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Gilbert turned around with a frown on his face, hearing his name, yet the expression on his face softened slightly, when he saw you waving towards him. You broke off from Emma's grip, and made your way towards Gilbert.
"Hey, Gil." You said, exhaling.
"Using me as the excuse, are you?" he chuckled.
"W-What?"
"Emma's one of the most popular girls in the school. What's your problem?"
"Oh," You huffed, understanding what he was talking about. "Dude, she's fucking creepy! She's so clingy!"
Gilbert looked at you, for a moment, and then burst out laughing. "C-Clingy?"
"She was clinging to my arm! Didn't you see?" You cried in protest.
"I'd bet that 75% of the school would kill to be in your position."
"Fuck no." You grimaced. "I hate my position..." Suddenly, an afterthought struck you, and before you realised, you had already blurted it out.
"You're not part of that 75%, are you?"
Gilbert looked at you, curiously, forcing you to stare at the ground, as you two walked together. "I-I didn't mean-"
"Nein." He replied, after a while, "Emma's not my type of girl."
You laughed. "Gilbert Beilschmidt has a type?"
"My reputation precedes me again, doesn't it?" He sighed in mock vain, making you laughed even more.
"Well...yeah. I've heard that you just kinda hook up with any girl with a decent rack and ass." For some reason, you didn't feel shy – not in the least. Maybe Gilbert and you were developing a closer relationship. Or maybe you were just getting used to being a boy.
"Not true." He replied, tersely. "There is a certain type-"
"Sure."
"What, you think I'm just lying?"
"Don't ask me!"
"I'm not asking you – I'm telling you!"
"From what I've heard-"
"From what you've heard" Gilbert scoffed. "You probably think I'm an idiot."
"Which isn't all that false." You replied, with a smile, but he just continued to speak.
"She's gotta be smart, nice, friendly, and gorgeous."
It sort of hit you like a blow to the stomach. With the exception of the first, and that too only in comparison to Antonio and Francis, maybe, you really couldn't see yourself being any of the rest. Oh, maybe kind, as well. Kinder than the Bad Touch Trio, for sure.
Forcing a strained laugh, you commented "Everything that you're not, huh?"
"Hey!" He protested, yet there was a laugh in his voice. "I'm all that, AND awesome!" After a pause, though, he added. "Nein, you're right, though, but dare you tell anyone this, or else-"
"My lips are sealed." You smiled, yet the smile didn't reach your eyes.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
You weren't surprised to find your front door unlocked, but you were more than surprised to find Melanie along with Francis sitting on your sofa.
"What the fu-" You began to exclaim, but Melanie silenced you, with a hug.
"Oh, [Name]! I'm kinda happy you came back, early!"
"[N-Name]?" You stuttered out, glancing at Francis. "Why're you calling me by my cousin's name?"
"T'en fais pas, I know what has happened." He replied, a small smile on his face.
"Wait, you TOLD him?" You spluttered, trying out of Melanie's grip.
When she finally stepped back, she had the biggest smile on her face. "Dude, Gilbert has a massive crush on you! Seriously!"
"How do you even know all of this?" You frowned, more than displeased at the sudden turn of events.
"Francis told me, of course!" She laughed, making you turn your frown towards him.
"Oui, it is true, mon am...ah, chère [Name]. Gilbert really is serious about you.
Conflicting feelings coursed through you. On one hand, you could believe Francis and Melanie, and strangely, you did want to trust Francis, even, yet...your more critical mind kicked in, telling you that there was no way in hell that this would work out. As hot, angry tears pricked your eyes, your rushed to your bedroom, wordlessly, and slammed the door shut.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
"Is she all right, Melanie?"
"I think it's just PMS."
"Mais...she is a man, no? Then how could-"
"It doesn't matter."
Francis decided to not pursue the matter any further.
"Hey, Gil." You said, exhaling.
"Using me as the excuse, are you?" he chuckled.
"W-What?"
"Emma's one of the most popular girls in the school. What's your problem?"
"Oh," You huffed, understanding what he was talking about. "Dude, she's fucking creepy! She's so clingy!"
Gilbert looked at you, for a moment, and then burst out laughing. "C-Clingy?"
"She was clinging to my arm! Didn't you see?" You cried in protest.
"I'd bet that 75% of the school would kill to be in your position."
"Fuck no." You grimaced. "I hate my position..." Suddenly, an afterthought struck you, and before you realised, you had already blurted it out.
"You're not part of that 75%, are you?"
Gilbert looked at you, curiously, forcing you to stare at the ground, as you two walked together. "I-I didn't mean-"
"Nein." He replied, after a while, "Emma's not my type of girl."
You laughed. "Gilbert Beilschmidt has a type?"
"My reputation precedes me again, doesn't it?" He sighed in mock vain, making you laughed even more.
"Well...yeah. I've heard that you just kinda hook up with any girl with a decent rack and ass." For some reason, you didn't feel shy – not in the least. Maybe Gilbert and you were developing a closer relationship. Or maybe you were just getting used to being a boy.
"Not true." He replied, tersely. "There is a certain type-"
"Sure."
"What, you think I'm just lying?"
"Don't ask me!"
"I'm not asking you – I'm telling you!"
"From what I've heard-"
"From what you've heard" Gilbert scoffed. "You probably think I'm an idiot."
"Which isn't all that false." You replied, with a smile, but he just continued to speak.
"She's gotta be smart, nice, friendly, and gorgeous."
It sort of hit you like a blow to the stomach. With the exception of the first, and that too only in comparison to Antonio and Francis, maybe, you really couldn't see yourself being any of the rest. Oh, maybe kind, as well. Kinder than the Bad Touch Trio, for sure.
Forcing a strained laugh, you commented "Everything that you're not, huh?"
"Hey!" He protested, yet there was a laugh in his voice. "I'm all that, AND awesome!" After a pause, though, he added. "Nein, you're right, though, but dare you tell anyone this, or else-"
"My lips are sealed." You smiled, yet the smile didn't reach your eyes.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
You weren't surprised to find your front door unlocked, but you were more than surprised to find Melanie along with Francis sitting on your sofa.
"What the fu-" You began to exclaim, but Melanie silenced you, with a hug.
"Oh, [Name]! I'm kinda happy you came back, early!"
"[N-Name]?" You stuttered out, glancing at Francis. "Why're you calling me by my cousin's name?"
"T'en fais pas, I know what has happened." He replied, a small smile on his face.
"Wait, you TOLD him?" You spluttered, trying out of Melanie's grip.
When she finally stepped back, she had the biggest smile on her face. "Dude, Gilbert has a massive crush on you! Seriously!"
"How do you even know all of this?" You frowned, more than displeased at the sudden turn of events.
"Francis told me, of course!" She laughed, making you turn your frown towards him.
"Oui, it is true, mon am...ah, chère [Name]. Gilbert really is serious about you.
Conflicting feelings coursed through you. On one hand, you could believe Francis and Melanie, and strangely, you did want to trust Francis, even, yet...your more critical mind kicked in, telling you that there was no way in hell that this would work out. As hot, angry tears pricked your eyes, your rushed to your bedroom, wordlessly, and slammed the door shut.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
"Is she all right, Melanie?"
"I think it's just PMS."
"Mais...she is a man, no? Then how could-"
"It doesn't matter."
Francis decided to not pursue the matter any further.
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PrussiaxReader: Superhelden
Ich glaub an dich.
Ich glaub an dich, glaub an dich, wie du an mich,
du weißt genau ich lass dich nie im Stich, nie.
Ich glaub an dich.
---
I believe in you
I believe in you, believe in you, like you believe in me
You know I won't desert you, never
I believe in you
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You don't know exactly how it happened, but the Allied forces managed to capture you...for about the fifth time this month. By prior knowledge, you knew Germany and Kiku were starting to get tired of having to fight their way through enemy lines to have to drag you back home.
Right now, you were sitting in one of the Allied tents
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PrussiaxReader: Not You
PrussiaxReader-Not you
You walked into your first period class: math. Ugh, how you hate having it first thing in the morning. The only good thing about having this class is that you sat all the way in the back, next to the window and hardly got called on. Only down fall to the whole thing.
"Kesesesesese. The awesome Gilbert is here!" A annoying, yet familiar voice said. You cringed to yourself. 'Oh, why do I have to have all my classes with him?' You thought as you looked up to the ceiling. You where pulled out of your thoughts by a loud slam. You jumped and met your (e/c) orbs with crimson-red ones. "Oi, fraulein. What's up?" Gilbert asked
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PrussiaxReader: What Can I Say?
You treat this like a game
But it's my heart and it's breaking
All because of you
__________________
Sitting in his lap, you looked up an examined his face. The once happy guy you fell in love with wasn't even looking towards you anymore. You sighed, seeing this relationship was caving in before you could stop it.
"Hey Prussia?" You said in a calm voice before his ruby eyes scanned your face, but you couldn't even look into his eyes anymore. "I love you...you know that...right?"
"Of course I do fraü." His grin didn't draw you in as it usually did. Actually, it made you feel even worse seeing him so happy. You k
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