she to herself, or anyone for that matter, that she liked him too. _____ was never the type for relationships or anything that required some form of commitment. She hoped that if she ignored her true feelings for Ludwig, they’d go away, just like any other interest. However, it’s been a few months since she realized her true feelings and they were not going away, if anything they were getting stronger. With each time he ran a pale hand through his blonde locks, or blinked his beautiful blue orbs, or even cracked his knuckles, she found herself falling more and more in love with him. But, with her being the way she was, she would never instigate anything that would take away from their perfect friendship.

                Ludwig folded and unfolded his hands nervously as he walked the few blocks from his house to _____’s house. He was going to tell her today, no matter how much it terrified him. The only thing he took with him was his phone, for _____ would not appreciate anything like flowers or chocolates. He could only imagine what she would do with them upon receiving them. She would probably toss them out the nearest window, he chuckled. Boy could he pick ‘em! _____’s lack of femininity tickled his fancy though, for it was rare to find a woman who liked to fight or could beat him easily in basketball. He became increasingly nervous as the space between his and ______’s house dwindled. He thought for a second that he should turn around and go back home, perhaps he could come back that afternoon. He shook his head, for he knew that putting it off would only make it harder for him. He took a deep breath as he neared her door, preparing for the, probably cranky, but beautiful woman to greet him. He knocked twice, like he always would. He heard shuffling before the door swung open abruptly. There before him stood _____. She was dressed in pajama pants and a bathrobe. Her (h/l) (h/c) locks were a tangled mess, going in every direction while defying gravity. Her (e/c) eyes were half-lidded and barely open. She seemed too tired to even manage a glare.

                “Kraut, it’s nine thirty on a Sunday morning. If you’re making me go to church with you, you’re early, it starts at eleven. So what do you want? You know I was busy watching Doctor Who and Dragon Ball Z last night.” He smiled softly at the nickname, it was irritating at first, but he knew she didn’t say it to offend him.

                “I want to talk to you, _____.” She opened the door to let him in.

                “Okay, what about? If you want food, I don’t have any. I don’t eat.” He chuckled.

                “No, I don’t want any food.”      

                “Good, because I’m living off of soup right now, I’m too lazy to go to the store this early.” She welcomed him into her living room. He sat down beside her, not too close, but not too far either. He took a deep breath.

                “______, we’ve—wait—hm, I—no—I—”

                “Oh, for the love of God, spit it out! I could be in bed right now! You don’t have AIDS do you? Or is it some other form of STD?”

                “No!” He took another deep breath before he opened his mouth.

                “Are you moving?”

                “Screw it!” She blinked before he placed his hands in her tangled hair and placed his lips securely on hers. She didn’t move for a while, but when the German started to pull away, she began to kiss him back. They pulled apart for the German to stare into her eyes. “____, I don’t want to just be your friend, I love you.” _____ nodded.

                “I know, and I knew that’s what you were going to tell me.” The German blinked.

                “What?! How?”

                “Ludwig, I may not be feminine, but that doesn’t mean I’m not a woman. I’ll tell you this though: ditto.” Ludwig smiled.

                “I’m glad to hear it, but I’d rather you say the words.”

                “I love you, too, Kraut.”

                “You’re still going to call me Kraut?”

                “Yes, but only because you’re the sauer-est of all the sauerkrauts.” Ludwig smiled before he engulfed her in his large arms and snuggled with her on the couch. “You should probably go.”

                “Why?” The German asked, astounded.

                “I’m not really dressed and it’s almost ten thirty.”

                “We could take a shower together~.” The female’s eyes widened before she promptly grasped the German’s ear and escorted (threw) him out of her house.

                “Damned Kraut.” The German smiled on the other side of the door. Their future together was most definitely bright.

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    "Goodnight, Berwald." You smiled at your Swedish boyfriend. He grunted a response, and laid flat on his back in bed. You chuckled at him. Most people thought that him barely talking to you meant that he didn't love you, or just straight out didn't want to be with you and thought you were annoying. But that wasn't the case. Berwald did talk to you, and it's more often than people think and believe. He's just not the talking type, more of a listener type. Just because he didn't talk to you in public didn't mean that he doesn't love you. Actually, he loves you more than anything in the world. The man's just shy, honestly. His face doesn't let on that way though. 

    "I love you ________." Berwald kissed your head. 

    You grinned, turning your body around to hug him. "I love you too." You pet his hair a few times before you laid your head on his broad chest. Without you seeing, Berwald sneaks a small smile onto his face. He wrapped his strong, muscled arms around your fragile body, making sure to monitor his grip. He didn't realize how strong he really was sometimes. Berwald buried his nose into your hair, inhaling your scent. Slowly, he could feel himself drifting into a deep sleep.


    You stirred in your sleep, your (h/c) hair annoyingly getting into your face. You pushed it out of your face, and tied it back into a loose bun. You sighed, and looked at the time. 4:30 AM.

    "Probably won't be going back to sleep." You thought. You always had this problem. When you were up, you were up. No going back to sleep, not without a bucket of luck.

    Groaning, you twisted your body to look at Berwald. For some reason, seeing him sleep always made you somewhat sleepy. And you also liked to look at him because he looked really cute and peaceful when he was sleeping.

    "What the FUCK?!" Berwald. Berwald was looking at you, right in the face.

    "Hi." He whispered, straight-faced. You clutched your rapidly beating heart, and breathed slow breaths. 

    "What.. What are you doing, Berwald?"

    "Looking and you. You're even prettier when you sleep." You blushed and the Swedish poker-face king.

    "Smooth move," You chuckled, pushing a blonde strand of hair out of his face. "Why don't yout tell me a story, Waldy?" 

    "Why?" He asked, confused. You pouted at him.

    "It is October, after all! I'm sure you have some kind of story to tell me."

    Berwald looked away. "Well, I do have one..."

    "OOH! Tell me pleaseee!" You begged, tugging on his sleeve. Berwald sighed.

    "Alright, _______. I'll tell you a Swedish urban legend, okay?" 

    "Okay okay just tell me already!" You whined, bouncing up and down with excitement. Berwald told the best stories!    
    "Okay. Long ago, a boy who was too serious and far too scary, was rumored to never find love. Always, he would have crushes, but whenever he tried to say something to him, he would be horribly rejected. Year after year, the rejections got to be to much. Instead of dating the girls, he did something worse; stalk them. He would stalk them, day and night. Sometimes, he'd get so obsessed to the point where he would sneak into their room, and sleep next to them in bed. Now, rumor has it, whenever he sees a beautiful woman, he looks at them and lays beside them when they sleep. And now, his spirit has traveled to other Swedish men."

    You recoiled.

    "That's reaalllyyyy creepy.." You said, shivering. His serious face didn't make it any better.

    "Hm. Maybe his spirit's gotten into me, _____~" He cooed in a monotone voice.

    You gulped. "I-is that why you were staring at m-me?" 

    "Maybe." He chuckled. You sucked in cool air through your teeth. 

    "Nope." You said. Before he could reply, you forcefully kicked and pushed him of the bed, and his body made a clunking noise.

    "______, why did you-"

    "Nope. Just no. No. No. No. No. No. NOOO." You repeated, and pointed towards the door. "No."

    "I knew I shouldn't have told that legend..." The Swede mumbled as he walked towards the living room. 

    He slept on the couch for months after that night.

i really like how this turned out..

Hetalia is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya. He owns the character Sweden (Berwald). You own you. Or Sweden can. Or Himaruya-san. Whichever floats your boat, friend.
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Pitter patter

Pitter patter

Pitter patter

The rain just won’t stop; I sit alone in a busy cafe waiting for the rain to calm so I can catch the bus home

‘Should of brought an umbrella’ I sigh to myself staring out the window

“excuse me can I sit here?” a voice interrupts my thoughts and I turn to see a tall handsome man with light beige-blond hair, light blue eyes and smile slowly growing on his face. “There are no spare tables”

“Oh okay” my face feels really hot, I hope im not blushing

We sit awkwardly for a few minutes until he starts to talk to me

“I’m Ivan”

“I’m (y/n)”

“You look young how old are you”

“Why does it matter to you?”

He still looks at me with an emotionless face “little girls should stay in school instead of being at cafes”

“Tsk fine I’m 19 happy?” crossing my arms pouting

“You shouldn’t speak to your elders like that”

Raising an eyebrow I can’t help but snicker at his comment “elders? How old are you 60?”

“25” he frowns a bit and eats some of his cake

The sun starts to poke out behind the grey cloud and I take one last gulp of (favourite cafe drink) and stand up to leave

“Where are you going?” he asks putting his cake fork down

“Home, nice meeting you bye” and with that I walk off before he can say another word. Pulling my hood over my head and start to head to the nearest bus stop

After 3 minutes of waiting for the bus it comes and I get on tapping my myki while the bus driver glares daggers into me.

Images of this Ivan keep popping into my head, he is Intimidating but there is something else I like about him (besides his good looks) the whole bus ride I’m so distracted by him I nearly forget to get off my stop

“I’m home~” I call out to no one when I enter my home

Walking over to the kitchen I grab a few snacks then flop onto the couch to watch some telly
Flicking through the channels I try to find something decent to watch waiting for my roomy to come home and make dinner

The door creaks open and my best friend comes in “(y/n) you better have started to make dinner!” she yells, panicking I scramble off the couch and go up to her

“Aww but (bf/n) your cooking is way better than mine, there is no comparison!” I say with the sweetest voice I got

“Pfft good excuse but your voice is dripping with honey, so gross” she laughs “just go and buy dinner its 8pm and I want a bath”

Groaning I grab my purse and coat and head out of our apartment

The cold breeze makes me cling to my coat as I walk up to the shops where they sell take away.
Pondering the restaurants I can’t decide what I should buy to eat “Thai, Chinese or fish and chips?”

“If you get Chinese I can get you a discount” I jump at the sound of the familiar voice

“I-ivan? What are you doing here?” I stutter

“My friend’s mother owns this restaurant, let’s go inside you seem cold” I can’t even reply and he takes my hand and leads me inside

“Good evening Mrs. Wang” Ivan greets a middle aged lady

“Oh hello Ivan, is this your girlfriend? She is very pretty” Mrs. Wang beams at me “I have to tell my son that he should find a girlfriend soon too, 26 and not married!”

“Mama stops it not everyone gets married at 21 like you and baba did” a man with dark brown eyes and a long pony tail walks in from the kitchen"

“Ivan you got a girlfriend? That’s new” pony tail states

Ivan stand up straight “now now stop jumping to conclusions this is (y/n) she and I were stuck in a cafe together due to the heavy rain today and we just bumped into each other again”

Mrs Wang whispers something to pony tail and he nods while eyeing us

"--- ----"

“Well let’s stop this chit chat, Yao bring some food for the both of them” Mrs Wang tells her son and he comes back with 5 containers of food

Ivan and I reach for our wallets but Mrs Wang stops us “don’t worry about it, you have helped us much before Ivan”

He smiles with bright blue eyes and thanks her and we walk out of the restaurant together
“Here” he gives me the bag of food “enjoy your meal”

“Thank you, you didn’t have to do that Ivan” I smile softly

“Yes I did” he turns and starts to walk away and I start to head home too

As I am about to turn the corner a hand grabs my shoulder making me turn around to see Ivan panting
“(y-y/n) *heavy breathing* can we meet again?”

I beam at him with a red face “s-sure”

"Its fate"
yeeaaah ive given up on my england x reader story onion sad 

buuuuuut you know what new in town? ~~~~~SUGAR DADDIES!~~~~~ originally i was going to make the sugar daddy noiz? but i wanted to write about a big and sweet sugar daddy Skrillex- Wink emote 
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“It’s all yours,” your real estate agent said holding out the keys to your new home.

“Danke,” you thanked her. You had just purchased a flat in the heart of Berlin that had recently been restored; it had been abandoned at the end of World War II. You couldn’t understand why anyone would throw away such a lovely living space.

You immediately began unpacking all your belongings, starting with your pet ferret. He definitely seemed happy to be out of his carrier and out onto the floor where he could scamper around. All other things, clothes, bedding, kitchen utensils, etc. were placed in their proper places. You didn’t have a lot so the unpacking process went by rather quickly and easily.

Just as you were about to sit down and relax, you heard your ferret squeak frantically from the back bedroom. You raced to see if anything was wrong. Once in the room, you looked around for anything abnormal; everything seemed to be in order. “There’s nothing here silly,” you said to the long furry creature. He squeaked and crawled away, feeling insulted.

Later that night, you tucked yourself in bed in the hopes of getting a good night sleep. However, your slinky little pet continued to insist that something or someone was in your home. This went on for the next three days and you continued to ignore it until you saw a passing shadow glide through your doorway. You turned on your light and went out to if there truly was something in lurking in your flat. You slowly walked down the hall and could once again hear your ferret going off. However, this time his chattering was followed by a male voice.

“Come on now,” it said, “you’re going to wake her again.”

“Who are you?” you asked once you had entered the room. This seemed to startle the young man to whom the voice belonged to. He jolted back faster than anyone you’d ever seen as if he was weightless. That wasn’t the only thing bizarre about him. He had pale skin, snow white hair, and eyes red as blood.

“Forgive me fraulein,” he apologized, “I shouldn’t have come out tonight.”

“What do you mean?”

He sighed and said in reply, “I’m guessing you don’t know who I am. My name is Gilbert Beilschmidt and seventy years ago this was my home.”

“Seventy years? But that would make you…”

“A bound spirit,” he concluded.

“A bound spirit,” you repeated, “so you’re like a ghost then right?”

“Ja, I suppose you could say that.”

You approached him and asked, “How did you die?”

“It’s a long story; you might want to sit down.”

Once you had seated yourself on the couch, Gilbert spun a tale of war and heartbreak. Apparently he was not the only resident of the flat in the mid-1940s. His girlfriend whom he chose not to name had lived there with him. After only a few months after settling in, Gilbert was drafted to serve in the war. Before his departure, he made her a promise that he would come back to her alive.

“And so you weren’t able to keep your promise?” you asked.

Gilbert shook his head and continued with his story. When the war ended, he returned to his home, ready to surprise her with his homecoming; he ended up being the one surprised. Sitting on the kitchen table was a note that she had written. She said that she was leaving him for another man that she claimed could satisfy her more than he could. Gilbert just felt like his heart had been shot at a million times by enemy bullets; he just snapped.

“I saw no point in living without her,” he explained sadly, “So I took my gun and ended my life.” You put your hand on his shoulder, surprised that it didn’t just pass right through. “Now I’m stuck here, to broken to pass on.”

“So that’s why this place was abandoned for so many years,” you commented.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you wanted to move out.”

“Why would I move?”

“You’d seriously want to live with the ghost of a war draftee who committed suicide?”

“I’d like to live in a flat that I can afford with my ferret and a nice guy even if that guy is a ghost from the 1940s. Now I’m gonna go back to bed.”

“Wait,” he said, “you haven’t told me your name.”

You looked back to him lazily and replied, “it’s _____.”

Over the next several days, you started going to bed later, wanting to converse with Gilbert. You told each other everything: likes, dislikes, childhood, and you even shared with him your own stories of heartbreak. You were sure you could trust him; who was he going to tell? The more you learned about each other the closer you got. “Is it normal to fall in love with a ghost?” you asked yourself.

One day, three months after you moved in, you were passing by a vintage shop in town. You entered, hoping to find something that would make Gilbert feel more at home in what used to be his home. You stumbled upon an old record player that came packaged with the musical stylings of Marlene Dietrich. After all, a record player with no records to play is just another object that’ll sit in the corner and collect dust. In addition to these things, you also found an old dress that looked to be about your size. You looked at yourself with it in a nearby mirror.

“It looks good on you,” the shopkeeper commented.

You jumped a little before saying, “Danke.”

“Is it for a boy?”

“Sort of,” you chuckled. After looking in the mirror a little while longer, you took the dress and record player to the checkout counter. The only problem was that you only had enough money to buy one or the other. Noticing your disappointment, the shopkeeper offered to give you the dress free of charge. “Oh sir I couldn’t.”

“It’s for love,” he insisted. You smiled and took him up on his offer, thanking him a million times over.

You returned to your home and saw no sign of your ghostly friend. “Gilbert?” you called to him.

“Ja?” he responded coming down the hall; he looked at your bag. “What’ve you got there?” You blushed a bit, saying it was a surprise.

Later in the evening, you asked Gilbert to stay in the back room while you set everything up. Once you had the record player set and the dress fitting comfortably on your body, you told him to come out. Gilbert stepped into the room wide-eyed at the scene in front of him.

“What’s all this?” he said flabbergasted.

“I was down at the vintage shop and for something that went more with your times; what do you think?”

“You’re…beautiful.” This compliment brought out another blush. You turned on the record player and by the look on Gilbert’s face, you were sure he knew this song.

“Would you like to dance?” you asked holding out your hand. He accepted your invitation, taking your hand lovingly in his own. You danced close to each other; Gilbert had missed the sound and feel of a heart beating.

“After decades of death,” he began, “never have I felt more alive. ______...”

“Yes Gilbert?”

“I know it might seem strange but…Ich liebe dich.”

A single tear made its way down your cheek. “I love you too.” Suddenly a glowing white light appeared on Gilbert’s chest; you pulled back. “What’s happening?”

“It’s my heart, it’s becoming whole again.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’m sorry ______; I have to go.”

“What? No you can’t; I love you.”

“I love you too; even more so now because your love has set me free.”

“Gilbert…please don’t go.”

He smiled at you and kissed you softly; his lips were warm. “I hope you’ll remember me.”

The white light grew larger and brighter, too bright for you to continue looking at. When the light vanished, Gilbert had gone along with it. You fell to your knees, tears balling out of your eyes. Your ferret curled itself up to you in an attempt to ease your pain.

Two weeks later, you were in the square sitting on a bench. You had pretty much been on your feet all day. You nibbled on a pastry you had purchased from a close by vendor when you heard a voice say, “is this seat taken?”

You looked up and saw a tall man with slicked back blonde hair and bright blue eyes; he was very handsome. “Not at all,” you responded. He made a small smile and sat beside you. You thought about making conversation but thinking back to the night you lost Gilbert you were hesitant. Still you somehow managed to say, “I’m _____.”

He looked at you and introduced himself as well. “Ludwig; Ludwig Beilschmidt III.”

Did he just say Beilschmidt, as in the surname of the man you had lost just weeks ago? You were certainly curious to find out if there was any connection. “You wouldn’t any chance be related to a Gilbert Beilschmidt.”

“Oh ja, my grandfather’s older brother. He committed suicide after his girlfriend left him after World War II. Why are you asking?”

You explained to him that some months ago you had purchased the old flat where his great uncle used to live before his death. Interested in seeing a part of his family history, Ludwig asked if he could come by. You agreed, standing up from your seat on the bench, and leading him down the walk to the building.

“They had just finished restoring it before I bought it,” you explained.

“It’s very beautiful,” he commented, “much like yourself.”

You looked at him, blushing at the sudden compliment. You could see he was blushing as well only his was a tad darker. “Ludwig, would you like to have dinner with me?”

He chuckled shyly, “Ja, I’d like that.” You took each other’s hand and headed inside. You smiled softly, thinking back to the days when Gilbert was with you. You were sure that meeting his nephew was no coincidence, but a blessing from your late love; you thanked him sincerely.

Because like most writers, I enjoy pulling at your heartstrings

Hetalia (c) Himaruya
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Uncertainty or anxiety about oneself.

Lack of confidence.

Plural noun: Insecurities.

When you looked at yourself in the mirror each morning, you thought to yourself that you must be made up entirely of insecurities. It wasn't that you weren't happy with yourself at some moments. It wasn't that you were depressed, because you weren't.

In fact, there were times when you were alone in your room, reading a book, browsing tumblr, or doing one of the sketches that you were so good at, that you felt that you wouldn't want to be anyone else but you.

However, when you went to class, you felt like nothing more than a tightly wound ball of insecurities.

To name a few:

You were a little chubby. You weren't heavy by any means, but you certainly weren't the tanned, skinny, beautiful girls that walked around in their expensive clothes and didn't give people like you the time of day.

You were kind of, well...a nerd. You liked that about yourself, but you noticed that not everyone else did. You'd get excited about your favorite movie or book series and want to talk about it for the entire lunch period, when your companions usually got bored after a few sentences on the topic. You usually ended up just sitting by yourself. It was easier than trying to make conversation on topics that didn't interest you. You got lost in big group conversations anyways.

Another thing. All your friends seemed to have a boyfriend. Melissa, your dorm-mate, had a boyfriend back home who you'd met a few times when he came to visit her. A girl from the room next door, one who you had talked to a good deal and would consider one of your friends, also had a boyfriend. You, however, were totally awkward around guys. If you were in a conversation with a guy, you had a hard time making eye contact, you stuttered a bit, and you were sure that you blushed as red as a tomato.

In short, you were totally socially awkward.

You sighed as you shrugged your backpack onto your shoulders and held your tray a bit more firmly as you waited in line for food. You got yourself your customary sandwich and side salad, and made your way to the line to pay.

You groaned inwardly at the length of the line. It was longer than you'd ever seen it before. Just what you get for waiting to eat until the rush hour...

You froze as someone tapped your shoulder. Being uncomfortable around crowds, you liked your personal space, and someone had just had the nerve to invade it.

"Excuse me," said an accented voice. "I zhink zhis is yours?"

You whipped around and faced the owner of the voice, an albino with startlingly scarlet eyes. His smile was confident, but also, somehow kind.

You managed to shake yourself out of a trance enough to retrieve your pencil. It must have fallen out of the side pocket of your backpack where you had stuffed it after your chemistry lecture.

"Th-thanks," you managed to say as you took the pencil from his outstretched hand. Your fingers accidentally brushed his and you were sure that your blush deepened all the more.

His smile widened. "Zhe lines are long today, ja?" he said, grinning. "I've almost given up on ever getting my food."

You smiled, quickly, nodding. In fact, you had to stop yourself from nodding because, in your distraction of staring at him, you had simply continued on in the up and down movement of your head.

"I guess it's your turn now, zhough," he said, smiling, pointing to the lady manning the cash register, waiting somewhat impatiently for you to present your method of payment.

Oh!" you said, snapping out of your stupor. "Sorry!" you said to the cashier, presenting your card. She swiped it and handed you your receipt, and then you were through the line, and you were making your way to your customary spot in the corner of the large cafeteria.

You sat down and began to eat, but your real attention was focused on the albino who was now sitting down with his friends. They were laughing and talking, just like you could never bring yourself to do. You sighed, and went back to picking at your sandwich.

In the next days, you saw the albino man with his German accent walking around campus. He was the exact opposite of you. He was almost...cocky. But he was nice at the same time. Maybe it was the complete opposite-ness of your personalities that made you so drawn to him.

Yet you stayed at a distance, picking him out in the midst of the hundred plus students that populated your chemistry class, but never being brave enough to get up and to go say high. You'd see him walking across the quad, but you couldn't bring yourself to wave. You'd here him talking to his friends, and fall in love with his laugh and his loudness.

It started to seem as though everywhere you went, he was there. You didn't even know his name, but you were convinced that you loved him. You noticed that he sat only a row in front of you in lecture. You'd see him and his friends sit down only a couple tables away from your place in the lunchroom.

You'd notice that it seemed that he left at about the same time as you from the dorm in the morning, so...if you were brave enough, you could have walked with him. But you didn't. You walked a little slower and kept your distance, staying behind him.

You began to feel that you would always keep your distance, and never be brave enough to actually say something.

Like, maybe asking the guy you had a total crush on what his name was.

You were in the midst of a late-night cram session for your hardest final: chemistry.

Crap, crap, crap! you thought. I'm never going to remember any of this during the actual exam!

You finally decided to just close your notes and hope for the best. You'd done the problems countless times. You'd read through all your notes. You'd gone over and over the textbook, till your eyes felt like they were stuck open and you were stiff in your chair. You hoped that something you'd read would stick in your mind come tomorrow morning.

In the meantime, you stuffed your books in your backpack, shrugged into your coat and wrapped your scarf around your neck, preparing for the cold outdoors.

You sighed as you exited the warm library, your breath foggy in the air. You hunched your shoulders against the cold as you walked, your gaze trained on the sidewalk.

You walked as quickly as possible in order to get back to the dorm as fast as you could. You didn't like walking alone at night. You were afraid that, at any moment, someone would jump out and...


You jumped about a foot in the air. Ok...maybe not a foot.

Anyways, you whirled around, hauled back, and...

Punched your assailant as hard in the nose as you could.

Which, by the way, wasn't very hard...Plus your aim wasn't very good.

"Autsch! Mein Gott!" exclaimed your attacker, stumbling backwards holding his nose. "What the heck was that for?" he continued, his voice muffled behind his hands.

It was him.

You were mortified. You had just punched the nose of the guy you most wanted to talk to.

"I'm...S-sorry!" you stuttered, your mouth falling open in horror. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I...I can't believe I just did that. scared me! I'm...Are you ok?!"

He held up his hands. "Vell..." he said, giving you a small smile. "I zhink zhat I'm alright. It's not bleeding or broken...No offense...but you don't really punch zhat hard...At least...not compared to my bruder." His smile widened. "I'm alright. It takes more zhan zhat to hurt the awesome Gilbert!"

"That's...that's great," you said. "Well...I'd better be going..." you muttered, turning away.

You felt a hand on your arm. "Vait!" he said. "I don't even know your name!"

"It's _____," you said, giving him a small smile. "Now I really need to get back..."

He sighed in frustration. "Vhat do I have to do to talk to you?" he said, throwing his hands up in the air.


He sighed again. "No matter vhat I did...I sat near you in lecture and in zhe cafeteria. I figured out vhat time you left in the morning and left zhen, even if I didn't have class for anozher hour. I figured you vhere busy, or somezhing, because I didn't want to tell myself that you vheren't interested!"


He smiled. "You didn't even do anyzhing when I pretended you had dropped your pencil! Zhat wasn't even your pencil I gave you; it vas one of mine. But you just took it and stared at me maybe I vas crazy. Then you...vent on."

He sighed yet again, dramatically. "It vas making the awesome me feel...not so awesome."

You were still staring at him.

"Wait..." You found yourself saying. "You''ve wanted to talk to me?" You gestured at yourself, looking at him with a dumbstruck expression on your face, finding it unbelievable that he actually wanted to converse with you.

"Yes!" he said. "Kesese! I've been vaiting forever! I just...Before, I couldn't get the guts to actually go up and talk to you. I just figured that, now, at least...Vell...I had to know! At least if I got rejected, I would have all of Christmas holiday to lick my wounds."

He stared at you, and you stared back at him, wordless, your expression blank.

His shoulders slumped. "I guess zhat's a no zhen," he said. "How...un-awesome."

He turned to go, but this time, you grabbed his sleeve.

He looked at you in surprise.

"I...I'm sorry," you said. "I'm just...I'm so shy...I've wanted to talk to you...I've wanted that so badly that it almost hurts."

There was momentary silence between the two of you.

"So..." he finally said. "So...So you actually like me?"

"Yeah," you said, smiling, and, as was usual with you, blushing madly. "I do."

His grin widened. "Zhat's great! Zhat's...zhat's awesome!"

You blushed even more madly when he put his hand in yours. Even though it was cold out, you felt perfectly warm.

"Can I valk back vith you?" he said, smiling.

You nodded, shyly, and the two of you began heading back to the dormitory.

This time, you walked as slowly as possible, because you didn't want the night to end.
Ok, so this is another countryxreader I wrote. :) This time it's zhe awesome Prussia and you!

It is set as if you are both students at university. :)

I hope you enjoy!

Thank you in advance to everyone who decides to add this to your favorites, or watch me. You're all AWESOME! Kesese! Hetalia Prussia (Laugh) 

I do not own hetalia or the art of Prussia at the top of this page. :)
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    'I'm coming to see you, (Nickname)'
    'I got your letter. I miss you too, so I'm on my way to see you.'
    'I never stopped loving you. I'm on my way to our house.'
    Delete, delete, delete.
    Gilbert sighed and shoved his phone back into the pocket of his jeans. The buildings and trees passed by as he looked out the window of the cab he was riding in. He missed those busy streets so much, but at the same time, he didn't miss them at all. The one thing he had really missed though, was what he had with (Name).
    God, he both loved and hated how just thinking about (Name) could make him act so differently. She made him soft; Weak to his knees. He knew (Name) could always see through his whole, "I'm awesome," routine whenever he's had a completely horrible day. She knows him a lot better than he knows himself. She was the perfect girl. She was his girl, until he so foolishly let her slip through his fingers.
    "This the right address?" The driver asked as he slowed to a stop in front of an apartment complex building. It hadn't changed at all in the time he's been gone. Apartment 3-D. He hoped he remembered it correctly.
    "Ja. Danke," Gilbert thanked in his native tongue as he paid the man at the steering wheel, very well aware that he had paid in Euros instead of (American dollars/Pounds/etc. etc.). Before the driver could say anything, Gilbert had already gotten out of the car and was walking at a quick pace to the front entrance. Not bothering to waste his time, the cab driver simply drove away from the area, grumbling on about being robbed of his time.
    The young albino pressed the buzzer for Apartment 3-D and then stood there and waited. This would definitely not be a problem if he had at least thought to take his house keys on his way out. Nobody would be out in this weather to let him in. Gilbert had almost slipped on a piece of ice trying to call that cab. Gilbird was doing his best to keep warm, snuggling in the comfort of his owner's winter coat.
    "Who is it?" Asked a voice from the voice box, disguised in static. It was tough to tell, but Gilbert would recognize that voice no matter the condition it was in. It was (Name)'s voice, no doubt.
    She sounded tired and worn out. He didn't blame her. If Gilbert had remembered correctly, she worked full-time at a mind-numbing office from 8:00 in the morning to 5:00 in the night, sometimes even 6:00. She complained about it many times, but she was paid good money, so she never thought to quit. Besides, he knew how hard it was to find a job in (City of Choice). (Name) had every right to be tired and just wanting some rest.
    But yet here he was, interrupting some of the only hours she had to rest to see her. He didn't know how she would react; Would she be happy or would she kick him out and tell him to come back another day? No, she wouldn't. She was too kind to kick anyone she knew out. A trick she always used was to invite them in at least for a few minutes before casually bringing up how late it had gotten and then saying her good-byes.
    "Hello? Are you trying to scare me, Al?" (Name)'s static-y voice rang after Gilbert had stood there like a statue for quite a while. He chuckled, knowing that she was easily scared at times, especially at 8:00 in the middle of winter when it was usually already dark. "I already told you, I don't want to go out to the bar. Getting drunk the night before a conference is not how I want to start off the weekend. Besides, you know I don't drink."
    Gilbert pressed the 'Speak' button, remembering how she always pressed the 'Listen' button after she spoke. It was his turn to speak, hoping the response he got was good. "It's me, liebe. Open up," he said, trying to sound like he usually did, minus the cocky ring his voice always held.
    It was silent for a few seconds. Though they felt like centuries to Gilbert. Until he heard the static-y voice again. "Define 'me'," she tested, almost refusing to believe that her ex-fiancee was standing outside, waiting for her to let him in. For two years she had been hoping for him to come back, and now that it had happened, she just couldn't accept it.
    "Vell, let's see... I've got pale skin, red eyes, awesome vhite hair. I met you at at my friend's birthday party. I vas zhe one who spilled soda on your skirt and zhen used a cheesy pick-up line. And I go by zhe name Gilbert Beilschmidt who dated zhis beautiful girl named (Full Name)," he said, recalling the party Antonio had in celebration of the day he "escaped the womb" as Gilbert liked to call it. "Is that enough definition for you?"
    Seconds later, he heard the door unlock without a word being said and he opened the door to reveal the flight of stairs that led to Apartment 1-D. He had to climb at least six of those flights to get up to 3-D. God, he hated stairs. Especially when it was a lot of stairs.
    After climbing the stairs, he was almost out of breath, but he composed himself when he saw door that led to his home. The door that had his girl on the other side. Without hesitation, he rang the doorbell and waited eagerly, wanting to look into those (Eye Color) eyes again and tell her he loved her. Wanting to hold her in his arms so she knew he would never leave again. Wanting to kiss her like he used to before he let his frustration get the best of him and walked away. Wanting to just be with her.
    And as soon as that door opened, all the feelings that he had felt for her ever since they met hit him hard. He missed her so much that he was willing to do whatever it took to mend each and every hole in their relationship.
Hooray! Part two is finally done! *five second dance party*

Also I suggest you read part one before this one...
Part 1:…
Part 2: Already Here ^_^
Part 3:…

Alright, you know the drill:
Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya
You belong to.... You...
And I belong to my mother.
Now excuse me while I go sulk in my corner hoping that you like the outcome.

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Prussia x Reader- Silence

    'I know it's too late to say this, but I miss you. Your smile, your eyes, your perverted jokes that somehow made me laugh, your cute German accent, and how you went on and on, day after day about how awesome you were. I miss the time when laughter filled every single one of my days since you came into my life. We fought a few times, but we always made up in the end.
    It's been a while since we last spoke, since I last saw you or heard from you. All this time, I've been hoping every day that you'd come back. Every day, I stare at the front door, waiting for you to burst in and yell, "Honey, I'm home!" Just like you used to.
    To have fought over something so stupid, I wish I could take back everything I said. I don't hate you. I never meant it when I said you cared about nobody but yourself. I've seen how you get when you witness somebody eating Peeps, due to their very close resemblance to your bird. I've seen how you get when I cry. How your whole expression softens and your voice calms down to try and comfort me. I was so stupid to have said that. I'm so very sorry, Gilbert. If I could take it all back, I would.
    After I said it, you left me. Walked right out the door without packing or anything. The door slammed shut, and after that, silence. A year passed by. No emails, no phone calls, no letters, nothing. Just that uncomfortable silence reminding me that you're gone.
    Another year passes by, I still have your clothes in our closet, even though you won't be wearing them. I still have the pictures of us, even though I have to explain that we're not together anymore whenever I have company. I still wear the ring you got me when you proposed, even though the engagement's been called off a long time ago, I presume. They're my only reminders of you, despite the painful memories they give me.
    My only wish now, though, is your happiness. If you're not happy with me, then I guess there's no reason for me to force anything. I just don't want my life to be filled with this painful silence again. At least come back and talk to me, Gilbert. It would make me so happy to hear your voice again.


    (Name) walked out to the nearest mailbox, despite it being below 30 degrees outside. The huge knot in her stomach tightened more and more, wondering if this should really be sent to Gilbert Beilschmidt, the Prussian who wouldn't be able to tell the difference between 'The Titanic' and 'The Notebook.' It was worth a shot, though.
    The knot in her stomach suddenly vanished as soon as she dropped it into the blue mailbox, hoping Ludwig had given her the right address. He told her that Gilbert had moved back to Germany after the second month away from her. The icy winter air blew in her face, feeling somewhat relaxing despite the cold feeling it gave her. Her (Hair Color) hair was blown away from her face, and she made her way to run some errands to take her mind off of the letter.
    That letter would either help her relationship with him, or not do anything at all. Well, she'd see in about two weeks if he decides to answer her.


    Gilbird chirped as he flew over to the albino with an envelope in his beak. "Hn? A letter for me?" Gilbert questioned as he retrieved the letter from his yellow companion's beak. It was addressed to him. But the return address... (Full Name)...
    He still remembered her very well. His one and only love, but he was always too afraid to go back to her. It's been two years since they last saw each other. Two years too many in his opinion. He proceeded to open the envelope and pulled out the neatly folded college-ruled paper, dreading what he was going to see written on it. What if she was happier with someone else? Like that unawesome excuse of a man, Roderich Edelstein. It was painful to think about, but it might have been true.
    The Prussian man unfolded the paper and read the beautiful handwritten letter, not believing what he was reading. (Name) missed him? She still has his things? She still wears the ring? She's... Sorry? If anything, Gilbert thought he should've been the one who was sorry. He was the one who walked out on her. He was the one who wimped out every time he thought about going back to her.
    'My only wish now, though, is your happiness.'
    He wasn't happy. He knew that much. In order for him to be happy, he would have to be with (Name). After he finished reading the letter and double-checking to make sure that he read everything as written on the paper, he sprinted out of the house with Gilbird following close behind, grabbing his coat on the way. Getting into his car and turning it on, he drove to the nearest airport to the next flight back to (City/Country).
    He was going to see his girl.
Hola, the name's Shay, writing's the game.


Okay, Well I tried... I hope you guys enjoy ^_^

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My Hell is finally over.. It's ready and it took eternity but the result looks good enough~

This is one of those works when I didn't know what to draw. I just started to draw something and then the idea came. And I decided that this is the late Christmas present and early Valentine's Day card for my dear ~Tenshine ~<3

The background took most of the time :'D I coloured the background almost three days. Of course I did other stuff as well at that time so maybe that's the reason it took so long :'3 Oh well, here is lovely fem!Prussia which I thought I would never draw but I did :'D Hope you like~<3


Characters by Hidekaz Himaruya.
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Though I look like I'm lecturing,
I'm actually just talking
It's not really...
At times my face may look grim,
But I'm actually just cold
Though I don't mind it...

You are on the battlefield and you tried to defend your home country Prussia. You love the leader, Gilbert Beilschmidt, and you swore him, that you always will be his servant and soldier. You feel cold, because it is snowing since hours.

I take pride in work that needs delicacy,
But my fingers are too big
That's why
Even if I'm said to be "generally adequate,"
Strictly speaking
I don't understand

You lay on the ground and thinking about the old times. You know that you would die soon, because your body is full of the red liquid. Every move hurt, so you decided before, not to move. You close your eyes and smile. You are alone and no one is there to help you.


I want to be found

Gilbert was often here for you and you knew his combat tactics, but unfortunately they failed. You cough and open your eyes a bit. You see everything blurred and you sigh. You never thought that this would happen and actually you hope, that your leader will be ok.

Though they say I eat only potatoes,
They're the same with soba and pasta
If the kitchen is just going to get dirty,
Then is it not better to just not to cook?

You want to scream, but you didn't even make a noise, because your body is too weak for that. Then you think about something that happened 1 week ago. Gilbert cooked potatoes, again, and he said: "________, today you should eat them, you need them for your stamina and strength"

You looked at him and blushed a bit and answered: "If you say so, my leader". You giggled a bit and he served you the potatoes. Immediately you ate them and he looked at you. He wanted to be sure, that you eat them and you did that.


Then something pull you out from your thoughts. You hear a strange noise, like a siren. You whisper to yourself: "Will I die soon? God, please....let end this pain". You close your eyes again and you feel so slightly now. Then you faint in the snow.

My heart is opening, I want to be set free
Because you are here, I can be myself

~~~~~~~~~~~ 9 hours later ~~~~~~~~~~~~

You woke up and look around. Immediately you notice the pain and scream. Then you hear footsteps. 'Where am I', you think to yourself. You have many scars and your wounds look better than before.

Then you hear that someone opens the door and you look at this person...It was your leader. He has a soup with him and sits down on the bed. "Eat this", he says to you and you nod. You take the bowl and start to eat it.

I'm always said to be scowling,
But who said my smiling face has been erased?
You may think I'm frightening,
But it's only because I'm straining to laugh

Gilbert smiles at you and you notice that he is s bit happy, probably because he knows now, that some of his soldiers survived.

After you ate the soup, you lay down on the bed and look at Gilbert. You ask him: "Did you...saved me?". He takes your hand, looks in your eyes and nods. Then the male starts: "_________ I have a question"

You look at him and reply: "Which question?" "Do you love me?", he asks you and your heart beats fast. For a few seconds, you try to calm down and then you say: "Yes, I love you"

Gilbert looks at you and kisses you fast. Then he kisses your cheek and whispers in your ear: "I love you too". He lays down beside you and soon you fall asleep, meanwhile Gilbert watches you and holds your hand.

Just be Strong
Through Loneliness
I hope you like it ^^
This story is shorter than the others, but today I listened to that song and the story came, so my mind said to me, that I have to write this ^^

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~Skip to back stage!~

You and your band were taking pictures for and with fans.

"S-she so beautiful", Gilbert mumbled to himself.

"Oh. So you have a little crush on the lead singer?", Francis questioned him and poked his arm.

Gilbert tried his best not to let blush slip onto his pale skin at the comment as he continued to watch you. You put two fingers to your temple and stuck your tongue out for your next picture. Then shot your middle finger to the next. Nancy made you change your pose though.

"Come on Gilbert", Antonio called to him and began dragging him.

"F-for what?"

"We're gonna get a picture!"

"W-what?! N-no! Stop! Stop!", he tried to break his friends grip on his wrist, unsuccessfully.

"Oh come on. You're doing nothing but staring. Might as well take a picture you can stare at forever", Francis added and grabbed Gilbert's other hand.

"Nein!Nein! I rather just stare!"

"You should stop struggling before she hears you~!", Antonio warned him. "Excuse me, chica!"

You turn to face the three and your eyes are automatically drawn and locked onto the silver haired one being dragged by two boys you thought must of been his friends.

"...O-oh um...hi", you stuttered out, not breaking eye contact with the red eyed boy.

Nancy skipped next to you, "Hell- oh my gosh. You are beautiful", she blurted out and stared at the long haired blonde.

"Really Nancy? Really?", Alfred sighs and looks at Nancy.

"Sorry. It threw me off. Anyway, hello~! What's your name's?"

"Oh. Well beau you can call me Francis", the blonde one told Nancy and kissed her hand.

"Eep! I love our fans!", she squeaked.

"Anyway. I'm Antonio and this is Gilbert", the one with brown hair pointed to the one you locked eye sights with. So his name's Gilbert? That's cool. "We just wanted a picture"

"You guys can take whatever you want", Nana giggled.

"Who's idea was it to bring Nancy into the band?", Arthur asked you.

"You...", you replied.

"Just shut up and take the picture"

You and Nancy posed. She touched her cheek and smiled gently. You on the other hand, put your index finger over your throat and tilted your head to the side, with your tongue out.

"(name)!", Nancy stopped you.

"Alright. Alright. How's this one?" You aimed your two fingers down your throat.

"(name)! Something not deadly!"

"Oh come on! I'mma rockstar! Why can't I?"

"Take the picture right"

"Fine. Fine.", you pose like Nancy just with a bigger smile from laughing.

"We got it"

"(name). I'mma hit you later"

"Why though!", you laughed.  You turned your attention back to the red-eyed boy. "It was nice meeting you, Gilbert"

"U-uh...uh...hi", he answered back. To get back to his point of view, he was very nervous. Right now it was like he was meeting the girl of his dreams and she remembered his name. He didn't know what to say back to such an angel.

"Hello", she chuckled. "What kind of accent is that I hear?"

"I-I um...i-it's German"

"Oh cool! I like it! I-I also like your eyes"

"I-I like yours too!", he blurted out then covered his mouth.

"Thanks...N-nice meeting you"

He nodded and watched her as she walked off.

"Look at that. You talked to a girl and din't even t-"

"I want to die. I totally embarrassed myself and she doesn't like me at all", he began to twitch and bite his lip.

"Y-you did just fine. I think she really likes y-"

"Liar!...Sorry. Can we go home now?", he walked off anyway and left his friends.

"Wait for us!"

~Next day~

Gilbert was still in his room with the door locked but now he was crying over how badly he messed up and didn't deserve the girl he now loved.

"That didn't help him at all", Antonio sighed and looked towards Francis.

"Well look at it this way. At least he has a little crush"

"I don't think that's good at all. Seriously, listen to him"

They both put their ears to his door.

"A beautiful rose. My special fallen angel I failed at catching. I-I don't want to be in a world without her"

"Ok I think he's slowly losing the rest of his sanity now, so maybe it was a bad idea to take him there"

They focused their attention on the door when they heard knocking. Francis got up to answer it and revealed a...a girl? They assumed it was a girl. 'She' wore a navy blue hoodie, baggy, dark washed jeans, and had a pair of sunglasses over her eyes with the hood up over her hair. "Oh cool. I was right", she spoke.

"Uhm...You are...?"

"I would like to see Gilbert pretty pretty please!", she smiled and asked. She took off her sunglasses and shook the hood off of her head to show her (e/c) eyes and her (h/c) hair.

Both of their eyes got wide once they realized who she was. "You're here to see Gilbert?!"

"Uh-huh! Is that ok?", she tapped her chin and looked up at them curiously.

""Do you just come to visit all of your fans like this cause if you do, it's slightly creepy", Francis told her and Antonio elbowed him.

She giggled and walked inside. "No. I'm actually not even suppose to be out. They are gonna be so pissed when I get back but I don't really mind. My sneak out was a success"

"Well I'll go and get Gilbert for you"

"Thank you!"

Francis went to go fight with Gilbert til he came out of his room. "Gilbert, come out! Someone's here to see you"

"Nein! I definitely don't want to talk to anybody!"

"Come on. It's a pretty girl and you're gonna hurt her feelings"

"Hell no! I don't care! Go away!"

Francis began to beat on the door, "Open it!"


"Excuse me?", her voice sounding as light as air, interrupted. "It's ok if you don't want to talk to me, Gilbert"

After she finished her sentence, they all quickly heard the door unlocking. It slowly started to crack and they could only see his eye peeking out from the darkness behind him. The girl he hoped for was smiling and waving in his direction.


"Hello~! I just wanted to talk to you, if that was ok but if you don't want to I-"

"No! No! I-I mean...s-stay...", he reached out to her through the cracked door. "C-come in, p-please"

"...Alright!", she beamed brightly and accepted the slightly creepy offer as she walked in the room that he locked behind her.

"M-my angel came for me". he whispered to himself.
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If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

You lay on the grass, looking up at the bright blue of the sky, the sunlight adding a glow to the white clouds. You have to squint to look at them, their brightness a little overwhelming for your eyes. Your arm makes a decent pillow as the other clutches a padded covered book to your chest, the grass, no doubt, staining your white summer dress. You don’t care. It’s not like little things like that matter in life, do they?
Your nails catch the light, the pearly colour you applied shining a little. Your MP3 player sends beautiful music to your ears through your ear buds. It manages to take the reality of things away for a short while, anyway, and you appreciate that, despite the growing headache.
“________,” a voice says, just loud enough to hear over your music. You prop yourself up on your elbow and smile as your white-haired best friend approaches you, smiling gently. His red eyes are bright, happy to see you, the pain of seeing you hidden behind.
He comes and takes a seat next to you and you whisper, “Hi, Gilbert.”
He lays back on the grass and spreads his arm out behind you so that when you join him your head is resting on his instead of yours. You start to smile, but tears start to run, too. It hurts.
Gilbert feels your tears on his skin as they run off of your face and drip onto his arm, so he lifts his head to look at you. The next thing you feel is the backs of his fingers wiping away the tears.
He can’t help but whisper, quietly, “Shh. Don’t cry, ________.”
He wants to say more, but he can’t. He can’t tell you it’s okay, because you both know it’s not.
“I’ll miss you,” you say. His arms slide around you to take you into a hug. He can’t begin to tell you how much he’ll miss you.

Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother
She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colours, oh,
And life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no
Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby
The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had just enough time

You both feel the rain gently start to drop from the sky. It’s not heavy at all. Instead it’s very fine – so fine that you barely notice it. It’s enough to cause a rainbow to appear, though. You hear people from further down the hill admiring the colours. Glancing up at Gilbert, you see he’s also studying the arc, silently.
“That’s what I want to be,” you tell him, pointing at it. He frowns, thinking over your words, so you give him a little more, “It’s so I can shine down to let people know I’m safe wherever I go.”
“That sounds nice,” he replies, “I trust that you’ll be fine, though. I don’t need a rainbow to tell me that.”
“…I do…” you mutter, terrified.

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had just enough time

No matter how many times people have said you’ll be fine over the last few years, you’ve always been absolutely terrified of what’s going to happen. At first, you were terrified that you’d have a aggressive illness. Once that was confirmed, you were terrified that it would be terminal. Soon to follow after that was the terror of how long it would take, how long you had left and, now, what will happen afterwards. You’ve heard three words many times from friends, family… and Gilbert.
“You’ll be fine, ________”

And I'll be wearing white, when I come into your kingdom
I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger,
I've never known the lovin' of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holdin' my hand,

“What’s that?” he asks, poking the book you still clutch to your chest.
You smile at his curiosity. “Photo album, technically,” you say, resting it on your lap as you sit up with him. It could be classed as an album crossed with a scrapbook. You didn’t intend anyone to see it until you’ve died, but you actually decide for that to change right now, especially since you know Gilbert will be more curious about it, now.
“Awesome. Can I see?”
“It’s… You know, it’s mainly filled with you.”
He looks surprised, but slips his hand into yours as you open the first page, allowing him to see what you’ve been collecting since you got sick. You rooted through every photograph you had, and hadn’t realised how many of Gilbert you had taken or had had taken of you with him.
The first page is just of you and him, enjoying the simple things, like life should be. You’ve decorated the page with hearts. One reason you didn’t want him to see. You were to afraid to let him know, not because you were shy or anything like that – life is literally too short to be shy to do these things – but because you didn’t want to make it harder for him. There was the feeling that he might not return the same feelings and leave you alone, but you knew that wouldn’t happen.
The grip on your hand tightens. You wait, patiently, for him to finish looking over the happy pictures, but when you go to turn the page, he stops you.
“________, you know I love you, don’t you?” he says, “I’ll love you forever, and not just as a friend.”
And, on that note, he presses a kiss on your lips. It’s soft, as if he believes you’re too fragile. You ignore his gentle actions and take hold of his shirt with your hands, pulling him for a stronger kiss, loving the feeling, the passion. It’s just what you want – no, need – for you to move on.
You pull away, the headache getting stronger, as you whisper, “Gilbert.”
“________?” he says, realising that something’s wrong.
You fall backwards, darkness overcoming you as your eyes gently close.

There's a boy here in town, says he'll love me forever,
Who would have thought forever could be severed by
The sharp knife of a short life, well,
I've had just enough time

The next thing you know is that you’re in a hospital bed, headache so bad that you don’t want to open your eyes. You had been warned of the headaches worsening. You’ve been in hospital far too many times – especially recently. Looking to your right, you see your scrapbook resting on the pillow next to you.
So many pictures of happier times.
You can’t believe how easy it was for your body to just… give up, causing all of that to fade to the back of your mind, your fate so well-known by everyone, always there, always waiting to take you when it’s ready.
The next thing you see is Gilbert, resting his head on his crossed arms on the bed. You reach up, weakly, and run your fingers through his hair, a tiny smile trying so hard to show its full potential on your lips. It wants to show confidence, that you’re not afraid, that you would rather convince him you’re okay, but even a little thing like that fails you.
Gilbert lifts his head after a moment of feeling your touch, his eyes giving away the secret that he has been crying. This makes you sadder. The awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt has been crying for you.
You don’t want that.
“________,” he whispers, taking your hand in his like he is confirming what he is seeing.
“Hi,” you squeak.
“I was so scared, ________. I didn’t think you’d come back.”
You notice the window behind him is revealing the moon and stars, not the daylight that you had last seen. This isn’t surprising. You don’t want to know how long you were out for, but you know it’s been a short while since you were looking up at that rainbow.
“Was it me?” he asks. You’re not stupid. You know what he means. He blames himself for your passing out, thinking he was too rough, maybe such a short time of depriving you of oxygen was enough to do this to you.
“Gilbert, don’t. It wasn’t your fault. Your kiss… it was all that I needed,” you say, needing to let him know as you clench your free hand into a fist to try and take your mind off of the pain you’re feeling.
He tries to speak again, “I didn’t mean to-”
You interrupt, “I did. I wanted more than you were giving, and that was enough.”
You feel yourself slipping. You weren’t sure what you’d feel when the time came, but you can feel yourself being taken.
“It’s now, isn’t it?” you say, not particularly aiming the question at Gilbert, but he’s the one who answers.
“What? No, it can’t be now,” he says, shaking his head. He’s lying, of course. The doctors must have said something, or he must have overheard them. You can see that he’s covering up the truth with what he thinks you might want to hear.
Shame that he’s not really saying what you want to hear.
“Gil,” you say, wanting to tell him the last few things before what’s about to happen happens. You point at the album, “That’s for you. I didn’t show you the inside of the front cover, but I’ve written something for you.”
He reached for the book, but you shake your head, “No. Not yet.”
“You’ll know when.”
This is it. The moment you’ve been expecting for weeks.
You find the strength for one last, big smile, “I love you, Gilbert.”
“I love you too,” he replies, and then repeats in his language, “Ich liebe dich auch. So, so much.”
You tap the book one last time and slide your hand back into his, “…Now’s the time.”

Slipping away. It’s different.

Not terrifying.

More of a relief. It’s finally over. You’re life has been lived.

You were given just enough time.

It’s peaceful.

So put on your best, boys, and I'll wear my pearls
What I never did is done

Gilbert leaves the hospital after mourning for you, after placing several more kisses for the last time on your lips that were growing colder by the minute.
After telling you that it’s time for you to become a rainbow.
And all he has left is the book that you had given him. One physical thing and millions of seconds worth of memories. Memories of the days spent with you daily since you were young. The things that make him smile. Summing up the time spent with you in seconds somehow made him feel better, giving him the sense that it was much longer. Each one of those seconds made him happy, especially when seeing your smiling face.
The book stays unopened on his dresser when he gets home. He slips it under his pillow to sleep, still not opening it.
But, the next morning, he decides that the permission to open it in your last words were telling him to open it. You may have told him to open it that day, but the waiting made it easier. It made him feel respectful of you.
He lifts the cover and frowns. Inside is a letter inside of a small, pearl coloured envelope, just like the nail polish applied to your fingernails. His name is written on the front. He opens it carefully.

A penny for my thoughts, oh, no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin'
Funny when you're dead how people start listenin'

Your writing covers one side of the A5 piece of paper folded in half to fit in the small envelope. He doesn’t know what it says, yet, but he already knows this means so much more to him than anything else probably will.

To Gilbert.

Clearly, if you’re reading this, I’ve let you have the book because I’m gone. I’ve been keeping these so that once I’ve left you, you can have something for a memory.
I just thought I should let you know how much you mean to me. How happy you’ve made me since the second we met – funny how simply bumping into me in a busy school hall could lead us to this, isn’t it?
I don’t regret one moment, especially writing this now. I know it was nothing I could take control of, but I’m sorry to leave you and I’m sorry that this book is all I can really leave you.
The book contains our memories. They’re in order – except from the first page, but I couldn’t help myself. The second page starts from when we met. Remember?
But, there’s one more thing I need to say. I really don’t want you to be sad when remembering me. I want you to only think of the good times, okay? I don’t want to see you sad when remembering. I love you. I always have and I promise I’ll always be watching over you – forever – so I want to see you smiling when I’m in your thoughts. Do that for me and I know I’ll be fine.
Love from,

Your ________

Gilbert feels a hand on his shoulder. He didn’t realise he had started crying whilst reading that. Ludwig had noticed, and gone over to comfort his brother as he cries making sure to keep your letter in pristine condition as he slides it away from the tears dripping onto the table in front of him.
The older brother calms himself as best he can, looking over at the letter, noticing more written on the back.


If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
The ballad of a dove
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket
Save 'em for a time when you're really gonna need 'em

Gilbert found a satin dress and gave it for you to be dressed in. He bought roses, made sure the ground where your coffin is to be laid is lined with them – down the hole where you will finally be laid to rest. The cemetery by the river is where you’re planned to be buried.
As your coffin is lowered down, he places two more things on top. A single red rose and a piece of paper.

“However far away I will always love you
However long I stay I will always love you
Whatever words I say I will always love you
I will always love you.”

________, ich liebe dich.

Love, Gilbert xx

He nods and steps away to watch you be lowered, rejoining Toni and Francis and your other friends attending your funeral, mourning for your shortened life.
Gilbert is sad, but not as much as he wants to be. He remembers your letter, telling him to remember the happiness in your friendship and oh so short relationship.

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had just enough time

It’s amazing because as they stand there, the lightest rain starts to fall from the sky, causing a bright rainbow to appear above them. Gilbert smiles and runs a hand through his white hair.
“See, you’re safe, ________.”

So put on your best, boys, and I'll wear my pearls.
I know Prussia and this song has been overdone a little but I DON'T CAAAARE! DON'T QUESTION ME! -frontflip- ((oh good god, I need to stop watching PewDiePie -_-))

Anyway, I hope you like it. I was feeling in that kind of mood where you want to write sad stuff and this happened because I was listening to iTunes on shuffle and this song came on - [link] = Original song --- [link] = If I Die Young Preußen ((good god, so many feels!))

So... yeah...
If you have a moment, I'd really like you to comment <3

Btw the lyrics Gil puts on the coffin are by The Cure from Lovesong ^_^

Pic not mine, found on Google, any mistakes pointed out would be appreciated :)

I own nothing but the story ;)
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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.

I don't own Hetalia.
You belong to :iconprussiasmilesplz:
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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!

And if you want to have a hand in deciding which character and plot is used, please vote in the poll!

Sequel: [link]
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While I drew these guys, I feel like they are watching Link and thinking about how they were heroes in the past as well.. * w*

skull kid looks like: [link]
imp poe looks like: [link]
both enemies from zelda twilight princess ^w^

more enemy gijinkas here! ^^ [link]
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Not my best, but not my worst. I love the poses and the bent horizon line though xD

Sakura heaved a bit. she had really been taken for a run with this guy. something about him was almost more psychotic than she was. She frowned as the red haired man began to cackle.
"Just realise how totally fucked you are?" Sakura asked aross the roof top of the stairway where their battle was taking place.

He chuckled, "No, not that, it's just that... The wind has died down..." He said, looking over in the distance where the clouds were sitting still against a sunset backdrop.

"Yeh, so?" Sakura snarled.

Hanran smirked, "So, now you will be suseptable to my road." He said, hands pulling from his pockets. The sunlight reflected off a small object in his hands. A syringe.

"What, you're gunna shoot me up and throw me off the roof. Don't forget that I can't use my roads full potential against you because of the parts war, but in life and death I will destroy you..."

He laughed, "oh no no, this isn't for you." swiftly before her eyes she watched him swing the needle in his fingers and inject it directly into his own arm.
"You're a freak!"
"You have no idea." Hanran said, "No idea what is coming that is."
He races towards her, the small rider back flipping away from her opponant who begins the chase around the small area. she noticed his breath quicken, pupils pinning, sweat trickling down his brow as he chased her.
sakura sneezed, hair falling over her eyes for just long enough for Hanran to get a sneak attack in, a sharp kick to the side of her body that sent her flying sidewards and into the boundary railing that circled the entire perimeter.

She shook her head and pushed herself to her feet, Hanran closing in on her. she jumped at the last minute as his foot hit the railing, leaving a large indentation in that section.
"You've gotten slower!" Sakura said as she backed off.
"Yes." Hanran smiled.
"why are you so happy about that idiot!" Sakura snarled at him.
"I don't need to get any faster. You will soon feel the effects of my road. I shoot up and the poisonous vapors escape my body and poison my opponant. It's in my blood, so long as it is still in my system, you will lose."
Sakura smirked. "Right, so if it weren't, you're road would be useless."
"Exactly" Hanran said smugly, "wait... Wha-

Once he let his guard down, Sakura took this oppertunity to shoot past him, her road taking form behind her, her slip stream like a sharp ribbon that cut large crevices into Hanrans flesh, blood shooting out in all direction.

He laughed, "Clever... I hadn't thought of that..."
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lol: made it here [link]
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playing around with some new techniques yes its pokeart but it still looks alright tell us what ya think yeah
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here's another 2am comic idea I thought of
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You've always wondered what would happen if you touched Italy's curl.

Whenever you'd ask about it, he'd change the topic or blush, which made you a little annoyed that he didn't want to answer, and also somewhat intrigued.

"Italy!" you called out from the kitchen. "I have a question."

"Oh, sure! Go for it!" he replied, smiling and focusing all his attention on you.

"That curl thing..." You went to Italy's side and reached out for it. "What does it do?"

Italy immediately tensed up and backed away. "D-don't touch it! If you do, something bad will happen!"

"Oh, come on! I'm sure nothing extremely bad would happen if I touched it. Please?" you begged, giving an awful puppy eyed, pouty lips face.

"No, you can't... I'm sorry..." he groaned.

"Ah, fine. Hey, are you tired? You should rest."

"Well, it is 8:30pm, and I do like sleeping. So, yeah, I will," he mumbled, lying down on the couch and closing his eyes. "Goodnight, (C/n)~!"

"Goodnight, Feli," you murmured, using his real name for added seriousness and feels.

After a few minutes, you could hear his snores and shallow breathing. You turned off the lights and crept up to his hair, reaching again for the curl.

Don't chicken out... Just give it a slight touch... You began to breathe somewhat heavily, stomach churning and lightly sweating. You gently petted the curl, and you saw his face turn a red. You got a little rough and tugged on it, making him actually moan.

You took a break from tugging it, since you were afraid he'd wake up. But he didn't. Soon, he was back to normal. You couldn't resist touching it a few more times. Ok, maybe it was a lot of times.

"Oooh, yeah..." he moaned, biting his lip. "Ahh..."

You stroked his curl fast, looking at his face and smirking. You secretly enjoyed this, but somehow felt a little disgusted of yourself because you're using him like this.

You kept going, until you heard him groan, "Oooh, (C/n)..." You stopped and looked, frightened.

Did he just moan my name?! Oh, shit...

You don't know why, but you kept going, wanting to hear him moan more.

"Si, si, si... Ah..." he moaned. "Oh, (C/n)... I'm gonna-!"

He stained your couch a little.

"I love you, (C/n)," he said, smiling.

You stared at Italy, wondering what to do next.

"Fuck it." You yanked his curl hard.

He woke up and stared at you, eyes wide open with a emotionless expression on his face.

"You woke me up," he whispered coldly.

You began to panic. "U-Uh... Feli, I didn't mean to, I-"

"Now you have to pay for it," he stated bluntly. He quickly got on top of you. "Oh, you look so good..."

"NO! STAY AWAY!" you yelped, pushing him off. He wasn't that strong. You dashed out of the living room and upstairs.

"YOU CAN'T ESCAPE THE LOVE TRAIN, (NAME)." You could see him coming after you.

You ran to a closet in the spare room you had, and waited.

You could see Italy passing by, sniffing the area.

"Where is my darling lover~?" he purred. "I can sense her/him. I can feel her/him. I can smell her/him..."

He walked into the spare room you were in, and looked around. He spotted the closet and went close to it, skimming the inside.

He smirked.

"I can see her/him."

He opened the doors and dragged you outside, ignoring your pleads.

"HAVE MERCY, ITALY!" you pleaded, screaming for help.

"Hey, don't act like you didn't know what you were doing. You fucking knew, you little devil." He shoved you on the bed, climbing on top of you, coming close to your lips. "Oh, and sorry for staining your couch." He closed the gap with a cold, wet kiss.

"W-why...?" you mumbled, crying a little bit.

"Because I love you! Isn't it obvious?"

He then transformed Sailor Moon style. His hair changed to a dark red, the colors of his clothes changed, even his eyes and skin color changed!

"In the name of the blood moon, I'm going to fuck you!" His accent sounded more evil.

"NOOOO!" you screamed.

"NYESS!" he screamed back. He brought out some tape and other weird shit. "I'm gonna fuck you up!"

And in that night, you got fucked by Ita-chan.

Congrats for being smart, Reader.
I was bored af.
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"Ah, Lovi, I'm going to hang out with Ludwig for a while. Don't mind me," you said, brushing your hair and going to a mirror.

"What? With that guy? Why?" he said, obviously slightly annoyed and rather curious.

"Well, he's a friend. Of course I'd want to hang out with him," you responded, grabbing your keys and purse and heading for the front door.

"I don't like him! You can't!" Lovi said defensively, going up and blocking the door for you.

"Lovi, don't be so jealous or rude. I'm not going to do anything sleazy with him."

"Even if you promise me that, that doesn't mean he won't try anything."

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "Ludwig isn't going to do anything. He ain't about that life."

"I bet he would!" Lovi crossed his arms. "I know he's jealous of me being with you! I can see why, too. You're a great girl, and you're-" he trailed off and looked away, blushing lightly.

"Aww, you care for me!" you cooed, hugging Lovino tightly.

"Well, no shit."

"You aren't denying it, either!"

"Well, it's because it's true. I'm not going to lie."

"You're sweet. But really, Lovi, I promise I wouldn't do something like that, and neither would Ludwig."

Lovino gazed into your eyes for a few moments and said, "Oh, fine."

"Yay~! Thanks, Lovi." You gave him a quick peck on the cheek and dashed out of the house.

You arrived at Ludwig's house in about ten minutes. You knocked on the door, waiting for him to open. Instead, Feliciano greeted you.

"Oh, hello, (Name)!" he said in his same cheerful attitude. "Come in! Ludwig's in the kitchen baking. He'll be with you momentarily."

You sat down on the couch and crossed your legs, once again waiting for Ludwig to come into the room. You could smell sugary sweets and delicious pastries being baked.

I didn't know Ludwig was that good at baking! you thought. You knew he baked and enjoyed doing so, but you never really witnessed him in the process of baking. So, out of curiosity, you peeped from the living room to see him in action.

He took out some cookies from the oven and set the dozen on the counter, taking off his cooking mitts and grabbing a plate.

You then accidentally tripped over and landed on the floor with a loud thud. Ludwig stared at you.

"(Name)?! How long have you been there?!" he yelped, covering the cookies.

"Like, a few minutes," you said casually. "Luddy, I didn't know you were so good at this! It smells heavenly!"

You could tell he was feeling less embarrassed.

"Would you like to try one?" he asked hesitantly.

"Yes, please!" He gave you a cookie and you chewed it slowly, savoring the taste.

"Well, what do you think?"

"It's amazing," you moaned, taking more bites.

"I'm glad you like it..." Germany said, slightly smiling. "(Name), I, uh, have to tell you something that I've been thinking about for a while now..."

"Sure! What is it?"

"I sort of..."

"AHA! I CAUGHT YOU!" Lovino shouted, pointing a finger at you.

"Lovi? What are you doing here?" you asked, confused.

"You weren't getting my messages, so I thought you were in danger! And I came all the way here to protect you from any potential danger!" He glared at Ludwig. "I can't rely on him to keep you safe."

Feliciano came into the room and gasped. "Lovi~!" He hugged his brother. "How have you been? It's been so long, I-"

"Not now, Feli," Lovino growled.

"Alright." Feliciano backed away.

"I'm not in any danger. I'm perfectly fine," you implied, still eating the cookie.

"Did he give you that? Is he drugging you or something?!"

"No, it's just a cookie. A really good one."

"Bah! I could cook better than him!" Lovino mocked, waving a hand at Ludwig sassily.

"Think what you want. Doesn't matter to me," Ludwig mumbled, now placing the cookies on the plate.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever! Come on, (Name), we're bailing this shitty place!" Lovino grabbed your arm and began to drag you outside.

"Aww, but I just got here! Fine... Bye, Luddy! Bye, Feli!" you yelled from behind.

"Bye, (Name)~! See you next time~!" Feliciano waved to you and Lovino.

Once you and Lovino got home, he sat back on the couch, grumbling to himself.

"What's wrong? I'm here now. No need to get all bitchy," you said, dropping your purse and phone on a nearby table.

"Ah, you're right. Sorry."

Did he just say sorry?

"What's this~?" you teased. "Lovino is admitting he is wrong? Shit got real now!"

He chuckled and tackled you on the couch. "As if. I'm smart."

"I'm smarter than you are, though," you gloated, sticking your tongue out and slapping him gently on the shoulder.

"Maybe. Maybe not." He grabbed you and began to cuddle you. "But I'm still more romantic than you are."

"Care to test that~?"


And after that sentence was said, you two spent a long time on the couch together.
Inspired by the idea of: :iconanimepanther921: Thanks!
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“Fac me”

Your eyes drifted up to the speaking voice, which came from the bed.

“I’m sorry, Romulus?”

“I said, fac me.”

Your eyes fell back onto the book you were reading, but your mind went elsewhere, looking for a translation. As you knew Romulus loved to speak Latin (just to perk your attention, your receptivity to the language- or for the plainest reason, to annoy you), you often got in this kind of situation where you drown yourself into Latin grammar, while Romulus, with a satisfied look, stared at your twitching, changing features.
While your brows knitted, as you couldn’t catch from where “fac” came from, Romulus jumped out of the bed and got behind your shouldres to massage them, with his big, callous hands.

“Repeat that again…”
“Fac… me…”

This time he whispered that right on your neck. Your cold skin was immediately warmed up, the sudden feeling made you shiver a bit- but you couldn’t give into these little things. What did that really mean?

Thinking about English as your last bay of help (isn’t 40% of modern English derived from Latin, after all?), you confronted modern English with what Romulus told you, and of course, the first thing to pop out in your mind was a sentence you’d have never guessed you could actually tell him straight.

“It can’t be”…
…’fu*k me, right?’

Romulus once again peered at your face, a smirk starting to form on his lips.

“What are you thinking about?”
“You know what ‘facere’ means?”
“Of course. ‘To do’.”
“Well, that’s enough of a hint, I guess…”

You hid your face in your book as soon as realization hit you.
It MEANT that.

“So, what’s your answer?”
“How do you say ‘never’ in Latin?”
“Never? Well, it can be translated in ‘certe’…”
“CERTE, then.”

He scooped you up in his arms and brought you to bed. Among confused glances, while the book fell from the hands due to surprise, you realized:
Never trust a Roman when he’s trying to obtain whatever he wishes for.
As actually –you recalled- ‘certe’ means ‘certainly’.
AHHAHAHAHA not me of course. But I recently got back into fanfics, how could I NOT write some, at least one, myself?
Indeed I still ave to study. I just threw my Latin book away as soon as I realized that:
that what?


As reader-chan has already said, "fac" comes from "facio", which happens to mean "to do".
"Fac" is the imperative form.
Now, "me" is the pronoun we all know, which really means "me", yes?
Translate it: "Do me".

And doesn't the Latin version incredibly sound like... like what reader-chan has realized in the test, him/herself?
Oh, indeed.


So I stopped studying Latin for this mere reason. Funny, isn't it? Aahaaha I'm so hopeless

Hope you enjoyed it, and I also hope I gave a little shove towards Latin-studying to some people out there. Seriously, it might seem not like it, but I find translating highly amusing. I can ALMOST say I like to do my homework.


Pic belongs to Studio Deen (it was taken from the anime!)
Art = Me</sub>
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Eying the costume, you proceeded to strip yourself of your shirt, quickly grabbing the white billowy shirt and pulling it over your head. Elizabeta did the same as you, but not before switching on some tunes that you couldn’t help but start moving to, bobbing your head from side to side as you pulled up your skirt. The base of the skirt was a light brown that came up mid calf, but soon enough, you added some sashes around it, a light blue and orange with a black waist piece to keep them all in place.

“You might need to help with the hair,” you sheepishly smiled to your friend as she finished adjusting her hair, tying part of it back while most of it was down her back. Adorned in a white dress, the skirt was torn at the base with a long piece up to her left thigh missing altogether. Red stains lined the edges of the skirt with the occasional spots on the main fabric. The main bodice of the dress was simple, no elaborate designs and sleeves that were thin pieces of fabric that hung off the shoulders. However, the right sleeve though was torn and hung at the side. Small tears lined the dress, the same stains on the skirt along the bodice as well.

You just stared at your friend with a raised brow. “Your marriage to Roderich not go according to plan?” you joked as you pulled out your makeup bag.

“Ha ha, very funny Senora Carriedo!” While Elizabeta broke out into laughter, your cheeks turned deep scarlet and your (colour) eyes widened. Looking away in shame, the scarlet intensified, burning your cheeks up to your ears.

“Not funny Elizabeta!” You protested but she continued to just laugh. Out of instinct, you dashed towards her, but she jumped up onto your bed. “(name) and Toni sittin’ in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”

At that point, you were sure your cheeks would burst from the heat and that you’d die from embarrassment as a result, which seemed far more attractive than having to deal with your best friend teasing you about a certain Spaniard, a past time she would partake in mercilessly. There were times you wished that he would just take you away from the teasing just so he could make you smile. You knew Elizabeta would never tease you out of malice, it was all in good spirit. But it pounded the doubt you had in the back of your mind, the doubt that all those who romanticise infatuations are doomed to feel.

“You might as well not bother singing that. It’s clear we’re just friends!” You started to do your makeup in an attempt to ignore both the teasing and the doubt.

Making her way up to you, she had in her hands a large red flower, like the ones that would grow outside Antonio’s place, red lilies or tiger lilies they were. Undoing your hair, your locks fell down and she placed the flower behind your ear. It stayed in place, a sweet scent hovering around you.

“So then why did you giggle so much when you found out he was going to the party?”
Elizabeta: 2, you: nill.

“Shut up!”

As the night was ushered forth, dark clouds masking the stars and dimming the glow of the moon, Elizabeta continued to drag you forward to the Alfred Jones’s house. It struck most people, especially his relative Arthur Kirkland that while Alfred was a loud, forward and sometimes obnoxious man that his house was located in a quiet street in the suburbs. But the pounding beats that resonated from the house unmistakably marked it as Alfred’s. It was late in the evening, nearing ten o’clock and you were certain you were the last to arrive.

A loud voice greeted you with a warm smile upon his face, despite the mask obscuring his features. However, you knew that the voice could only belong to Alfred Jones, it was hard to miss.

“Dudettes! You made it finally!” He said, pulling you and Elizabeta into the warmth of the house, a refreshing change from the frigid autumn evening air. Inside, it was a stark contrast the calm serenity of the Halloween night, when the only noise came from the gusts of winds like whispers in the dark or small children greeting neighbours with the same sentence that was iconic for this one night.

Music filled the air, ringing in your ears till you were certain that it would not leave even after you would depart. Many people were dancing or lounging about in the house, all of them you knew, some better than others but were on friendly terms with.
Dancing away you could see your friends Mathias, who looked like a Viking king, busting out some impressive moves alongside Gilbert who was adorned in a tuxedo with his hair slicked back like he was a secret agent from films. Mathias’s brothers, Berwald, Tino and Lukas just watched from the sides with drinks in hand, all dressed in medieval costumes that looked like something from a fantasy novel where heroes ventured to slay dragons with fine steel swords and magic spells.  

Gilbert’s brother, Ludwig was sitting alongside Roderich, Ludwig only dressed in a soccer outfit while the more foppish musician that Elizabeta was seeing looked like he was about to get married, however the tailoring was poor and in tatters just as his girlfriend’s. Elizabeta made her way to Roderich, sitting on his lap and making his eyes widened in surprise that turned his checks to pink.

Sitting near by was Kiku dressed as a samurai with his calm demeanor, in contrast to the loud Vargas brothers, Feliciano and Lovino, incidentally dressed as Mario and Luigi. An aura of silent rage radiated off of Lovino like a toxic fume and you stifled your snickering. Saving you from having to deal with a pissed of Italian, Yao rushed into the room, carrying bowls of candy as his chef hat nearly fell off of his head. Instantly, many people rushed to him, including Alfred, grabbing candy out of the bowl.

As Alfred dashed towards Yao, he collided with you, making you stumble forward. Your balanced wavered and as you tried to regain your footing, your body crashed into another.
Turning your head to view your support, your eyes fell upon a face shrouded in shadow. A black mask covered his face while a black hat covered hid his hair. His attire was of course black, his shirt billowy with lace around his chest undone, revealing a toned form with loose trousers and tall boots. Gloves concealed his hands and a cape flowed behind him as he placed a hand upon your shoulder.

But his beautiful green eyes were all too familiar.

Your cheeks began to burn, spreading to your ears.

“Be careful, senorita! Can’t have you hurt now, can we?” A warm voice spoke from the man.
You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out, as if you were a sudden mute. All you could do was nod your head and try to smile back.

“Your costume esta muy bien!” Antonio said as you felt his eyes glance over you. The heat in your cheeks went from warm to sunburnt and you grabbed your sleeves, hunching you shoulders.

Gracias Anto-” you were shushed as a gloved finger was pressed to your lips and Antonio leaned closer. Your eyes grew, and you heart began to race off to places unknown.

Senorita, no soy Antonio! Soy El Zorro!” He stepped back and raised his arms up, letting the cape flow behind his shoulders.

Your breath got caught in your throat, and once again you became silent. However, you still gave him a sweet smile. When you finally were able to speak, you played along with the game that you two now were in.

“Oh my! El Zorro is standing before me! But who is that masked figure?” You said out loud, biting your lip afterwards as you kept your gaze upon him.

“Oh, mi senorita, I'm afraid I cannot reveal myself, however I may in exchange for un bes-” before he could finish a familiar face grabbed Antonio from behind, wrapping his arm around Antonio’s neck.

Bonjour everyone!” Said Francis with a cheeky grin on his face. His blond hair was tied back and fine clothes covered his person, well made like something out of a fairytale as if he were the fabled prince coming for his fair maiden.

As the two began to converse, Francis began to drag Antonio away.

Lo siento (name)! I’ll talk to you in uno momento!” He called as he meshed in with the swarm of people.

As the night went on, you tried to take your mind off of your crush by dancing around with the others. But whenever you caught a glimpse of him, all that work to suppress your feelings backfired and the walls came down. You searched around for Elizabeta but she was still with Roderich in his arms. Sighing as you watched Roderich plant kisses on Elizabeta’s skin, a knot tied in your stomach and your brows furrowed. It wasn’t that you were not happy for them, but it was something else.

If anyone saw the look in your (colour) eyes, they could detect a hint of envy lurking in your irises. But it couldn’t be helped, it was the same with any couple you saw. It was the dream you wished to for to be a reality, but alas it would only be dreams. And when that realization came into your mind, a dull ache, like a pin prick, lingered in your heart.

Breaking your gaze, you turned and against all logic looked for your crush.

But when your eyes found him, you regretted it.

Before you was Antonio with Anri Lambert, a girl you were on friendly terms with but not really friends. Her short dark blonde, brownish hair was tied back into a bun with a white head piece atop her head. Dressed in a maid’s dress with a short skirt and apron, she was practically gorgeous compared to you, you told yourself.

And her lips were locked with Antonio’s.

The music fell into silence, the bodies around you vanishing into nothing except for Anri and Antonio. A cold feeling consumed you till all went numb. Then, a warm liquid trailed down your cheeks, and you brought your hand up to your face, catching your tears. You couldn’t tell what was worse: that you saw your crush of five years kissing someone else, or that you were that distraught by it, it was making you cry.
More tears followed, and a pain ensnared your throat, each breath harder to take than the last.

Backing away, you bumped into someone.

“Sorry,” you stuttered as you raced into an empty kitchen, then out the back door to the porch.

Clutching the wooden rail, you tried to regain your breath, but the pain still lingered and with it more hot tears. Clamping your eyes shut, you tried to put the image out of your mind, cast aside all feelings you had for him if only to stop the pain and tears. But it was like trying to fight the oncoming tides by the sea, and at this point, you were certain that sea had swept you away and you were slowly sinking, drowning as you slipped further down into the depths.

“Pathetic.” That word was the only way you could see yourself now, black stained tears upon your cheeks, a sniffled nose and breaking heart.

“No, stop crying (name)!” You hissed at yourself, wiping away more tears, smearing your eye  make up in the process but you had lost the will to care. “You just need to get over it. He doesn’t like you that way, he likes Anri!”

You sniffled again, cleaning your eyes. “And,” you took in a staggered breath, “t-that’s fine. As long as he’s happy! It’s not about you, it’s him!”

As if the Heavens heard your voice, thunder echoed out across the darkened sky, and soon after another flash of lightning, rain began to lash down at the earth.

Gazing into the black abyss above, you began to move closer to the open backyard, rain drops showering your body as if trying to cleanse you of all woes. With your head hung low, you sighed.

“Antonio will be happy with her. I know it, and...and I’m okay with that. If he’s happy, then...then I’m happy too. It’s selfish of me to be like this, selfish and pathetic. It’s about his happiness and his heart, not mine. I just want him to be happy, even if he’s with someone else. Even if he never holds me the way he does with her, or smiles that same way. Or...kisses me.”

“But what if I do want to hold you?” A voice you were certain was the last you’d hear now.
Turning on your heels, you saw Antonio now without his hat and mask, standing in the rain with his emerald eyes fixed upon you.

“I-I don’t know what you mean. It’s clear that you like Anri and I’m fine with that.” You couldn't look him in the eye, lest more tears fall down like the rain.

“(name) I-”

“Antonio,” you turned away, feeling another rush of tears growing in the corners of your eyes. “It’s fine, really.”

“No, it isn’t.” He reached out for your shoulder but you jerked away. It was too tempting to rush to him, if only to indulge in broken fantasy where love was true, not an illusion of the heart which it can often be. You would not let yourself sucumb to such illusions, not unless you wanted your heart to cry silent tears that only you could feel.

“Antonio! Please, I’m fine! long as we can still be friends.” Your last few words were but a whisper, drowned out by a burst of thunder.

But even you knew what would become of this friendship, this tender flower that had been the fruits of both your labors, all the talks and jokes, the hugs and playful teasing. The smooth, red petals would soon turn a withered brown, coarse and fragile. Gnarled weeds would grow alongside it, winding up the stem till it was ensnared, choking the life from the flower. And as the weeds tightened their grip upon the flower, the pain within you would grow, a dull ache turned to a knife wound, too deep and clean to heal.

But you would continue to smile.

Then, when the pain could no longer be ignored, when you were certain that it no longer cried tears, but bled as one does when damaged, the petals would fall from the decayed flower, scattered among the winds till they turned to dust. And all that would remain would be the hollow earth where a flower once grew, now forever gone.

You would be gone, undone by your own heart.

The sudden revelation made you gasp for a breath, something, anything to pull you back from the edge you were now about to fall off of. More tears cascaded down your cheeks and a muffled sob was trapped within your throat.

“(name)! Please, I-” Antonio’s voice broke your melancholy thoughts, though you could not tell which was the lesser of the two evils: left to your own dark thoughts or to listen to the source of them.

“Antonio, I...I can’t-”

“(name)!” You felt strong hands jerk you around so you were forced to face him.

Quiero abrazarte! Quiero sonreír contigo! Quiero besarte!”  He drew closer, and as you tried to retreat, he continued to maintain his hold of your arms.

“I don’t under-”

Then, in an instant as the lightning came down again, his lips pressed to yours!

Time itself seemed meaningless and the world around you all but vanished as if you were in your own world with Antonio. But this world seemed wrong yet right, and your squirming slowed till it stopped altogether.

His lips were chapped against your own, but the warmth from them filled your cold body. There was a spice in his taste with a hint of tomatoes, combined with the rain. The temptation to run your hands through his wet brown locks was too strong, and you held onto him, even though your mind told you not to give into this, if only to protect your heart.
As he pulled away, it was as if time moved forward again, and all your senses returned. You stared into his eyes, all confusions of the heart festering in your irises.

“I...but I thought…” you stuttered.

“Anri was drunk, and her friend tricked her. She thought I was Francis until Gilbert took
my mask off.”

Your eyes widened at the sudden knowledge. “So, that means…”

“She likes someone else, not me. And I like someone else, not her.”

Your cheeks turned red again, and judging by Antonio’s smirk, he noticed.

Me gustas, mi flor bonita.” His words were but a whisper as he leaned closer and rested his forehead against your own. Closing your eyes, it all seemed too perfect to be real, you were certain that you would wake up at some point.

But it was real.

Te amo, (name).”

And with those words, your heart seemed to soar on wings. You opened your eyes, in shock, wonder and confusion.

“ love me?” A small smile began to grow upon the corners of your lips.

And Antonio met it with his own charming grin.

Si. Of course (name).”

A sigh of relief escaped you and all you could think of was pulling him in for another kiss. Though full of passion, it was quicker than you thought and as he pulled away, you whimpered just a bit.

“Let’s get out of the rain! You’re soaked!” He said with a smile, pulling you back to the house. As you stepped into the light, he held onto you tightly and you to him.
Though one thing puzzled you.



“Why do you have a bruise on your cheek?”

“Oh, well um Anri’s brother Abel, he saw what happened and well…” he gave a weak chuckle and you just sighed, reaching up on your toes to plant a chaste kiss upon his wounded cheek.

“Hope it helps.”

As his arms wrapped around you, he said, “More than you can imagine.”


Opening the door for you, you both returned to the party which had dwindled a bit.

“What happened to-”


Your eyes were wide open as you watched Lovino deliver a strong punch to Antonio’s unbruised cheek. Lying on the floor, he groaned but still managed to keep a smile, crooked and meek but still.

“That was for making (name) cry you jerk bastard!”

And all you could do was laugh.
Well I finally managed to get this done! I'm sorry it's been a while since I put one of these stories out, my laptop is still in the shop in Ireland because there was something wrong with it and I didn't get it back before I left for home for the holidays but I'll be back for college soon so once that happens, more stories will be out! :) Though I got this done on a google drive so lucky me :P

Have to admit, thought this was kinda sappy but eh, whatever :P It's up to you :)
OH Almost forgot! Anri Lambert is Belgium and you can guess who her brother is :P (Netherlands)


- esta muy bien= it's very good
-gracias= thank you
-Senorita, no soy Antonio. Soy El Zorro!= Madam, I am not Antonio, I am Zorro! 
-mi senorita= my lady
-bonjour= hello
-Lo siento= I am sorry
-Quiero abrazarte! Quiero sonreír contigo! Quiero besarte! = I want to hold you! I want to smile with you! I want to kiss you!
-Me gustas mi flor bonita = I like you my beautiful flower
-Te amo = I love you

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or it's characters, all rights belong to respectful owners.

Artwork belongs to  :iconedwardsuoh13: Great Job!! :D Go subscribe to them!

Intro: Hetalia x Reader Costume Party Intro

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“Gilbert, what are you trying to do?” you asked as you blinked at the mess that was known as the kitchen. You let out a sigh as you walked up to the albino and snatched the whisk out of his hand and glared at him. “Gilbert, what is the meaning of this? I don’t remember giving you permission to use the kitchen.”

“Vell, frau, zhe awesome me vas simply trying to create a cake,” he replied said in a carefree tone, his wide, usual grin plastered on his face. Your brows furrowed in confusion.

“A-A cake? Why?” you asked as glanced at the whipped batter. “Gilbert?”

“It’s a secret, frau~!” he sang. You raised an eyebrow at his strange behavior, but didn’t question it. You blinked at the batter, admiring his handiwork.

“Wow, I’m surprised. Despite being the way you are, you really know how to whip batter,” you commented as you picked up the mixing bowl.

“Zhe awesome me can do anyzing, frau!” the albino bragged, a proud look on his face. You could only sigh as you forced the mixing bowl into his hands.

“Since you think you’re capable, I’ll leave you to finish things up. Next time, please don’t trash the kitchen,” you said as you exited the kitchen. You paused just before the door, turning your head to face him. “Oh, and you look quite good in an apron.”

You sat in front of him at a café table, glancing at him every now and then. You sipped your favorite drink, feeling a bit out of place due to the awkward tension.

“Gilbert…” you began in a soft voice, your eyes staring hard into his crimson ones.

“Ja, frau?”

“Why are you suddenly inviting me out on a date?” you asked, suspicious about his recent behavior.

“Vat, does zhe awesome me need a reason to ask my girlfriend out?” he questioned, trying to get away from your question as much as possible. Your eyes narrowed at his words, knowing full well that something was up.

“Gilbert, did you develop some kind of sickness that you’re afraid to tell me about?” you suggested, your eyes clearly showing how worried you were.

“Nein, frau!” You raised an eyebrow at how quick he was to answer.

“Gilbert, are you hiding something from me?” you inquired, slowing standing up and staring down at him.

“Frau, zere’s nozing I can be hiding from you!” Gilbert said hurriedly. “By zhe vay, frau, vat vould you like as a present?” You blinked in confusion, debating on whether you should listen to him or press him for answers.

“A present?” He nodded happily, his eyes showing his eagerness for your answer. You lowered your head, feeling a small blush crawl up to your cheeks as you mumbled something barely audible. You opened your purse and got out some money. You slammed it hard onto the table before stomping away, a hand covering your face.

You sighed as you walked up to the front door, wondering why the albino would call you over suddenly. You rang the doorbell and then nervously adjusted your scarf. You gripped the bag in your other hand tightly. Your eyes lit up when you heard the door being opened.

“Frau, come on in!” the Prussian invited happily as he opened the door wider for you to enter. You could only blink at him before hesitantly taking a step into the dark house. You looked around, wondering what in the world he was doing in such a darkly lit place.

“Gilbert…” you breathed out as you turned around only to find that he was nowhere in sight and the door had slowly creaked to a close. “Gilbert, this isn’t funny,” you said loudly, your voice echoing throughout the seemingly empty place. You frantically looked around and made your way to the light switch. You flicked it on… “Is there something wrong with the electricity?”

You sighed as you looked around the place once more. A bit frightened, you made your way deeper into the house. You saw one of Ludwig's dogs run past your feet before stopping and coming back to circle around you. You blinked curiously as the dog began to make his way deeper into the house. Knowing that standing in one place would get you nowhere, you followed it into the living room.

“Happy birthday, (Name)!” a bunch of voices chorused as the lights turned on, blinding you in the process. You shut your eyes for a few seconds before opening them, blinking at the blinding light. Once your vision focused, you found a bunch of Gilbert’s friends and Feliciano’s.

“What’s all this?” you asked curiously as you looked around.

“A birthday party for zhe awesome frau of course!” Gilbert answered as he went to you and took your hand, leading you into the mass of people.

“A… birthday party? Gilbert, isn’t today your birthday?” you inquired, earning a grin from the Prussian man.

“So is yours, frau!” Then it clicked.

“Oh, that’s right. We were born on the same day after all,” you mumbled to yourself. You looked up to him with a smile. “Happy birthday to you too, Gilbert!”

“Zank you, frau. So vere’s meine birthday present?” You quickly lifted the bag in your hand to him, forcing it into his hands.

“It’s a scrapbook with all the things that we’ve done throughout the year. I got the photos from Kiku,” you said as you looked down, your feet nervously shuffling. You didn’t notice the smirk plastered onto his face.

“Zhe awesome me has a better birthday present, frau,” you heard him say. Curious, you looked up. Your eyes widened when you realized that the Prussian had captured your lips with his. It wasn’t long before he pulled back, a wide grin on his face as he stared deeply into your eyes. “Zhe awesome me vants kisses every day.” Those words alone made your face heat up.

You could only let out a soft sigh, thinking about what an idiot he was for asking for kisses every day when he’s never even said your–



“Happy birthday, (Name).” You smiled.

This birthday will probably be one of the best ones for you and Gilbert.
Okay, I've submitted this already on Prussia's birthday, and for some reason it was deleted without giving me a reason or a notification. I find nothing wrong with this. There's no sexual content or anything, but there's only like one sentence describing a kiss and Gilbert asking for one each day, but is that really a reason to delete it? If this is deleted again, I want reasons that make sense, so that I at least know what to avoid doing next time. Seriously, deviantArt, you're starting to get on my nerves which is not easy to do since I'm very tolerant.

I'm just saying, but there's nothing wrong with the accent I added and I apologize if it is offensive, but just tell me what I did wrong and I'll fix it. I want some say in the things that are related to me.

On the other hand, if there are any mistakes, please tell me and I'll fix them. Some of you have already read this, but feel free to read it again.

Hetalia & Gilbert © Hidekaz Himaruya

You © Gilbert Beilschmidt
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I always wanted draw my One piece OC Kobato dancing with her long dress hun~ <3 so here she is~ Probably dancing for Aokiji~ <3 :heart: its not so easy to find good poses and such OTL but Im so happy with how it turned out especially after I started so many sketches today and nothing really gave me motivation to ifnish it ^w^; and then suddenly this picture was done so fast OTL why cant it always be like that TTvTT but you always have to try many things till you found something you like OTL so remember~ even if it seems like you wont be able to do anything this day, sketch a bit furtehr and you may create something great~ <3


Kobato belongs to me~

Art by me

One piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda~

All Rights Reserved Notice by Kezzi-Rose
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An art trade with :icondarkgirl1999: this her part of the trade…
She wanted a China x Vietnam fan art. I'm not really good at romance unfortunately so i hope it looks okay^^;
Hope you like it:) i'msorryforthebadanatomy.... :iconorzplz:

The characters belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz(correct me if i'm wrong) from the series Hetalia
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So because the Nyotalia mochis began to popping up I decided to make Fem Germany~

Well, hope you like it~! X333 :iconyayfemgermanyplz: :heart:
Feel free to use but please tell and credit me~ 83 :heart:

For more icons click here :…

Base & tutorial by :iconhetaliamoldova:
Webside used :
(Nyotalia) Germany from Axis Powers Hetalia (c) :iconhimaruyaplz:
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Mochi!RussiaxReader Part 3

After _______ had gone off to bed with her evil mochi Alfred strolled over to the shelf that contained her vast collection of movies.  There was no way in hell he was going to sleep…  No dreams for him, no sir!  So he grabbed an action movie and popped it in before settling on the couch with his coffee.

About halfway through his movie, Alfred started to feel a little hungry.  Not to mention he needed some more coffee so he could stay awake.  Stretching, Alfred made his way to the kitchen, but when he entered he was that little monster sitting next to the coffee maker.  “Didn’t _______ take you to bed?”

The demon didn’t answer, it just giggled and stared at him.  Alfred suppressed a shudder, ‘It’s fine, just ignore the thing and it wont bother you…’

So, ignoring the hell spawn that was staring at him, Alfred refilled his cup with the blessing that was coffee.  But just when he was about to take a sip, he heard a familiar and terrifying tune.

Startled, Alfred wildly looked around, trying to find the source of the song, but it was just himself and the mochi.  Alfred just shrugged it off and took a generous gulp of his coffee.  “Ahh… that‘s really good coffee… Where does _______ buy this?” Suddenly, Alfred‘s stomach growled. “Hmm, I am kind of hungry… ________ wouldn’t mind if I made myself something to eat, and I’ll make it up to her later.”

Nodding to himself, Alfred opened the fridge, but then, out of nowhere something dropped onto his head, making an all too familiar kolkolkol sound.  Letting out a strangled yell, Alfred fell back on his butt, the possessed mochi falling into his lap.  Alfred quickly backed away from the ball of evil before him, trying (and failing) not to panic and scream like a little girl.

The two of them stared unblinking at each other, a creepy aura surrounding the mochi.  Then, the mochi spoke to Alfred in a sickly sweet sounding voice, “Don’t touch my owner’s food, da?”

Alfred could only nod furiously, scared out of his mind.  The aura died down a little as the mochi giggled at him, and then shut the refrigerator door.  “Good, the get out of kitchen, da?”

Quick as the Flash, Alfred grabbed his coffee and was back on the couch, shaking uncontrollably.  ‘What the hell was that!?’ he thought, trying to calm himself down.  ‘That thing must be possessed…’

Almost as if the mochi had heard his thoughts, Alfred heard it singing THAT song; it was as if it was mocking him.

“One, two…
Guess who’s coming for you~”

Alfred was defiantly not going to fall asleep… he was already in a nightmare…

You’re POV Next morning

Youo woke up feeling very refreshed.  After stretching, you sat up and looked around for your little mochi.  ‘Wait, where is he?’

Worried, you quickly got dressed and went to go look for him.  The moment you entered the living room, Alfred practically glomped you shouting, “Dude, _______!  Tell that thing in the kitchen to let me have some food!”

Wriggling out of his hold you asked, “What are you talking about?  What thing?”

“That possessed demonic thing you call a mochi!” Alfred shouted, waving his arms around.

You rolled you’re eyes, “What did he do?”

“It wont let me get anything to eat!”

“Probably because you always eat all my food when you come over,” you deadpanned.

“But _______….” he whined.

You held up your hands in defeat, “Alright, alright… How about I make you some waffles.  But after that, you need to go home.”  

He grinned, “You’re awesome ________!“

You studied Alfred for a moment, taking note of how tired he looked.  “Alfred, did you really not sleep at all last night?”

Alfred’s face fell.  “No…” he mumbled.

You sighed, “It was just a movie Alfie…”

“It wasn’t just that!” he said defensively.  “That hell spawn of yours was singing that creepy song all night!”

You shook your head in disbelief.  “Whatever Alfred…”  With that you walked into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

------------------Timeskip of awesome-----------------

After you had finished cooking the waffles, you set up the table and called Alfred for breakfast.  He peeked around the entrance and looked around before he finally entered and took his seat.  “Quit being a big baby, Alfred.”

Alfred gave you a look before starting on his waffles.  Ignoring the look, you pulled open the fridge an pulled out a large bottle of vodka.

Alfred raised an eyebrow, “Vodka?  This early?”

“It’s not for me.”

“What do you-”

Alfred was suddenly interrupted by a joyous cry from the tiny white blob that came flying across the room.  “VODKAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!”

Smiling, you poured the vodka for the mochi, who happily drank it.  Alfred stared in shock, “It… drinks… vodka?’

“Yes, he does.”

“O… kay…”

After breakfast was over, Alfred said goodbye and left, though you reminded him to get some sleep.  Closing the door you turned to se your mochi staring at you from the table.  Sighing, you walked over and picked him up.  “I suppose you want a reward for guarding my food, huh?”

The mochi just giggled happily in response.  You smiled despite yourself.  “Well, I suppose I should, but next time don’t scare him so much, okay?”


Thinking for a moment, you leaned forward and placed a small kiss on the mochi’s nose before setting him back down on the table.  “I’m going to go get ready, we’re going to Eduard’s house today.”

Mochi Russia’s POV

I watched in disbelief as _______ walk off to her room.  That angel lied to me!  I got a kiss from her, but I was still a mochi!

‘That’s not how magic works, chap.’

I jumped at the sound of the voice. “Who’s there?” I asked, looking around, only to find nothing.

‘You know very well who the bloody hell it is you twit…’ came the sarcastic voice of what I now recognized as the deceitful angel.

‘Now that’s a bit far Ivan.  I’m not deceitful.’

“Get out of my head…” I growled.

‘That’s no way for someone to treat the one who’s trying to help them.’

“Help?  _________ kissed me!  But I’m still just a mochi!”

‘It has to be a love filled kiss.  And on the lips.  Anything less than that and the spell will not work.’

“But then how do I get her do that?”
I questioned, I could feel an ache in my heart.

‘I couldn’t tell you that.  But I know you can find a way.  You’re a determined fellow.’

I sat in silence, thinking to myself.  I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I didn’t even notice _______ had come back.  “Alright, let’s go to Eduard’s.  I’m sure you’ll have some fun with his mochi’s while we’re doing work.”

Hmm…. And maybe there I could find a way to… yes… maybe…  I’ll have to ask the other mochi to see what they think.
Next part!

Oh my, what is Mochi Ivan going to do now?

If you haven't figured it out yet, the movie you made Alfred watch was the original Nightmare on Elm St.

Part 4:…
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OK so because I sort of make Prussia seem like the bad guy in my GermanyxReader story, I decided to make a PrussiaxReader fluff! Enjoy! :3 You know the drill, if theres **__** Infront of words then that means your thinking :3


You woke with a start, panting, lying on your back and staring at the ceiling, your heart pounding. You gulped and slid down underneath the covers. That was one creepy nightmare.
**what a freaky dream.... Damn it! WHY do I always read creepypasta's before I go to sleep?!** You thought. You suddenly felt something move your bed and you froze. You entire body heated up and your heart pounding. You then cleared your mind and remembered that it was your boyfriend, Gilbert beside you. You came out from under the blanket and looked at him. He was lying on his back, muscular arms spread and his hair was messy. You curled up against him and almost automatically, as if by instinct that he knew it was your body against his, he manouvered on his sude and wrapped his arms around you. You blushed and nuzzled into him. But you were still to scared to sleep. It was dark outside. Every now and then, Prussia would murmer ''awesome'' in his sleep.

You stayed awake until it became bright. You noticed Prussia moving in his sleep and rubbing his eyes so you quickly closed yours and pretended to be sleeping. He stretched and you could hear him give a small happy sigh. He moved your hair out of your eyes and gave a small kiss on your forehead. He got out of bed and you stayed in it. You eventually fell asleep due to pure exhaustian.

''Oi, Frau! vake up!'' Prussia said, shaking you slightly. You murmured tiredly.
''The Awesome me has toast and juice~~'' he said in a sing song voice. You sat up and chewed on some toast. Prussia placed the juice and the bedside table and got back into bed with you and you leaned against him tiredly.
''Katzchen, you ok?'' He asked, nuzzling into your hair.
''No, I didnt sleep at all last night'' you whispered.
''You vere asleep vhen I vke up'' he said.
''I faked it.'' You said simply.
''Vhy didnt you sleep'' He asked. You explained it all to him.
''Awwww, schatz! We both know creepypastas are awesome and we both know creepypastas are jsut made up!'' he laughed. You hugged him tightly.
''But Prussia! They're scary! BEN! Jeff! Abandoned Disney! SQUUUUUUUUUUIIIIDWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD!!!!'' You howled into his chest. He was weaing his black wifebeater top and you could feel his toned chest. He wrapped strong arms arund you.
''N'awwwwww sehr süß!! He sang, hugging you tightly. He pulled away slightly and pushed your hair out of your eyes, cupping your face gently with strong hands and looked into your eyes.
''____, Theyre fake, and besides, I vouldnt let anyone, or ANYTHING, hurt you. Especially not some thing in a negative-looking mickey mouse costume!Your too awesome so Im not letting you be scared!'' he said. He kissed you and you kissed back. You both lay on the bed kisssing for a while then you got up and got dressed. It was a lovely sunny day and you and Prussia were going out for a picnic! Prussia was wearing a white band tshirt and light blue jeans, looking as casual as ever. You pulled on light denim shorts, cute red converse and a red strappy top. The straps had red frill on them and a skinny black belt around your waist. You and Prussia packed a picnic basket. Well, you packed, Prussia exclaimed that you two should only bring sweets. You packed sandwhiches, coca-cola, baked treats and of course, sweets. You two set off for the park down the road, which was filled with families, couples, people walking their dogs and children in the play center. You two found a nice secluded area under a big tree .
''Its soo warm!'' You said happily, sitting down beside your boyfriend.
''I know! Its awesome!'' You had a great day with Prussia. It was so fun! Playing, eating, messing, mock-wrestling, kissing.... It made you forget all about the creepypasta's! You two returned home around 8:30PM. The sky was a pretty orange-red-yellowy colour, tinted with purple and pinky clouds.
When you two got home you two made a fort and watched movies, changing into your pyjamas and eating more sweets. When 1:00AM rolled around, you both went upstairs and slid into bed. Prussia turned off the light and all your fears came back. You whimpered and ducke under the convers. Prussia wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead, pulling the blanket around you a bit more. You nuzzled into his chest. You felt so safe in Prussias arms.
''Prussia, you'll always protect me, right?'' You whispered into his chest.
''I vill always protect you, ____, Sweet dreams, Frau, ich liebe dich...'' He murmured.
''Night night, Prussia, I love you too...Thank you....'' you whispered.

Im proud of this, Im going to award myself with some Monster and Germancest~ :3
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Ok this is kinda silly but it just makes me happy ok :meow:
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It was official; Kuroo Tetsurou was the best cuddle buddy ever.
It wasn't simply cuddling that we are talking about, no, he made it simply majestic.
His arms and legs were long and slender, easily to wrap them around your body, to tangle his longer limbs with yours, the large feet, which may or may not were covered in socks, brushing over your with your school pants covered legs, one arms securely wrapped around your waist whilst the other was used as a pillow as you slept.
Kuroo watched his slight softened eyes how you rested peacefully in his arms.

He had heard from other that you haven't felt good lately and that your sleep wasn't doing so good as well.

The black haired male knew that his hugs could fulfill magic, that was no secret, and he also was aware of that you would do anything for a good hug or cuddling.
That was the reason why he was your cuddle buddy.
Kuroo would always tell you 'no homo' – of course – before pulling you down with him as he would flop down on either yours or his bed, would pull you close and press your face against his chest whilst he would place the underside of his chin on the mop of the hair of yours.

Which led us to the current situation again, of course.

You were trapped between him and the wall, not that you really cared since, well, you were sound asleep, shamelessly abusing the volleyball player's arm as a cushion to rest one's head on, the back slightly touching the wall behind you.
A single strand of your hair slipped into your face, not fitting into the previous picture of your visage.

Lifting his hand that he had been resting on the small of your back, it was limply raised by him; the nibble fingers guided to the cheekbone as they brushed the exposed skin of yours to the single, loose strand of the hair.
He tried to stroke it back, gently so you wouldn't even feel it the slightest during your slumber but it just kept on falling back.

He narrowed his already lathy eyes, the corner of his mouth formed into a straight line as he watched how that stubborn piece of hair kept on falling into the place where it was actually not supposed to be.

He gave an annoyed sigh.

Softly, he tried to pull out the arm from underneath your head and wow, your head was heavier than it looked. After some struggling and silent cursing, he had replaced his limb with an actual pillow, shifted so he was lying on his side and directly with his face facing yours.
He raised both of his hands, the elbows softly touching his firm stomach, as he now used both hands to keep that stupid hair of yours tamed.

The third year started to run his hands through your locks, combed it with his fingers up to the point where he had nested your face in his chest and massaged your scalp with a slight humming, the eyes closed as his lips wore his usually half-smirk-half-smile smile, where they twitched from this to that one since he couldn't decide to either tease you later on or just enjoy this moment of peace and comfort.

He buried his nose in your hair, breathed in heavily and inhaled the scent of your shampoo, which caused a shudder to run down his spine.
Just as he was about to close his eyes and welcome the sleep as well, he heard you murmur into his chest, loud enough for him to hear and to feel embarrassed about only to cover it up with a weak, half-assed smirk that you weren't even able to see anyway.

“What are you doing. I thought this is a no homo thing.”

“N-Nothing! And it is not homo at all!”

But it is, Kuroo, it is.
// Kuroo Tetsurou x Male!Reader//

could've named it no homo as well tbh--

something small for my dear Ji-Yunn bc Ji-Ji wasn't feeling good lately ♥

I hope i didn't fail you, like what is this frick frack even like wtf-

Is it fluffy? Kinda? A little?
I hope at least a little, after all that angst that I have written.

Thank you so much for reading this!

Picture © Haruichi Furudate

Story/ Plot © KatelinLikesFeenie

 © Yourself

Kuroo "No Homo" Tetsurou 
© Haikyuu!!

 © Haruichi Furudate

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"So..." Felicia started hesitantly, rocking back and forth on her feet and looking at the floor, since she hadn't had the courage to look up at Monika in front of her yet. She kept her arms behind her back, holding a paper bag which hit her bottom every time she moved forward. "New Year's Eve is coming..." she said somewhat nervously before biting her bottom lip for a second, then took a deep breath and got to the point. "And I'm going to Roma for a while to see my sister. I'm only coming back on the fifth, and I won't be here to give you this, so here you go." She stopped, extended her hand with the bag towards Monika and said a quick prayer in herself, hoping her always nice and never grumpy friend wouldn't find her little gift too embarrassing. It seemed a good idea when she was in that store, but not now that she was standing there.

Hesitating maybe just as much, Monika curiously took the bag and dug into it after mumbling a soft, unsure thanks. She pulled out something that made her gasp shortly, but after forcing herself to stop frowning quickly and blinking a few times, she took a deep breath and all she could do was smile, accepting defeat from her once again. She didn't know what she had been expecting from her.
"I've never seen so much lace at once in my life." She said with a silly smile as she examined the set of lingerie she had just received.
"And it's red too." Felicia shrugged, grasping her own hands tightly behind her back in her nervousness. "It brings you luck and everything."
"That's great. Thank you." Monika dropped the way too lacy for her liking underwear back into the bag, but when she saw that Felicia was still standing there in the same way, just as shy and nervous as before, she was wondering if she still wanted something.

"Anything else?"
"Um..." And she started that rocking again which always annoyed Monika after a while, but she never said anything. "Won't you try it on?" She slowly lifted her gaze up at her. "I have even washed it for you."
"Oh... Well..." Monika found herself frowning again, not exactly comfortable with the gift or the idea of wearing it at all. But then... Being all awkward for a minute or two for her seemed to be way better than offending her and dealing with her bad mood for the rest of the day. The look on her face and the way she did anything at all, so nonchalantly and bored, made her feel guilty every single time. She took a deep breath and gave in. "Alright, but just because you're asking me to, Ita."

Hearing those words made Felicia - or Ita, how Monika called her, at first just to make fun of the way she said Italia, but later it had become just a nickname for her that she quickly grew fond of - really happy, so much that she suddenly threw her arms around Monika's neck and held her tightly.
"Great, I'm sure it will look good on you!" she said with a big smile. Monika patted her back, then pushed her gently away.
"Let me go change then."
"Sure thing!" Ita sang and watched her leave towards her room. She only followed her to the door, which was left half open, so she could not see inside, but they could hear each other.

"Do you want me to be nice or honest?" Came the questions from inside after a short time. One could hear the discomfort in her voice, which she failed to suppress.
"Is it uncomfortable?" Felicia asked worriedly from outside.
"No, no, it's not that."
"It doesn't even show so much..." Her voice suddenly became weaker, which Moni thought would be a sign of Ita one step closer to cry.
"Sorry, but..." she had to say it, she found no better way to describe the feeling. "I feel like there's some first class prostitute looking back at me in the mirror." At least she could avoid using the word whore.
"Pretty sure it looks good." Felicia's voice shook. "Or just cha-"
Monika heard a sound from her that resembled a hiccup, but she had a worse feeling about that. She started mentally preparing herself to comfort her, growing somewhat worried at the same time.
"Feli?" She walked towards the door and opened it fully to see her.  

She regretted the decision immediately, and she stepped back inside, hiding her body behind the door, only sticking her head out of the room to see. To glare. To give the I swear I'm going to beat you up look to Luciano, who had an arm around Felicia and a hand on her mouth. He was holding her from behind, a carefree smile on his face.
"Come on, we both want to see. One second wasn't really enough." He grinned. His captive had had her eyes tightly closed until then, she looked up slowly to give a sincerely apologetic look to Moni.
"Idiot. Let the girl go." Monika nearly growled.
"Why, it's not like I'd hurt her. She does a very good job dressing you for me. Right, my dear?" He looked down at her, but all she did was groan and roll her eyes. She couldn't talk anyway, Luciano's hand was in the way, holding her cheeks maybe a little too tightly, his thumb pressing firmly against her cheekbone. His shoulders twitched in a short shrug. "It's just that she talks a lot of silly things and never admits she could be my right hand."
"You helped him?!" Monika gasped suddenly.

"Mh?!" Feli's eyes widened suddenly as she lifted her gaze at her again, then shook her head as much as she could, Luciano's hold still preventing her from moving a lot, but she desperately tried to tell that she had nothing to do with him, it was just that she was too scared to tell Moni when he suddenly appeared behind her back, and when she still tried to warn her, he shut her up. She struggled to be free from him, but he still wouldn't let go.
"Don't push me, I love you." Luciano cooed innocently, removed his hand from her mouth and wrapped his other arm around her too, holding one of her shoulders down with his upper arm and the other with his hand that was on her mouth before. He leaned down to press his cheek against hers, his upper arm not letting her turn her head away from him too much.
"I don't, so leave me alone." Felicia mumbled, tense in his arms, waiting for the chance to get away.
"So mean, you're worse than Lovi." Luciano chuckled. "But Moni can always save you, if she comes out looking like that first class prostitute, I'll have her instead of you right away." He looked up from Felicia back to the door, but he couldn't see Monika anymore.

"Where -" he started but couldn't finish.
"Hände hoch." Luciano heard from behind him, as well as feeling something hard pressing against his back near his shoulder blade on the side which Ita had already managed to pull away from, but nothing more. She was trying to escape on his other side. Luciano froze, but hadn't loosened the hold a bit yet.
"Are you seriously crazy? Are you going to shoot me, or what?" He asked, thinking Monika has completely lost it. "She's still with me."
"Yeah. Let her go." The calm, firm reply came.
"How did you get behind me?" He groaned, angry that Monika could somehow trick him.
"My house has windows. Let her go."

Closing his eyes he sighed, and slowly lifted his hands up in the air, releasing Felicia, the hard object pressing harder into his back convincing him rather fast. His captive jumped away from him in the second his arms were finally peeled off of her and ran to Moni. What he least expected though, was that the girl suddenly started laughing. Surprised, he turned around slowly to see Feli giggle with a wide grin and Monika, holding up and playing with a thick pen between her fingers, a smug smile on her face. She was now wearing a black T-shirt and sweatpants, something she quickly threw on before getting outside through her window. Luciano let his hands drop. He looked furious. He was fooled, how could he let that happen?
"Well, Romeo, maybe some other time." Monika chuckled and threw the pen away. "Do you still want something?"
"No." He growled.
"Great. Now, I'm already having enough Italians at my place without you, could you come back some other time perhaps?"
Without any further words, Luciano left them, and the girls could enjoy the rest of the evening in peace.
I'm just gonna say Italies are a big family. 
Monika wins.
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Trade half for awesomely awesome :iconvalixy:. Their inspiring character RED. 
This is a scheduled submit. I will answer / Read comments as soon I have time from the work.
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"Gil, it's a bad idea." you said to the person on the other side of the phone.

"No, it's not." he replied.

"Yes, it is." you insisted. You were on the phone with your friend, Gilbert, who was getting ready to go to a party.

"What's so bad about going to a party at Mathias' place?" he huffed.

"Because Mathias always has beer and you like beer and I'm as sure as hell that you're gonna end up drunk." you said as a matter-of-factly.

Gilbert scoffed. "Yeah, right. I bet that I'll come home sober!" he said.

"And if you do I'll give you a prize!" You replied sarcastically.

Gilbert chuckled. "Anyways, are you sure you don't wanna come with me?"

"Gil, you know my dad won't let me." you sighed. Your dad had always been overprotective of you. "Even if he did, I wouldn't go. I don't like parties."

You heard Gilbert sighed and a slight rustling sound. You assume that he was putting on a jacket. "Fine... I gotta go now. See ya, [Name]!"

"Bye!" you said as you hung up. You and Gilbert had been friends since the start of high school. You didn't know how it happens. He was a people person, you were a quiet bookworm. Total opposites. You always had a crush on him but you didn't wanna tell him. It'll ruin your friendship with him.

You sighed as you thought about the party Gilbert's going to. You wondered if other girls were gonna be there. "What am I thinking? Of course there are!" The thought of Gilbert making out with another girl made you feel jealous. You shook head vigorously. "Who he makes out with is not my business!"

"[Name]?" you heard your father said. "Are you still on the phone?"

"No, dad! I'm going to sleep!" you replied as you pulled the blanket over your head.

"Alright, good night, sweetheart."

"Nighty night, dad."


I don't care what you think as long as it's about me! The best of us can find happiness in-

The loud ringtone woken you up from your slumber. You immediately sat up and grabbed your phone, hoping that it didn't wake your parents. "What do you want, Gilbert?" you said as you picked up the call. You didn't even need to check the caller ID, you assigned him a ringtone which fits him perfectly.

"Hey, [Name]!" Gilbert slurred.

"Gil, are you drunk?" you asked but you knew that he was.

"What? No 'hi'?" he asked.


"Hey, darling!" Gilbert said happily.

You felt you cheeks heating up. "G-Gil, you're drunk."

"Yeah... Maybe I am."

"Do you want me to pick you up?" you asked as you glanced at the time. It was 2a.m.

"No need." The German answered. "I'm already here. Check your window."

You were about to ask him what he meant when he hung up. You clicked your tongue as you walked over to your window. You pushed your window open and saw the albino standing outside. "Juliet, O Juliet!" Gilbert said.

"You know that's her line. And it's 'Romeo, O Romeo!'" you corrected him. "Did you walked here?"

"Yes. Now come down, frau."

"What, no! Go home, Gil!"

"Please, [Naaaame]... Don't make me walk all the way here for nothing!" He pleaded, giving you the puppy dog eyes.

You sighed. "Fine..." you could never say no to that face. You quietly exited your room and unlocked the back door. You found Gilbert waiting for you outside. "Gil, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you!" he said. He tried to give you a hug but ended up stumbling and falling face first to the ground. "Ow..." He sat up and brushed the dirt off his face.

"Gil! You shouldn't move around much when you're drunk." you said as you knelt beside him.

"Oh yeah, about that! I'm not drunk." he said as he held his head high. "Now, gimme the prize you were talking 'bout earlier!"

You stared at him suspiciously. "I'm pretty sure you're drunk. You slurred your words a bit, you fell down when there's nothing to trip over and you smell like beer. So you get no prize." you stated.

"I can prove that I'm not drunk!" he said, suddenly leaning closer.

"A-and just how will you prove it?" you cursed yourself for stuttering. Gilbert stared into your eyes for a moment before planting a kiss on your lips. Your eyes widen in surprised. He kissed me! you said mentally as you kissed him back. 'Wait, I don't taste any alcohol.'

Gilbert pulled away and grinned. "Well?" he asked.

"You're a good kisser." you replied.

The German laughed. "Not that, frau! I was asking if you could taste any alcohol on my breath! But thanks, you're a good kisser too."  

"O-oh..." Your face heated up. "I-I supposed I need to give you your prize now... What do you want?"

"Hmm... Let's see..." Gil smiled softly as he played with a lock of your hair. "Be my girlfriend?"

You stared at him for a moment. 'Is he serious?!'

"This isn't a joke, right?" you asked.

"[Name], I'm very serious." Gilbert replied. "So what do you think?"

You smiled as you held his hand. "Yes."

Gilbert grinned widely as he kissed you again. "Awesome! I won't let you down, frau!"

He leaned in and kissed you on your cheek. A sudden thought crossed your mind. "Gil?"


"How are we gonna tell my dad about this?"
Edit: Ah! I forgot somethin' ^^; The ringtone is a song called I Don't Care by the Fallout Boys

Forgive me for an un-creative title :iconlazycryplz:

Sry for not submitting much lately T^T School started and maths sucks and I've got no idea what to write :iconsadcraiplz: 

But on the bright side, I finally wrote a PrussiaxReader!:iconyayprussiaplz: I was in a daze so it might sound a bit rushed ^^; Gomen...

Btw, didja guys know that Pokemon REuby and Sapphire's getting a remake! La la la la  My dreams came true~~:happybounce: 

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Soldier Girl

You were P.O’ed. You have just spoken to Germany and he had the nerve to tell you that you shouldn’t train on the cadets’ obstacle course. Because you were a girl! As you stormed into the manor you call home, you were absolutely tempted to storm back there and punch the German in the face.

“What a sexist! I can do just as well as the next guy! Heck! Half the time, I might as well be a boy!”

You caught yourself as you said that sentence. Then, an evil grin came to your face.

“Well, if it’s a boy Germany wants, it’s a boy he’s gonna get.”

You dashed back to your (f/c) room and got to work. You took out an old pair of cameo pants and some combat boots. Don’t ask how you got them. The hardest part in your plan was hiding your chest, which took an insane amount of duct tape and the baggiest tank top you could find. The last part in your plan was to hide your (h/c) in a cameo cadet cap, securing your hair with hair pins.

Once that was done, you headed for the obstacle course.
You’ve arrived just in time as Germany was beginning to address the cadets, noticing your disguised self.

“Where have you been, kadett? We were just about to start!”

You barely flinched at Germany’s voice as you disguised your own.

“Sorry about that, sir! Zipper trouble.”

The entire troop cringed in sympathy as you took your place at the line. Germany continued to speak to you.

“Who are you, kadett? Why is there a (nation outside Germany) soldier in the German military?”

You had a cover story for those questions.

“Cadet Will Carlson, sir! I am here for a one-day cadet exchange program, sir!”

There was only one part in your story that you doubted and that was the ‘exchange program’ part. Germany gave you a stern look, thinking your cover has been blown, until the German spoke.

“Very well. Let us continue the day’s exercise, ja?

You saluted, relieved that Germany hadn’t discovered you yet.
Hours later…

You were so sore, it wasn’t even funny. From 8 am to dusk, Germany has drilled you and your fellow cadets over and under the obstacle course as well as run through some other army stuff that you didn’t know until you’ve observed your troop. From marching, to push-ups, to sit-ups and other things that your tired brain was unable to remember.

You waited until the last of the cadets left before you entered the locker room. You were far too sore to make it back to your room, which had a private bathroom, and you wanted to heal your sore muscles with some hot water.

However, just as you have stripped yourself and entered the stall did you hear a man’s voice speak.

“Mind if I shower here, kadett?

You withheld a scream as you turned your body slowly to see Germany, completely nude, enter the neighboring stall next to yours. Thankfully, the stall was high enough for him not to see your feminine form, but you could still see most of his body. Grateful that you hadn’t taken off your hat yet, you answered him.

“Sure thing, sir.”

You struggle not to stare as you showered under the hot water. You had to admit the German was very handsome and his muscularly-toned body was added proof of that. The steam from the showers created a bit of a fog, so you were able to relax a bit. Then, Germany spoke.

“You did well today, kadett. While you may have gotten some orders backwards, you’d make a fine soldier in a real war.”

You gulped.

“Thank you, sir. I try my best.”

Germany then gave a half-laugh.

“I can see that. Although, there is one who I know would have done better than you.”

“Oh, really? Who, sir?” You asked, trying hard not to lose your temper.

What Germany said next surprised you.

“Our judge, fraulein ____. She is clearly as strong as any soldier and has the will and determination to fulfill a mission. But I had to turn her away when she asked if she could train on the obstacle course.”

“Why, sir? If I may ask.” You asked, knowing the reason.

But the German surprised you yet again.

“I said to her that it is the fraulein’s duty to remain at home and tend to everyday life. But that is a lie.”

You raised your eyebrow.

“How so, sir?”

“It is because I care for fraulein ____....very deeply. If she were in a real war and she got hurt, or worse, I could never live with myself. I would lay my life on the line for her.”

You froze in surprise as you saw Germany gaze towards the ceiling, a blush forming on his face. Good thing you were actually in a hot shower, otherwise you’d have to think of an explanation for your own blush.

“Wow, sir. Sounds like she’s something special.”

Germany closed his eyes as he smiled.

Ja…you are,...fraulein ___.”

Hearing your name, you gaped at the German, who smiled at you. Before you can say anything, he spoke to you, giving you not a scowl, but a dreamy smile.

“Throughout your training, I was able to see a glimmer of something in your shirt. At first, I thought it was a dog tag. Until you nearly lost your shirt at the barbed wires.”

“But why didn’t you say anything earlier? That was at the beginning of the course.” You asked.

Germany then gently pulled you close until your face was only inches away from his, as he said something that would make you smile whenever you see him.

“Because…you are my proud, spirited, and beautiful soldier girl.”
Sorry this took so long. I have run out of gas for Hetalia.

For the next one, I'm gonna need some help. You will be going to a private cherry blossom viewing with Japan and I need to know what goes on at those things. The closest thing we have where I'm from is Maple trees.

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