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imaginethebeautifulworld · 3 months

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So I was reading Phantom of the Opera and some of Erik's descriptions made me think so much of Gil! I remembered how amazing your Hades and Persephone fic was, and I was hoping you could do something with the Phantom too? Thanks so much!!!!

Hello, Anon! I absolutely adored Erik in the book, and now that I read your ask, I can easily see the similarities, too~ I grew up on a weird blend of the book, musical, and both the 2004 and Lon Chaney films; I tried to honor that blend in this a bit, but a majority was pulled from memories of the book. I hope you enjoy, and thank you for your patience~

The theatre was filled to bursting, the audience awed, riveted, mesmerized, your voice weaving an enchantment over hundreds of unsuspecting admirers.

He was proud of you.

Your voice reached him even in the highest and most of isolated rafters, a platform forgotten- abandoned- by the stagehands stationed several stories below. Your voice was full, carrying all of the strength and conviction and passion as the character you were playing.

Gone was the timid spirit he had stumbled upon all those years ago, broken and shattered from loss, left with only the protections of a then-aloof guardian and a firm, dispassionate teacher.

He was drawn to you from that first day, a twist of compassion, of understanding; in spite of your upbringing and (even then) impressive talent, you were still an outsider, your peers and the other students keeping their distance, leery of your background, and some envious even then.

Yes, the companionship and camaraderie would come in time, but in those first few months, he saw the same loneliness and sadness in you he'd once carried so heavily himself, and his heart ached to comfort you.

The first time he spoke to you was purely accidental, a slip of a whisper he prayed you would dismiss as a ghost, or mere imagination. He had grown too comfortable in answering you when you were alone, his voice always near silent as you spoke to your mother, your father, and sometimes the angels themselves.

It was the latter with which you had caught him, crying out with a broken heart after discovering another student had sabotaged your satin slippers, intent on seeing your failure, your embarrassment, and (as likely was the case with that particular little shrew) your dismissal from the school.

But you persevered, successfully completed your performance, never once showing your distress until you were away from the others. It was only then, hidden away in a forgotten practice room that you showed your anger, your sadness, your hopelessness. The mask had fallen, and he was once again struck by the beauty of the fractured soul he admired so deeply.

"Please," you whispered, and it broke his heart to hear it, "I feel so alone."

It ached, being unable to comfort you, seeing your progress and healing of the past few months tested so needlessly. He ached for you; he was angry for you.

"You are not alone."

It was a fleeting, foolish slip, his temper and his longing both getting the better of him. Your sudden silence choked his own breath, his entire body freezing in terror.

For a moment, for an eternity, there was naught but silence.

He didn't dare move, fearful of how even the slightest shift of fabric could give him away, could startle you, could-

"I was half-afraid I had gone mad, speaking with shadows and expecting them to finally reply."

You were... teasing him, only a little, though at the time he was still petrified that you would demand he reveal himself. You had moved closer to the false panel, studying it closely, seeking out any faults that might give away its secrets. For a moment, your eyes were perfectly level with his own, and he feared you could hear his heart racing in his chest.

But soon enough you had drawn away, crestfallen. "Perhaps I have gone mad," you murmured, sighing in defeat. "Perhaps the rumors are true, and you are nothing but a ghost."

Memories of his time spent serving in the court of a distant empire flickered to memory, a rueful sound resembling laughter slipped past his defenses. "Of the many things they may wish and claim me to be, dead is not yet among them."

Your focus once more returned to the panel, and he instinctively took a step back. "Please-" he began, quickly cutting himself off.

Where others would have pressed forward, you paused, then took several steps away from the wall, granting him his distance, a warm sense of appreciation, and another he couldn't name at the time, sparkling to the surface at the warm breath of relieved laughter you released soon after. "You- You're really there."

That moment, one he could still so clearly remember as the peripeteia, the decided, unexpected change to a familiar script, one which would set the trajectory of both of your lives for the next ten years. It would lead to many late nights spent in practice, in conversation, in debates about the literary characters you loved so dearly. "I am always here."

Your aria had drawn to a close, the spell broken by the deafening roar of the audience's applause, and Gilbert was pulled from his memories, unable to conceal his smile.

Brava, Schatz. Bravissima.

He stood to his full height and began to make his way towards the nearby ladder.

For your role, another scene yet remained- a joyful reunion between your character and the valiant hero following the defeat of the jealous villain, a happy end to a romance so riddled with tragedy.

Gilbert needn't see the ending; it was a tale as old as time.

His footsteps were silent and certain, following a path he could traverse in his sleep; he had already paced it many times in his dreams.

Of all the false doors he had constructed in his opera house, there was one he had yet to pass through, one which now loomed before him. The room beyond was bathed in the ethereal golden glow of candlelight, a world outside of the darkness, fueling even more of the torment already plaguing his mind.

He was haunted by his doubts, by his need to... His need to properly introduce himself.

You had risen so high, could fly even higher, could rise above anything the fools in this theatre could ever hope to imagine. With your voice, your grace, your elegance, and your perspicacity, he had no doubts you could soar to a realm where only angels once dare tread. Perhaps it was wrong to want to burden you, to-

Movement on the other side of the glass brought his thoughts once more to a standstill. You were laughing, carefree, glowing with happiness and a brilliant light which followed everyone through the corridors after a triumphant performance. His heart fluttered to see you so beautifully framed, a living portrait he yearned to touch.

He frowned at the thought.

These feelings...

He had cared for you when you first arrived, a deep friendship slowly growing, even as he never allowed you to glance upon him. Slowly, then almost in an erupting whirlwind, those feelings had adapted, deepened, solidified. He was left hoping, wishing...

You were an Angel, in the most benevolent, compassionate of ways, but even an Angel would surely shun a Devil's Child.

For that was what his eyes and his appearance had always been: that of a devil. And surely-

Another figure was entering the room, and you were quick to abandon the comfort of your velvet settee, rushing to embrace-

No.

You were laughing, falling into conversation with an ease that only came-

You were familiar with this... this boy.

Perhaps even intimate, his traitorous thoughts interfered, the herald to the invasive darkness which followed.

It was a cold, bitter thing, rising from the depths, twisting and corrupting his every breath.

He had been careless, allowing you your freedom, allowing you to slip away to the gilded sanctuary of your guardian's maison de ville.

This boy dared to presume he could even look upon you, let alone embrace you, speak with you so candidly, even addressing you by your given name-

Gilbert felt his rage, his envy, grow stronger, even as that bedamned Raoul finally departed for the evening, leaving your bright smile in his wake.

You often called Gilbert your "Angel of Music," a bringer of light to your once dreary and dark days. You used it affectionately, a term of endearment for one you saw as a companion, a compatriot in curiosity.

But much like his namesake, Gilbert was Fallen, cursed, a creature of shadows and Night.

It took so little to pull him back into the Darkness, and now, with the sting of envy plaguing his every thought, Avarice and Doubt whispering in his ear, his ambitions had changed.

You were his.

He would ensure no one else could dare claim you, would have the slightest chance at your heart.

With skill honed from years of practice, Gilbert silently slid open the trap door, his voice carrying over to you in a tone he himself barely recognized. "Insolent boy. The impertinence of him, sharing in our triumph."

You startled at his voice, turning to him instinctively, your eyes widening in disbelief, before you graced him with your brightest smile yet.

Your joy glittered with more radiance than any star in the heavens, but its glimmer eclipsed your awareness, obscuring the darkness in the figure stealing ever closer.

"Hello, Engel."

Thanks for reading!

Special shout-out to @the-scribe-and-her-scribbles for unwittingly inspiring me today to finally sit down and write. She's an amazing writer, and if you haven't checked it out already, I highly recommend her ongoing series It Will Come Back.

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lokolokong-manunulat · 2 years

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My Light

Series Part: Part 2 of 2

Word Count: 1, 068

Warning/s: War. Pregnancy as well.

Note/s: This is a dated story and there will be grammer mistakes. Also I'm sorry for not adding the kanji for the lyrics.

Wattpad Link: My Light (Hetalia Prussia x Reader)

Song Feautured: "Michishirube" by Minori Chihara

Part Link/s: Sincerely | My Light

Flashback

I stared at the ceiling, my mind wandering off to a lot of things before it stopped at one picture.

[Y/N]. . .

Anata no koe ga michishirube (Your voice is my guide.)

I smiled a bit.

I could see her radiant smile as her hair flew with the direction that the wind was going and her eyes were sparkling as her laugh reached my ears.

Ichiwa no tori ga naite iru namae no nai sora ni watashi wo sagashite (A single bird is crying as it searches for me in a nameless sky.)

I could almost hear her call my name in this nostalgic memory I am captured in.

I could feel my smile grow and I closed my eyes, ready to indulge in a beautiful dream with her.

"Hey, Gil," I heard someone ask and I turned to see that it was Alfred.

"Oh, hey." I said casually as he stopped in front of me. "What is it?"

"Well, Francis has this idea." He said. "And he wanted us to send some letters to our loved ones before we go into battle."

"That seems like an awesome idea." I smiled. "I think that'll make the troops motivated."

"Yeah, I also thought of that." Alfred smirked. "And you're going to be our first role model."

What.

"Oh, sure." I smirked but I was a little nervous.

I rarely write letters unless they're reports. How do I handle this?

"Dear [Y/N]," I started to write on a blank piece of parchment. "I want to tell you that you shouldn't worry much about me. I'm doing great. How about you? If you ever miss me just think of how awesome I am fighting for a better tomorrow. Please keep on smiling."

I stopped writing for a while.

"I love you." I mumbled and was about to write it down when I paused.

No, not now. Not at this time.

I sighed before I signed my name.

"Sincerely, Gilbert Beilschmidt"

Yasashisa de ami tsuzuketa yurikago de asu e yukou hare no hi mo ame no hi ni mo anata wo mamoru tame ni (I'll proceed to tomorrow in the cradle of tenderness I've been weaving so I can protect you on clear days, and rainy days too.)

Present

Kakegae no nai takaramono namae no nai hana wa shizuka ni nemuru yo (An irreplaceable treasure, a nameless flower sleeps peacefully.)

I slowly opened my eyes only to be met by sunlight.

I slightly winced at it and when I was about to move an arm to cover my eyes, I felt a hand holding mine.

I looked over at it and saw [Y/N] asleep.

I smiled at her softly.

Iro naki kaze ga yonde iru koinegau furusato natsukashii kaori (A colorless wind is calling. Our birthplace beckons with a familiar scent.)

I looked around me and I realized that I was in one of the guest rooms.

It's been so long, I almost forgot what it looked like until I saw it again today.

I breeze of wind flew in through the open window making me realize on how long I've been gone.

My lips broke into a genuine smile.

"I'm back. . ."

I could feel [Y/N] move her fingers and I could see her lift her head.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty!" I chirped and I could see her snap her head in my direction.

Tooku osanai kioku wa hidamari no you na nukumori (Far-off, childhood memories hold a warmth like the sunlight.)

I paused when our eyes met.It's been so long since I gazed into those eyes and I was suddenly mesmerized.

Utakata no yume kara same kodoku ga "hitori" to shitta (Awakening from a transient dream, loneliness realizes it's all alone.)

"This is real, right?" I heard her say barely above a whisper. "You're finally awake, right?"

I took her hand and placed it on my cheek and I place my hand on her cheek.

"This is real."

I could see her eyes start to fill up with tears.

"Gilbert!" She hugged me tight and I could hear her cry tears of joy. "You're awake!"

I hugged her back.

"Yep, frau. I'm awake." I whispered.

I must've been asleep for a while. The last thing I remembered was the battlefield where my troop had it's last mission.

I pulled her away and wiped away her tears with my thumb.

Sazukerareta tsubasa wo habatakasete tobu koto wo yamenai to yakusoku shiyou hitori ja nai (Flapping the wings we were given, let's promise to never stop flying! We're not alone!)

I gave her a big smile and I leaned over, our foreheads were touching.

"Did you know?" I looked her in the eyes before I gave a little laugh. "I love you."

Negai wa hitotsu dake anata no shiawase (I have only one wish: your happiness.)

I saw her giggle as some tears strayed from her eyes.

"I love you, too."

A few years later. . .

Yasashisa de ami tsuzuketa yurikago de asu wo yukou hare no hi mo ame no hi ni mo "aishiteru" wo tsutaete... (I'll proceed to tomorrow in the cradle of tenderness I've been weaving so I can tell you "I love you" on clear days, and rainy days too.)

I saw her pick some flowers from the garden.

I smiled.

The war is over. . .

It was over along time ago. . .

"Gilbert!" She called out and I went over to her.

"What is it?" I asked when I went over. "Is it the little one?"

I hugged her from behind and touched the little bump that was growing recently.

"Yeah, it's getting really hard for me to do things with this little one." She giggled a bit.

Kono machi ni umareta no wa anata to meguriau tame (I was born in this city so that I could meet you.)

"Heeeeyyyyyyyy," I kneeled down, my eye level was right in front of her stomach. "Can you not give mommy a hard time?"

Kono machi ni umareta kara anata ni meguriaeta (Being born in this city I was able to meet you.)

"Gilbert, don't pressure him." [Y/N] said and playfully smacked me on the head.

I looked up to her and smiled.

"I can't wait to see him."

Ichiwa no tori ga tonde yuku namae no nai sora ni ashita wo sagashite (A single bird flies onwards as it searches for tomorrow in a nameless sky.)

The End

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504py · 2 months

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Yandere Prussia Relationship Headcanons

Gender neutral, no use of Y/N, NSFW, murder, kidnapping mention, stalking, long post ahead!

we're SO BACK JOE. i apologize in advance if i write him strangely 😭😭🙏 but here it is! come get y'all juice!! slowly coming back to hetalia, so my inbox is once again open!!! hope y'all like it!

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How the relationship started...

Gilbert is a very competitive man, and he can't help but be attracted by challenges, even if those challenges are ones that he himself proposes and the other party is completely unaware. This is what has unfortunately happened between you two, and it all started when you rejected his advances towards you.

I apologize for saying this, but I feel that Gilbert is a bit of a "nice guy". He saw you initially as just some pretty person he could fool around and flirt with, but you, obviously, saw right through his act, and said something that stuck with him.

"Are you normally this pathetic?"

He's taken aback, and his red irises shake a little.

Of course, he's used to insults being flung his way, what with how he acts, but a shot to how cool he perceives himself to be would stick.

His white brows crease his previously smirking face, before snapping back.

"Well fuck you too!"

Gilbert wouldn't have any contact with you following this interaction for a long while, and while he tries to forget you and erase you from his memory, you and your words have been laser-burnt into the creases of his brain. You and your damned smile when you look at anyone other than him, the softer tone your voice takes when you talk to other people, versus how your voice seems to have been drained of all enthusiasm and feels like it's a knife dripping with venom when Gilbert talks to you. Why didn't he deserve that nice treatment, too? Was he not even deserving of a small smile from you? He wants you to like him, too. He wants to be the person you like the most; to be the best.

Which resulted in him showing up at your door one evening with flowers and your favorite takeout.

Why does he know your address and why does he know your favorite food and flowers, you ask? Don't worry about it (He was obsessively stalking your social media during the month he was gone).

Gilbert apologizes to you, he sounds sincere, and like the oh-so kind person you are, or maybe you just wanted the food and flowers, you let him into your home.

Expectations...

Gilbert is a very insecure man. His only expectation is for you to look at only him and to love him only. Perhaps he wants you to love him the same way he loves you, obsessively, but he does like the challenge.

He feels like, maybe, if he can fully prove himself to you one day and have your validation, only then can he truly see himself as worthy, as the best for you.

He would have a lot of tunnel vision when it comes to you. To Gilbert, the rest of the world doesn't matter, because you are his whole world. He does tend to look pretty stupid because of it sometimes, but he couldn't care less.

You want him to cook and clean around the house? He'll do it.

You want him to change up his style even if he doesn't really like it? Of course he will!

You want him to carry all the bags while you're out shopping? In a heartbeat. Plus, he gets to show off his strength too. He'd carry you too if you allowed it.

Even if he tries his best not to come off as cocky, he really does like showing off. Being with you has sort of domesticated him, so he'd be a lot more shy about making a show of himself.

I think he'd act like this irregardless on if you accepted him as your boyfriend or not, if anything, I think he'd be even more of a doormat if you refuse to accept him.

He'd get crazier and crazier with his attempts to prove himself to you, such as buying extravagant gifts, doing anything and everything under the sun and moon for you, hell, he'd even legally change his name if you didn't like it.

If you still don't accept him despite everything he's done, I think he'd snap and just take you. He'll keep you with him so you won't run away and he can have as many attempts as it takes to prove himself to you.

But I imagine you'd cave from the guilt and persistence, and eventually accept him. At which, he'd literally scream from relief and happiness and swing you around, before realizing how rough he's being with you and hurriedly putting you back down and apologizing.

Yet he still has that wide toothy grin the whole time, and he keeps petting your hair and holding your face in his hands adoringly. It feels that, from that moment on, there would never be a moment where he'd be unhappy ever again, and he'd never allow you to be unhappy either as long as he's around.

It is genuinely very hard to make this Gilbert upset, because there are very few things that do...

Punishments...

Gilbert really hates it when you express any sort of affection towards anyone or anything other than him.

Yes, anything. He gets jealous if you show too much affection over his dogs or fawn over them too much. I'm seriously saying this, I think he'd later show up with a collar around his neck, crawling on the ground and rubbing his head against your thigh like a mutt. This could either come off as comedic or attractive depending on you, but either is a win in Gilbert's book, since at least he's got your attention now.

If you have any personal toys of your own, he'd get kinda emotional and ask you to throw them away, then ask what they do that he can't. In some time (and by that I mean later that night, maybe even right away), he'd prove that he can provide you with so much more pleasure and relief than those toys ever could.

Probably even to a fault, he'd keep overstimulating you and forcing orgasms till he was satisfied, till he believed that it was drilled into your brain that only he could do these sorts of things to you. And, also, that if you make him jealous like this again, it'll be another one of these long, torturous, sweaty nights...

I guess these aren't really punishments to a lot of people, because in my book only one thing could make him so genuinely upset that he'd be anything other than doting towards you, and that would be flirting with someone else. He'd try to deny it, but then he'd be inconsolable and crying for weeks, having nights where he'd be begging you to say that it never happened, or that the other person meant nothing to you.

"They r-really mean nothing to you? You mean it, babe?"

Then an idea pops into Gilbert's head, one that makes his heart rate pick up and his pupils dilate.

He kisses you, says that he loves you, says goodnight, then he'd be eerily... calm for the next few days. Usually he'd be more skittish and closed-off following whatever you did, but now he's acting like nothing ever happened.

Until one day, he shows up with that other person, bound and gagged, and a gun.

"G-Gil, what is thi-"

"They mean nothing to you, right?"

"Y-Yes, but-"

Then the gun fires, and it happens so quickly that you can barely process it.

This is only a hypothetical scenario, if you were ever to do something like that. It'd be really easy for Gilbert to slip into a psychosis and believe he was doing the right thing by murdering someone.

If anything, he sees it as another means of proving himself.

"There's no one else who would kill for you like I could."

All in all, he isn't easy to anger, but unfortunately I can't say the same thing about him and murder...

Rewards...

Luckily, as long as you're fully loyal to him, all you'd have is a boyfriend who is doting to a total fault.

As long as you've got a good tolerance for cringe, being with Gilbert should be relatively stress-free.

Gilbert's love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch. You could imagine what the two combined would be... Yeah, he's got a huge praise kink.

But as for ways he shows his love towards you, it's definitely acts of service and gift giving. He lilkes gloating a lot, and that's especially true when it comes to the two of you.

He enjoys showing you off. He likes buying gaudy things for you and himself– a huge fan of matching outfits– and taking you out on flashy dates. If you're comfortable with being posted on his social media, best believe he'd be spamming his with you ALL the time. Even if you're not being physically being shown, he'd write about you in his tweets, captions, and stories constantly.

"CHECK OUT THIS EPIC BAG I GOT FOR MY BELOVED!!!!!!!!"

And around twenty-eight people respond like "Didn't you just get them one the other day??"

If you're one to hop between interests and hobbies a lot, or just have any hyperfixations in general, best believe Gilbert will be fueling them LOL.

Gilbert can be really overbearing with his affections, but to him it's just because you deserve it so much. Only the best for the best, right?

He can't help it either, the most rewarding thing he's ever felt is that feeling he gets after he gives you a gift or does something for you. You get this adorable look on your face, smiling at him like he was the stars in the sky and singing out the sweetest compliments and thanks. It's all so worth it.

Normally I'd delve into what Gilbert would love to receive from his partner in return, but in all seriousness, I really do think all he wants is praise and your sole affection.

Like Alfred in my last headcanon post, Gilbert is really noisy, but I think he'd willingly make an effort to change that for you. Not because you asked for it or anything, but just cause, this way, he can appreciate all the tiny little things about you even more.

He realized this, when, one day, he noticed you frown a little before you smile. He wonders why he's never noticed this, and he realizes it's because he closes his eyes right when he starts to laugh. He starts to wonder what other little details about you he's missing out on, so he watches you more carefully in that effort.

Inadvertently, this has made him more calm and quiet since he's so concentrated on you. He likes it, though.

I think, what punctuates Gilbert's character here, is his willingness to change and bend for love's sake.

He does say he loves you very often, to the point of it being annoying sometimes, but he sincerely does mean it. He doesn't say it as just fluff.

However, you'll feel it most with the way he looks at you.

"You have a mole on your back. Did you know that, babe?"

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sweetdreamsfanfic · 2 months

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What happened to the hetalia fandom?

Either way, would anyone be interested in more of the og fanfics? Aka the “Hetalia bf scenarios” and a 1p/2p series

Genuinely getting back into it but there’s like no fresh content 😭😭

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lilac-amethyst-skies · 11 months

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Being in a relationship with Prussia would include...

Singing in the car with the top down, the music so loud everyone in the universe can hear

Gilbert blowing raspberries on any piece of your exposed skin (preferably when you least expect it)

Tickle fights

Him bragging about you to friends and family

Him dragging you everywhere with friends and family

You laughing and blushing when Gilbert acts like a complete idiot. He has no shame and isn’t scared to act like a goof in public if it means getting you to smile.

Getting to connect with Ludwig and becoming close friends

You running your fingers through Gilbert’s hair, making him fall completely silent

His cocky front falling through the moment you call him out

Any car problems whatsoever being fixed the moment Gilbert arrives

Him always being on-call for whatever you might need

Gilbert’s dogs absolutely falling in love with you

So much so that they start to get more excited about seeing you than Gilbert

You teasing Gilbert about this and him feigning dramatic tears in return

You being highly respected by Antonio and Francis

Their group loyalty has spread to you, it seems, and they would pretty much die for you

You and Gilbert enjoying warm showers together

Gilbert giving a massage in the evening after a long day—his hands are pure magic and many times he can’t stop his hands from wandering elsewhere

Kisses of tongue and teeth

Gilbert teasing you endlessly even though he knows exactly what you want

Him frustrating you so much in this way that by the time he gives you what you want, you hardly have any breath left

Gilbert moving you to lay on top of him, so he can feel you against him. He loves the feeling of your weight and the trance your breathing causes

You whispering sweet things into his ear and him nearly falling apart—and Gilbert may not admit it, but he felt tears burning in his eyes the first time you did so

Gilbert loving how gentle you are with him—he feels most of his life has been full of ruckus and hazards, and you were something he never knew he needed.

#hetalia #aph hetalia #hws hetalia #aph prussia #hws prussia #gilbert beilschmidt #fanfiction #headcanon #hetalia x reader

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the-scribe-and-her-scribbles · 4 months

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iwcb | chapter 14. how to keep wanting without ever getting

It Will Come Back | Chapter 14. how to keep wanting without ever getting | Fae!Prussia x reader

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chapter summary: Gilbert is left alone in the wake of past and present disasters. PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS

word count: 2.9k

chapter warnings: intense violence, blood and gore!, dark! gilbert, character death, fae deceit

tagging list: @jtownraindancer @xxruinaxx @redrosesociety1

(Gilbert didn’t know how long he’d been in his prison. There was nothing that could tell him how much time had passed.

He’s spent most of it phasing in and out of madness. With the decades of isolation eating away at his mind, he became something unrecognizable, roiling with anger and hate. Every moment of clarity, however small, he used to collect whatever magic he had left in him. Little bits at a time, he collected the sparks of his magic into his center like the hot embers of a smothered fire, until after ages he could form just enough energy to cast Find Soulmate. It’s his last hope, his last shred of self that he sends out, and if it doesn’t work he’ll have nothing left.

But it does work.

After what felt like an eternity alone, he finally feels you. You are human, Gilbert realizes. A strange and shocking revelation to him, one that raises problems. You are something Gilbert has never heard of before, a human's short lifespan and lack of magical ability should make them incompatible with the Fae as soulmates. The two of you shouldn’t have been able to tether, but right now, Gilbert couldn’t give a fuck.

You’re there, your soul is bright and sharp, and just a little skittish, but it's warm. You’re so warm that Gilbert could sob because he’s been so cold for such a long time.

Don’t step closer, he thinks to himself. I can’t be held accountable for my actions.)

Gilbert can still hear him.

“I mean really, Gilbert! You should be thanking me. Isn’t this what you wanted? Now your soulmate has no choice but to stay with you! Well, as long she doesn’t drown herself first!”

Gilbert kneels on the edge of the cliff you just plunged from. His chest is tight and his eyes are wretched wide open in horror and he looks down into the icy river. He waits to see your head emerge through the icy white water, to watch you pull yourself up onto the bank down below.

He doesn’t see you.

The water continues to rush, the cold bites at his skin, and his breath heaves out of his lungs with a great heaving burn. In his panic, with the tightness in his chest and the pain in his soul, he can’t feel you. The ache drowns you out, and his soul cannot find yours. His stomach drops. No, It can’t be, You can’t be. Vladimir stiffens when their eyes lock. Gilbert pushes to his feet and his fist closes around the hilt of the knife. He doesn’t fully know what he’s done until after.

His breath puffs into the cold air like smoke coming from his lungs, and his hands tremble with rage. His eyes burn and his vision is red. There’s red everywhere. Splatters of red on the frosted ground, on the leather of his boots, and when he wipes his face, red smears into his white hair.

Vladimir lies twitching on the frosted ground, he’s choking on his own blood, fresh fear in his eyes and it makes Gilbert purr. “Ple- Pleas- Gilb- Don’t- ah- I won’t-“ He begs in between wet gasps. Gilbert watches him try and crawl away on his belly (It’s hard now that his right arm is torn off). There’s no use in begging, Gilbert wants to say, but he’s too lost in rage to find words. Gilbert is a fae. A cruel, wild creature, a monster that he keeps hidden away inside his preferred form. He’s kept himself locked away for you. For your safety, so you don’t fear him like you did when you first met.

Vladimir ruined that. You aren’t here now, so there’s no one to temper the monster he is. Ausdaurnd is dropped to the side, close to where you dropped the dagger he gave you before you fell. He won’t need a blade for this. He’ll use his claws, he decides.

Then Gilbert descends on his old enemy and rips into him.

Soon again, his senses return. The sound of rushing water just a ways away makes him take a deep breath. A ruined corpse is motionless in front of him, and Gilbert’s whole frame shakes. Warmth tracks down his face, too thin to be blood, and Gilbert lets out a breath that is closer to a growl or a sob.

He gets up to look for the river. His feet carry him down the mountainside. He looks to where you fell into the water, eyes following down the bank of the ruching river, half expecting to find your body limp in the shallows or your thick cloak snagged on a branch or log, but there’s no sign of you.

He focuses one more time. Gilbert focuses inward, tries to steady his frantic heart and reaches out once more.

Please be there, please be there, please be there.

It’s faint and far away, but Gilbert finds you.

The relief that Gilbert lets out is audible. You’re ok, for now at least, he thinks before it all sinks in. But you’re not here! He takes another breath, but can’t quite catch it. Everything aches. Ancients, what have I done?

There on the side of a mountain, crumpled in on himself and alone, Gilbert’s heaving turns to sobs, which soon turn to a roar for no one but the wind and trees to hear.

My love has concrete feet My love has iron bars, Wrapped around your ankle Over the waterfall

Gilbert knew that he would need to find his soulmate in order to get out. He didn’t think anything of it. He was Gilbert Beilschmidt, from the house of Beilschmidt. He wasn’t some doe-eyed romantic. No pathetic human would change that. Perhaps it’s for the better.

Humans live short lives, a near spark in the long lifespan of a faerie. And the fact that your mortal might also mean that you may never feel the soul bond as Gilbert does, certainly not with such overwhelming intensity.

He doesn’t know how he feels about it. How dare a meek little human yank his soul with theirs and not have to suffer the same torture of longing.

Gilbert tries to convince himself that this is for the better. If you don’t feel the bond, then he doesn’t have to say anything. He can pretend that it isn’t there. He could grab you from your world, trick you into freeing him, and then send you on your way without any delay.

(As much as he denied it, some part of Gilbert knew that he was lying to himself. So he could pretend that he never planned to do this to you. So he could have some plausible deniability when you found out. In reality, Gilbert knew he was damned the moment he saw you.)

When the two of pulled yourselves onto the shores of the lake, Gilbert’s first lung-fulls of air were sweeter than anything. He heard you puffing beside him, wet clothes clinging to your skin, and he felt the pull in his chest immediately. It was gentle but clear and obvious.

Gilbert watched as you stood at the edge of the lake. Your hair was dripping wet, your breath coming in soft, white puffs. You stared off to the other side of the lake, where the Great Veil’s mist had hung like a curtain. That was your way back, and Gilbert found himself holding his breath.

He shouldn’t have been. Gilbert should’ve been able to speak. You had freed him from the Library. He really doesn’t need you anymore. He could’ve pointed in the direction of the Great Veil, watched you walk through the mist and he’d never see you again. He doesn’t, however. The words aren’t even half-formed in his tongue.

You were clever and extremely smart. Gilbert wondered if you would figure out that that was where you needed to go to get back, that it was that easy. A ball of dread formed in his stomach. Please, don’t ask me what that is, a tiny voice inside him prayed. I don’t want to lose you yet. Gilbert pretends not to hear it.

When you looked back at him, none the wiser to the truth of the misty forest, that little voice laughed in relief. You didn’t ask about the mist that swirls on the other side of the lake, and you followed Gilbert up to his old castle.

A better man would let you go, (I’m just the monster dragging you home)

Gilbert thinks of his first night back in the Wandering Woods. Seeing the ruins of the castle had frayed Gilbert’s nerves.

Anything from his old life was decayed and derelict and he still couldn’t quite comprehend how long he was trapped away in his prison. He was antsy and half expecting to wake up from this dream to find himself back in that cold dark place, with you having never been with him.

So instead of wandering around his castle alone, he stays with you. His skin tingles as phantom strings pull him towards you. His chest was tight when he looked at you, standing in front of the fireplace to warm yourself with the burning remains of his home. You’re voice reached his ears and made his head buzz.

Of course, you asked him if he could send you back, and Gilbert is immediately faced with a problem. In fact, it's his one major problem. Gilbert doesn’t want to send you back.

He twisted the truth, said he couldn’t send you back, and it’s not technically wrong. He doesn’t think his soul could handle the trauma of ripping you away from it. His half-truth shattered you, and from then on, you were painfully skittish around him. Gilbert knew you didn’t trust him. He tried to comfort you, said he would protect you, but it’s not enough.

You want to go home. You’re human, being in his realm is unsettling and it seems that the soulbond is only working on his side, a fact that is annoying him more now that he’s the only one feeling its intense effects.

When the two of you encounter Arthur’s thugs in the nearby village, the intensity of the soul bond becomes a problem.

Since the moment Gilbert found you, you’ve been by his side. You were hiding with him from your attackers, until you weren’t.

The shriek you’d let out when one of them grabbed you sent ice through him. One of their grubby hands bruised your face trying to force spirit berries down your throat. They made you cry and they paid for it in blood. Everything narrowed down to a pinpoint and he couldn’t stop it. One minute, Arthur’s men were screaming, and the next, they were dead at his feet. His hands were stained black, he tasted the blood in his mouth.

He decides then that he can’t let you go. He needs to keep you safe, even if right then you trembled when you looked at him. In his worst moment, Gilbert thinks about the spirit berries as a solution. A selfish awful thing he could do to ensure he could have you. It filled him with shame, but that dark voice was still there. You could never leave him, you’d stay forever safely with him, and he could spend eternity earning you’re forgiveness

You and I nursing on a poison that never stung Our teeth and tongues are lined with the scum of it.

From across the crude dinner table of Ludwig's cabin, Gilbert can feel his younger brother's intense gaze. In that way, he was like their grandfather.

“Does she know?” He asks, his voice isn’t as angry as Gil expected. It’s only simmering under the surface.

“About what?” Gilbert tries to act clueless

“What?” Ludwig fights to keep his volume down. “You know what I’m talking about! Did you tell her that she’s your mate?”

“No.”

“Then what did you tell her,” His tone is low and angry. “Because she seems to think that she’s stuck here.”

Gilbert cringes and Ludwig’s simmering rage boils over.

“I cannot believe you.” He grinds out.

“Keep your voice down!” You’re still asleep. Gilbert can feel you in his subconscious. His connection to you tells him of your fitful state. He wants to storm up there and hold you against him. He could comfort you. He’d chase away the nightmares, even if they were probably about him.

“She’s your true mate, your chosen one, and you’re lying to her,” Ludwig whispers.

“I’m not lying. I’m omitting details.”

“You’re putting her in danger. She’s a human, she doesn’t belong here.”

“I know that she’s human! I can keep her safe!”

“If you want to keep her safe, send her back.” Ludwig glares. Gilbert finds himself snarling. He crosses the room to where his brother is in a flash. Ludwig steps forward to meet him with a steely face.

Gilberts growls out, “No! I’m not-” before he catches himself. He looks away from his brother, his rage cooling to distress.

Ludwig sighs. “Gilbert, she doesn’t deserve this. You need to tell her the truth.”

“If I do that, she’ll leave.”

“She might.”

“She’s my soulmate. I can’t let her go yet.” Gilbert hates how pathetic he sounds. His grandfather would call him selfish. A child. “I just found her.”

“If she finds out what you’re doing, you’ll surely lose her.”

“Then she’ll never find out.” He says those words and feels Fate laugh at him. “It won’t matter,” it whispers like a curse. “You know what’s coming.”

Don’t you give me up, Please don’t give up, Honey, I belong With you, only you

Consuming spirit berries is nasty business. The juice of one causes the soul of its victim to bind to the Fae realm. It's excruciating to feel your essence bent to the will of the Unseen Realm. Gilbert can feel your soul twist and twitch. The strings of Fate and Fae Deals that connect the two of you tug and pulse with your distress.

A sick thing claws inside his chest. The ache is hollow and consuming. His skin feels too tight, the magic that he normally tries to hide under it to avoid scaring you fights to the surface. His eyes burn. A quick look at his reflection in a frozen puddle shows his sclera are still pitch black, his iris’ still glow like molten iron. It won’t go away now, no matter how hard he tries to make it.

So Gilbert moves through the forest. Walks until he reaches the border of his woods. He feels it shifting, its trees and their branches creek and scratch as his woods whisper to him in a language long forgotten. He follows the river. His boots fall heavy into the ground and he feels more beast than Fae. Maybe those things are the same. He follows the pull in his chest, as slight as it is. Like a dog, he follows you.

Just because these woods are Gilbert’s doesn’t mean they are kind to him. To his right, he hears you laugh and whips his head in that direction. He stumbles and nothing is there. In another direction, he hears you whisper. He can’t make it out. From the corner of his eye, he thinks he sees you lean out from behind a tree. When he reaches it, you’re not there but the whispers are louder and living guilt in his chest posits what this vision of you is whispering to him.

This is his fault.

He wasn’t fast enough to stop you. He wasn’t strong enough to free himself without you. He wasn’t brave enough to tell you the truth in the first place.

And now he is left in the wreckage of his choices. His soulmate is off alone in the Unseen World, running from him into more danger than you know. An ancient poison is ripping through you, with no guarantee that a cure would be possible.

The best healer he knows is on the other side of the woods, and Lukas and Arthur are no doubt getting ready to start their plan, despite missing the third in their trio. No, no, no, he thinks. Gilbert has no time he thinks. Thoughts racing, dark magic and smoke swirling just under his skin as he looks in the reflection of the water.

He reaches down, and cups his hands into the icy river, bringing it to his face to rinse himself off. When he reopens his eyes, they are back to their normal state, still red like berries but not glowing menacingly.

Gilbert doesn’t have time. He needs to find you, he’ll worry about a cure when he brings you back with him.

Freshly disowned in some frozen devotion, No more alone or myself I could be.

Author’s Note

I am so sorry for the wait! It's been a year, OMG! I’ve had a wild time this year, jeez. I was swamped with work, graduated, had a little mental breakdown, started a really intense summer job, then started an even more intense program this fall. So long story short, I’ve had no time to write but I'm so glad I’m back cause I was really looking forward to this chapter.

quotes (in order)

1. Heavy in Your Arms by Florence + The Machines

2. I stole it from the title of a REALLY fucked up Resident Evil Fanfic on Ao3. Like really, it was fucked up.

3. Sedated by Hozier

4. Dark Red by Steve Lacy

5. Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene by Hozier

#this was supposed to be not as dark and then i liked another version better so i changed it to this #there is still a way darker version than this but i chose to not be too mean to the reader #fae!prussia x reader #iwcb fanfic #aph prussia x reader #hetalia fantasy au #hetalia x reader #gilbert beilschmidt

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where-the-pearls · 2 years

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How would they kiss you (gifs)

Axis

North Italy/Feliciano Vargas

Germany/Ludwig Beilschmidt

Japan/Kiku Honda

Prussia/Gilbert Beilschmidt

South Italy/Lovino Vargas

#aph hetalia #hetalia #hetalia fanfiction #hetalia headcanons #hetalia x reader #aph romano #aph prussia #aph italy #aph germany #aph japan #kiku honda #ludwig beilschmidt #lovino vargas #feliciano vargas #gilbert beilschmidt #hetalia fluff #hetalia gif

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elithegnome · 2 years

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Prussia x Reader headcanons

•DEFINITION OF SEVERE ADHD

•PLEASE, CALM HIM DOWN

•Took you to the aquarium for your first date; and he tried to take a fish home

•He’ll run out into a feild and pick flowers for you (literal dandelions)

•Tells you how awesome of a couple you guys are together

•Gilbert really likes it when you wear his clothes around the house

•Surprisingly responsible and makes sure that you take your medicine in the morning (if you take any)

•Lets you hold Gilbird

•Actually, Gilbird likes you, and that’s how Gilbert knows you can be trusted!

#hetalia #hws #hetalia x reader #hetalia x reader headcanons #aph prussia #hws prussia #gilbert beilschmidt

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midnightlee25 · 10 months

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Yandere Team-ups: France (Francis Bonnefoy) & Prussia (Gilbert Beilschmidt) & Spain (Antonio Fernandez Carriedo)

Bad touch trio

Out of the three of them Prussia is the main one who does the punishments while Spain will rarely do punishments. France is the only one out of the three that won't do punishments since the other two will do it.

On the other hand, it's the same two (France and Spain) who will try to get their darling’s punishment lightened or make it harsher.

All three are delusional however each one is at a different level with France being the most delusional and Prussia just being a bit more aware. Spain is in the middle between the two on the scale.

It's not that hard to keep things peaceful since they get along already and adding their darling in the mix isn't going to cause too many problems.

Their darling will be completely always smothered by all three.

It will be near impossible to escape those three on a good day let alone a bad day.

#yandere #yandere team up #france hetalia #hetalia #yandere hetalia x reader #yandere hetalia #yandere france #yandere francis bonnefoy #yandere prussia #gilbert beilschmidt #yandere spain #antonia fernandez carriedo

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shadowstar123 · 8 months

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UPDATE: FIC HAS BEEN FOUND

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2331155/chapters/5136983

Once again i am in search of a fic. Please help!!!

So im looking for a hetalia(germany) /ludwig x f!reader fic. Its a multi-chapter fic i read on AO3. Basically reader was posing as soldier ((i cant remember for which country)) but she gets captured by Germany who could tell she was a girl. And he kinda takes her in. Gilbert is there too, just annoying Germany. But yea ludwig and reader share a cot scene. Oh and ludwig has a medic cousin or smth. Reader kinda doesnt feel well later on and gets checked up. Actually she cut her hand before too and got checked before that. But like something happens later on and he had to send reader the Gilbert away. But like reader is pregnant while on the run. And like she had twins and its like years until she reunites w ludwig again. Theres a whole reunion scene at the door. Pretty sure a plate dropped. Gilbert was hungry. Kids were alseep. Ludwig only found out abt them the next morning. Theres a Gil(bird) joke in there somewhr too.

Honestly i just really need help finding this fic. I read it yearssss ago and idk if its still available on AO3 BUT I JUST SUDDENLY HAD THE URGE TO READ IT AGAIN YKNOW

#hetalia #germany x reader #ludwig beilschmidt #ludwig x reader #ludwig beilschmidt x reader #gilbert beilschmidt

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erina-writes-headcanons · 2 years

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Germany getting prank called by Prussia and p/o. P/o stands for platonic other.

Ludwig Beilschmidt, Gilbert Beilschmidt, and Elizaveta Hedervary Prank Called by Their Friend (P/O)

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A/N: Here Anon! I hope you like the result of your request. I am sorry for replying to your request very late. Because of the lateness, I added Hungary as a bonus.

Gender: Neutral

Warning: Profanities

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Ludwig Beilschmidt - Germany

If you watch Hetalia, you know how much he cannot stand any kind of bullshit and he's easily angered because of Feliciano's random antics.

Even though he is mostly calm, and collected and seems he can handle any randomness that happens around him, he's not. He often loses his shit, especially in that scene where Italy made Japan almost the same as him.

Even though you don't really prank a lot of people. Sometimes the boredom changes you from your serious facade into a troublemaker piece of shiet.

Guess what? You are bored as hell and you have done all of your assignments since a few days ago and you are currently laying on the couch with a troubled face

Because of that, you decide to prank call your friend, Ludwig Beilschmidt. Which is kind of a good idea but also a bad idea for you, especially if you are not athletic.

The good idea because he made a funny reaction, He would curse in German words before he close the phone after knowing you pranked him and slammed the phone to the nightstand.

The bad idea because once the two of you meet, he will give you the most deadly stare that even scares the devil before he forces you to join the run training with Feliciano.

Your punishment also doubled in the example. If only Feliciano must run around the track five times, you would be running around the track field seven or ten times.

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Water rains down from the top of Ludwig's head until it reaches the drain. The whole bathroom filled with the smell of Apple orchard, fruity yet fresh as Ludwig washes himself with the water from the bubbles of the soap and the shampoo.

The tall man stepped out of the shower once he was done cleaning himself from the shower and dried himself with two towels as one of it are used to cover his manhood and the other one is used to dry his blonde hair.

The sound of his phone ringing reached out from his ear while he was wiping his hair with the towel. Ludwig glances up to his phone, putting the towel away before he uses his pants and trudges slowly to the phone. Picking it up and answering the phone, not aware of the prank that you are going to pull.

"Guten Tag, Mit wem spreche ich, bitte?" (Good afternoon, Who am I speaking to?) Ludwig asks.

"Good afternoon, this is me, Ludwig. I need you to do something," you told him.

"Ja, vhat is it, (Y/N)?" Ludwig asks.

"....Could you go to my house and go to my bathroom. I'm stuck in here because I ran out of toilet paper," you hold your snicker.

Soon silence fills the whole room and you can hear several sounds of German curses escaping from Ludwig's lips. You could not help but his reaction was very funny that the laugh that you tried to hold on desperately finally escapes, "BHAHAHAHA!! I'm sorry Ludwig!! HAHAHA" You laughed out loud.

"VERDAMMT (Y/N)! STOP DOING THIS KIND OF PRANK!" Steam escapes from his ear before he closes the phone and blocks your contact since you often pull this kind of prank. Let's hope the next day he would give mercy to you when it's training time.

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Gilbert Beilschmidt - Prussia

Gilbert is one of the troublemakers in the Bad Touch Trio and he has done many pranks to the other countries just for shit and giggles. Including pranking his own brother, Ludwig.

Unlike Ludwig, he doesn't lose his shit easily because he is the epitome of a troublemaker. The one who causes trouble so this kind of prank would not annoy him.

If you try to prank call him. I think he would be confused for a brief second, not knowing it was you that he pranked you. He would throw some questions to make sure who is the other person behind the caller.

However, if he knows that it is you. I can see he would laugh and think that your prank is funny, almost fooling him and believing that it was another person who called him.

Another reaction that I can see he would most likely do is trying to prank you back as you prank call him by pretending that he's another person or making loud noises to scare you off.

After the prank call you have pulled to him. I can see he won't be annoyed but instead, I can see that he would ask you if he can join in pranking others with a prank call.

His main victim would be his own brother just to see him angry because he thinks it would be funny to prank him. Next would be either Hungary or Austria.

You and Prussia would be a great prank call buddy, especially if you two are pranking other people together. I can see he would be a prank buddy too outside of prank calls, the two of you would be the master of pranks.

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A grunt could be heard from the living room along with the sound of panting and the sound of breathing. A pair of ruby red eyes looking at the huge bar on top of him, lifting the metallic bar with the muscles of his arms twitching a little bit because of the repetitive movement and the height of the dumbell.

Sweats trickled from his forehead and his arms with the heat of his body getting hotter and hotter. It has been a long time since Gilbert workout alone while Germany out to work and having a meeting time with the other countries.

After several lifts, Gilbert carefully put the dumbell away after he can feel his muscles getting a little bit painful after several long lifts without any break. The white-haired Prussian grabs the wet cloth next to him, using it to wipe the sweat on his face and his body until he hears a loud ring from his phone.

Gilbert stands up, walking to the table to grab the cellphone and answer the phone. "Kesesesese! Zhis is avesome Prussia! Vho am I talking to?" Prussia asks.

"What? Didn't you call me?" You held your laugh.

"Vhat? Zhe awesome me haven't called you or anyone. Vhat are you talking about?" Prussia raises his eyebrows in confusion.

"You c-called me a few hours ago, Gilbert," You hope that Prussia did not hear your snicker but your pray wasn't heard.

"KESESESESESE! I see, you are pranking me, aren't you? That's a good one!" Gilbert knew that you pranked him, oh well.

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Elizaveta Hedervary - Hungary

This queen does not like handling stupid situations/randomness but that does not mean she is stuck-up like Germany (Ludwig). She could be fun too.

The reason I am saying this is that there are two reactions that I am sure she would give you. In the first one, she would be angry but not as angry as Ludwig.

She would scold you and says that you are annoying if you often prank call her but not always doing it because she would most likely smack you with a Pan if you do it every day.

If she isn't too angry. She would probably block your contact but not forever, just for a few hours to make you understand that she is not in the mood to be pranked.

If you are a male, she would hit you with a frying pan if you keep pranking her nonstop and if you are a female. She would be likely to stop inviting you to shop together with her and give you a silent treatment.

I also can see that she would try to confront you by the prank calls and telling you to stop pranking her. If you keep teasing her, there is a chance she would chase you around just like how she chase off Prussia.

Also, I said she is not a stuck-up because I can see that she would ask you if she can join with the prank call together with you with the victim either Austria or Prussia.

She would also ask others to help you prank other countries to do a prank call to other countries, enlarging the victim of the prank call if you are doing a prank call with her.

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Birds chirping outside of the window as a pair of emerald green eyes stare at the sky outside of the window. Hungary wishes she could go hang out with her friends but none of them had a free time, all of them are busy with the job and the meetings that they had to do and ordered by their boss.

Elizavetha grabs the sweet bean strudel before stuffing it into her mouth, enjoying the sweet traditional Hungarian pastry that she made by herself. The sweet taste fills her mouth as she enjoys the the breaf while enjoying her afternoon tea alone.

As she was going to grab another bite of the sweet. A sound of her phone ringing could be heard by her, she looks up at the table as she sees her phone ringing out. Grabbing the phone, she looks up at the number and her head tilted a little bit as she sees the unknown number.

Elizavetha presses the answer button and putting the phone on speaker mode before she gulps the leftover pastry that was still inside of her mouth.

"Jó reggelt. Kivel beszélek?" (Good morning,. Who am i speaking with?) Elizavetha asks.

"Greetings, we are from Samsung company and we are doing a conduct check up test. Because of that, we need you to follow these phrase," you tried to distinguish your voice.

"Vhat? But I am not using Samsung and vhy do you sound so familiar.." she squinted her eyes.

"...Uhhh-" You feel a little bit nervous.

"Is...zhis (Y/N)?" Elizavetha began figuring out that you are trying to prank her.

"Uhhhh Goodbye-" You quickly close the phone, not ready for the next day since you are going to meet Elizavetha and have a meeting with her tomorrow.

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imaginethebeautifulworld · 3 months

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hello!

so i had a thought/request thing: prussia x reader sound of music au?

Oh I absolutely LOVE that thought!

I took a little creative license in this fic (which I will elaborate on in the after-notes), but ultimately I directly referenced some of my favorite scenes from the film.

Thank you for sending me the ask, and I hope you enjoy!

The children were finally asleep.

A spring storm had rolled in- a welcome relief to the dry heat which had plagued the city for several long days- but the thunder had troubled them.

You were hardly surprised when first a timid Ludvig came to your room, followed only moments later by Monika. It took a few more claps of thunder and flickering lights for Friedrich to appear, claiming with false bravado that he had come to make sure that you were safe.

You had distracted them from their fears, though some- such as the loud protests which continued with each passing day, the strange men seen lurking outside the house, and the current absence of their guardian- Some fears couldn't be assuaged.

But children were easy enough to sway from their dark thoughts, and you always had a gift for embellishing the truth.

This time, you chose not to rely on the ditty you had taught them several weeks prior (though you could hear Ludvig repeating 'whiskers on kittens' to himself), but instead crafted a tale of heroism about their big brother, one that soon worked its magic, all three falling asleep by the time the storm had settled into gentle rainfall, curled together atop your blankets.

Unfortunately, their restless energy had passed onto you, and after several moments of staring at the ceiling, you carefully, quietly, slipped out from beneath the covers, tugging on a nearby robe, and sliding on a pair of slippers before making your way to the library.

Time passed without your knowledge; you had found an old disc of American singers to play on the gramophone, and quickly tucked yourself into a novella that had caught your interest several days prior. It was a pleasant distraction, almost successful in keeping your frazzled thoughts from running wild.

Had his work run late? Had there been an accident? Had one of those radicals done something that was meant to look like an accident? Had-

The distant, sudden sound of the front door closing had you glancing towards the grandfather clock, that flicker of worry sparking to life once more as you noted the lateness of the hour.

His work often brought with it long hours, but this, even by his standards, was alarming.

You were relieved to hear his footsteps, and knew you must content yourself with the knowledge that he had at least made it home safely. He had, after all, made it perfectly clear some time ago that his welfare was none of your concern.

In vain, you tried to return to your book, but to your chagrin the combination of the gramophone's crackling, the tapping of raindrops on the windowpanes, and the nearing, shuffling footsteps kept you from falling back into the story. You feigned interest however as a familiar figure entered the doorway.

For a moment, he said nothing, silently studying you. You were hyper-aware of his gaze, were certain he could hear the panicked rush of your heartbeat, could see the heat dancing on your cheeks.

Finally, he spoke, your given name tumbling out almost as a sigh, and to your embarrassment it caused you to jump, startled by its presence in your already frenzied state.

You turned to face him directly, seeing his hand hanging uselessly in the air, looking for everything like a guilty schoolboy. In another circumstance, you could have laughed, seeing the normally rigid Captain so timid and unsure of himself. "Sorry! Sorry, I..." His words trailed off, the hand falling back to his side, all emotion gone from his features once more. "May I join you?"

No, you wanted to say, I'm not sure I could trust myself if you stay.

But your voice was welcoming him in, and you straightened your posture as he took the chair opposite you.

You tried once more to feign interest in your book, but your eyes kept straying from the page, unable to stop yourself from studying his features in the warm light, taken in by the vulnerability, small as it was, he was granting you, clearly beyond weary.

Your curiosity could no longer be helped. "Are you well, Herr Beilschmidt?"

A small smile flickered to life, half-formed and fragile, those peculiar scarlet eyes finding yours, your name once more slipping past his lips. "I thought we agreed you would call me Gilbert when we were alone?"

For a moment, he was no longer a Captain, not Herr Beilschmidt, but any other man, a man who could even become-

But that could not be, and you wouldn't allow your fantasies to jeopardize your work, couldn't bear the thought of being parted from the children. "I agreed to no such thing, Herr Beilschmidt."

He released a pained sort of sound, reminiscent of a scoff, and it prompted just enough of your ire for you to press onward with your curiosity. "You were out late this evening."

You couldn't fully conceal your concern, and it was clear that he had detected it, those eyes somber once more, studious and strategic.

Fearful of what he may find, you spoke once more, hiding the inconvenient truth with another, sweeter one. "The children missed you at dinner."

His study lingered, lips parting as if he were going to speak, before he dismissed it, a sadness surrounded him in its absence. "How were they today?"

This was neutral territory, familiar ground, and you breathed a silent sigh of relief. You began a retelling of the day's adventures, embellishing your words with a whimsy that had often earned you others' disdain. But G- Herr Beilschmidt- was amused, laughing at your failed attempt to mimic Friedrich's angered voice at Monika for daring to stick a frog in his pocket.

"And Luddy?"

Your smile softened at thoughts of the youngest Beilschmidt. "A dear as always. He insisted upon baking a cake with me earlier." The words triggered another memory, a more urgent one, and you rose with a suddenness that caused him to jump. "Pardon me; I forgot that we saved a slice for you! Excuse me for a moment?"

You didn't wait for his reply, already sweeping towards the open doorway, forgetting in your rush to grab a candle, the electric having gone down several hours ago.

The corridor loomed before you, quiet and filled with the darkness of the midnight hour. In the face of that alien light, your footsteps faltered, suddenly uncertain of a path you had tread dozens of times.

A warm presence appeared at your side, a gentle hand pressing to your lower back, as he fell into step beside you, carrying one of the candles. "Allow me?"

Your skin burned beneath the weight of his hand, memories of the party several nights before now dancing to the surface at his nearness.

How you wished you could turn him away now, but fear of the ghosts still haunting these ancients halls and nameless monsters lurking in the shadows far overpowered your fears of revealing your heart.

Slowly, quietly, you charted the course to the kitchen, and you were grateful to finally be able to step away, allowing yourself a moment to breathe, reign in your traitorous thoughts.

The ghost of his touch still remained however, and you busied yourself with pulling the cake from the ice box, pleasantly surprised to discover some remaining cream as well.

He had taken a seat at the small table often used by the house staff, several more candles lit in front of him. You were surprised to see he had pulled out two forks, standing and gesturing to the empty chair beside him. "Please; join me."

You should have taken your leave.

You should have made your excuses and retired for the evening.

But there was something so hopeful in his expression, and you couldn't resist the sway he held over you.

For a time, there were no words shared between you, the only sound the symphony of the falling rain, the distant notes of the gramophone, and the irregularity of silver tines clinking against porcelain.

"We should discuss what happened at the party."

His voice was unexpected, words hanging in the air with a tension you were loathe to acknowledge.

There was nothing to discuss, not to your mind.

He was betrothed to another, and he was your employer.

It could never be anything more, even if you should so desperately wish for it.

Still, you would always have those memories, safely locked away into your heart: Monika sighing, fondly watching the sparkling couples gliding across the ballroom floor, Ludvig pestering you with questions about the musicians, and Friedrich earnestly trying to master the Allemande with you, before Gilbert was unexpectedly cutting in, offering the children a brief history lesson even as he fell perfectly into step, words soon falling away, sparkling burgundy eyes locking with your own.

With each step, you felt your fragile defenses weakening, was certain he was drawing you nearer with every turn. Each clasp of hands sent a spark through your pulse, every point of contact buzzing with restless energy. As you took your final turn in a dance meant for four, you were met with a warm smile which stole the little breath you had left, and you were drowning in a wine-dark sea.

The spell was broken with Julchen's applause, surprise to see her home from university enough to distract the others, though Gilbert was slow to release your hand, lingering, before he finally drifted over to join his younger siblings.

You couldn't fathom why he should wish to discuss the ordeal now of all times, though to say it hadn't been on your mind, replaying in your thoughts for the past several weeks, would be a lie.

"You hired me to watch over your brothers and sisters, and I care for them dearly."

Your focus remained on the chocolate crumbs remaining on the plate, dark flecks against the otherwise pristine, pastel pink petals.

Even as he spoke your name once more, you did not turn to him, unable to face him. "Only the children?"

"No," you admitted, before you recognized your slip and quickly tried to rectify it. "Yes!" Trying to redirect his thoughts, you interrupted him before he could speak. "Isn't it right that I should care for them?"

You finally turned to him, praying your mask would hold, even as you once again found yourself the subject of his scrutiny. He was bewildered, clearly not expecting this turn.

"Of course it's right."

You saw another opening, one that could perhaps save you from his suspicions. "You invited me into your home, and I am grateful to you. I'll miss them very much when you and the Baroness-"

Oh, you couldn't even speak it, for goodness sake!

But this excuse was convenient, a simple shroud, disguising your feelings behind the implication that your true worries were being parted from the children, that you only dreaded his betrothed becoming his wife because-

You could face him no longer, your attention once more drawn back to the scene in front of you, candlelight dancing in refractions on the cutlery.

He let out a stray sound of bemusement, your given name yet again slipping from his lips in a fond murmur. "There isn't going to be a baroness."

Your attention flickered back to him almost immediately, disbelieving and concerned. "There isn't?"

"No," he hummed. There was a slant to his brow, a twist to his features which puzzled you.

"I don't understand."

His focus shifted away from you, a small smile once more flickering to life, not fading away this time but lingering, its lightness echoing in his voice. "We've called off our engagement-"

"Oh, I'm sorry," you whispered sincerely, not meaning to interrupt, but he was stunned nonetheless.

"You are?"

You nodded, unwilling to trust your voice in this moment.

His smile softened to something unreadable then, something which made your heart melt. "We both agreed that, well..." He suddenly was looking away from you, bashful in a way you didn't recognize, taking a steadying breath before he seemingly found the courage to face you once more, though his words were barely a whisper. "You can't marry someone when you're in love with someone else."

At first, you were unable to comprehend his words, desperate for confirmation. "Surely you don't mean-?"

His hand found yours, gentle and insistent. "I do. I've come to love you in a way... quite unexpected. And I," he paused, his eyes seeking your own with a tremulous yearning, one which carried in his words. "Is it foolish for me to hope that you love me, too?"

You thought back to the journey which had led you here: the arguments, the compromises, the love growing ever stronger with each passing day. This house had been a cold tomb when you had first arrived, specters haunting every square meter.

But now it was your home.

The children were your home.

Gilbert was your home.

He was still waiting for your answer, both despondent and eager, and you finally allowed your mask to fall away, smiling as you raised your free hand to gently cup his cheek, your vision hazing through tears.

It was uncertain who moved first, but the kiss was all you could hope it to be: gentle, loving, with an added sweetness from the lingering tastes of cake and cream.

He sighed as you slowly drew away, the candlelight dancing in his eyes, a bright smile creasing his features.

You had made many mistakes in this life, taken many missteps, but to be blessed with this life, to find such love and a place to call home?

Somewhere along the way, you must have done something good.

One of the most notable changes was directly adjusting Gil's role compared to Captain von Trapp's. The Sound of Music carries an inherent antifascist message, which allowed me to explore more of my belief that Gilbert was a Prussian Social Democrat, a member of one of the most influential political parties directly challenging the rising fascist ideals of the growing Nazi Party. Several assassination attempts were made on members of the Social Democrats, before, ultimately, tragically, their work against the Nazi Party was overruled by vote.

I opted to keep Gil as a big brother instead of a father; I cherish the relationship they have already, and the thought of them not only losing a parent, but watching their beloved, bright brother fade away into someone they barely know- It was too good.

I spent quite sometime trying to finding a traditional German couple's dance, and even the Allemande, from the Baroque period, was intended for a group of four.

I wish this could have been longer, but at over 2000 words already. I am content.

Thank you again for the ask, and thank you so much to everyone for reading!

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can the nation-people rpf shippers STOP posting their headcanons and fic in the main tag????? People use the main tag for REAL information and news about the reps!

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did I say anything about NOT writing nation-people rpf AT ALL?? No?? I said to keep it out of the 👏MAIN👏 TAG. piss on the poor ass website I swear.

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Yo guys? I think one of the nation-people found this post. Mr France literally posted this an hour ago:

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NOT EVEN A THOUSAND NOTES??? I FEEL LIKE I'VE SEEN THIS EVERYWHERE

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Hey uh........... did anyone tell the US rep that those panera bred lemonades are hella caffeinated??

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how. how many did he drink?

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He was in the middle of drinking lemonade 13 when he kicked the bucket. Some tiktoker was recording him on a Live

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apparently he was with m. Denmark. who. kept drinking more lemonades until the manager cut him off...

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P sure dude said once he ate hellebore like salad. Not surprised.

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i thought he only said that to make historians leave him alone

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No no, I believe it

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Anyone else notice he does this when some senator or w/e pisses him off?

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the fbi got him

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me looking at the notes ONE FUCKING HOUR after i hit post:

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I'm convinced tswifts has mind control powers like how england sees fairies or miss belarus sees ghosts

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Badly thinking about bloody yandere Prussia

i hear ya, anon…. i feel like gilbert would have an initial shame over being so obsessed over someone, but once he accepts it, he sorta makes a sport out of it. “look at how much i’d do for you! aren’t i the best?” wonder if y’all would be interested in me making a full post about my hcs for him.

guess this is a good time to announce that my inbox is open again LOL.

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A: Appetite ~ Prussia x Reader

It was the gauntlet of all men.

The warrior in every grease bubble that popped as it fried in the pan.

Fried. Boiled. Buttered and split. Sandwiched- souped. Anything and everything could make a wurst a wurst. At least in the German brother household. Almost everyday the smell filled the air- that and their beloved potatoes. Although Name loved both foods just as equally- she couldn’t yet place how her husband and his little bruder could go through a whole bag of them in just one lunch sitting.

She frowned and tousled her hair as she stared at the empty fridge.

Sure she knew they were men, and they tended to eat more. But she couldn’t wrap her mind around how they could eat the whole thing. Ludwig, maybe. He was big bulky and strong. Muscles popped out of his very neck- Gilbert on the other hand… As much as she loved him- As much as she adored her albino husband, He was not to the same caliber as Ludwig. He was skinny and almost lanky- He had muscle and basically not a lick of fat on him. But it wasn’t like Luds Muscle. Gilbert would take off his shirt and you could see his abs and his ribs all in one go- so how in gods green earth did they-

“Ah Allo Name.’

Her thoughts were snapped to attention when her brother in law walked in. She was about to ask him her thoughts when she noticed his attire. Sweaty tank top- shorts and tennis shoes. She arched a brow at him only to yelp when her husband came barreling through the kitchen door- panting but laughing as he always did.

“Shiesse! Dur fast…” He laughed and wiped the sweat from his forehead. His platinum blonde hair stuck to his forehead and the back of his neck in a nasty slick- His clothes were sweaty but not like Luds. Her husband was much more covered then his brother- probably because it was a sunny day out- and Name would put money on the fact that Gilbert probably didn’t put any sunblock on.

Of course.

His outfit consisted of a long sleeved shirt- one runner’s would use. So the cloth was probably thin, But under it contained an even thinner shirt which covered his neck like a turtle top. He was wearing shorts- but had black bands around his knees. He was wearing running shoes as well which was a little odd for her. He loved his combat boots or his fancy dress shoes just as much as Ludwig did- they had some similarities that always threw her for a loop.

Gilbert kept panting and actually placed two hands behind him on his lower back. He gasped for a second and then leant forwards- sweaty hair now dangling towards the floor freestyle. Beads of sweat dribbled off and splashed on the floor for none to hear unless their ears were that good. It was silent- which was rare for Gilbert admittedly. Then Gilbert jerked up fast and held out an open hand- to which Ludwig tossed him an ice cold water bottle from the fridge. It was gone in a matter of seconds.

Gilbert swiped his hand across his mouth one last time and then wrinkled up his nose. He sniffed the sleeve of his shirt, tossed the bottle, and then made a beeline upstairs. His running shoes hit the stairs in an even pattern. It left her standing there with Ludwig who was also finishing up a water bottle. Okay… She knew they worked out and all but this was a little newer. She didn’t even know Gilbert was out of bed already- He WAS NOT a morning person.

“So.. You guys are running now?” Ludwig looked a bit confused, “ Ve always run..”

‘...But not in the morning?” She pointed out as she grabbed a cup from the cupboard and poured herself a cup of hot coffee. She was going to fry up a wurst for breakfast- like a good southern breakfast- but that was shot down when she noticed there wasn’t any.

“Ah…Ja. Vell. Weather changes. I also tend to be too busy in the evening to vork out anymore und Gilbert has been vanting to join back in for a vhile.”

‘....Your not telling me my husband is out of shape are you?” He grinned, “ Not in so little vords. Nein..” He chuckled, grabbed a cup of coffee as well and sat down, sweat and all. She was sure he was itching to shower sas well- Ludwig and Gilbert were known for their OCD, “ Although, if du vere to zay he vas, I vouldn’t correct du.” His grin was cheeky and knowing. Sometimes it was so hard to tell he and Gilbert were related in anyway. Ludwig was up every morning on the dot, dressed and sparkly and just ready for life's problems. Gilbert acted like you tried to shoot him in the middle of war and was ready to sentence you to death if you woke him up before he was ready. People always said Gilbert was a demon or a trouble maker along those lines- and Name hated every time they said such things- But in the mornings? It was sadly true. You never woke up someone who had insomnia. It was like asking for a public skinning in the square.

Ludwig was always soft spoken and listened. Gilbert listened but then laughed as loud and as hard as he could and THEN gave you advice.

There were times she saw it though. Like right now- With Ludwig grinning cheekily like Gilbert did all the time, Or when she walked in the library and there was her husband. He would have his reading glasses on as he thumbed through a book that was in a language she couldn’t and probably would never understand. He spoke many languages. Read almost every book he got his hands on. He was a strategy genius, and yet he goofed off and grinned. Laughed and posed. Flirted and bragged. If only the people who were ready to judge saw the Gilbert she saw.

The gentle one. The worried one. The scared one. The broken one. The unsure one…

The insecure one.

“He’d be so offended.” Name laughed and sipped her coffee. The welcoming bitterness clouded her senses which led to her muscles relaxing.

“Oh Ja. I can hear it now… What do du mean I um out of zhape? I um zhe vne vho put du in zhape, and don't du forget it!” He grinned as he tried his darndest to imitate his brother. It was again times like this that reminded Name he was indeed related to Gilbert. They were just about to laugh when Ludwig got a sharp smack to the back of his head. It seems as if Gilbert had taken a very fast shower and was now glowering down at his little brother.

“ Und don’t forget it.” He smiled, almost too sharply down at Ludwig- But the younger returned the look and Name swore she saw sparks as their fight for authority continued. And just like that- after Lud got shifty and looked away- did it all settle.

“MEINE LIEBE!” She felt two arms wrap around her from behind. Her face blossomed into a smile and her hands touched his own, “Vhy aren’t du eating meine frau?” He glanced down at the spot in front of her and frowned. She could only roll her eyes, “ Du have to eat to get dur strength. Du know zhis. Nozhing iz more healthy..”He looked down at her and frowned, but his bottom lip jutted out in a pout and she couldn’t help herself from chuckling.

“ Well. I was going to eat a wurst but they were all gone. Even though I bought some two days ago. Tell me… How can you and your brother eat a whole bag of them in one day?” She looked at her humored.He frowned and met her gaze.

“...Du only bought one bag? Du never do zhat here. Du always buy at least five…..But zhats okay! Du didn't’ know. Zo zhe everly cool me- dur amazing husband… iz going to go get zome more.’ He grinned- not catching how she gawked at him.

“Five?!?” She echoed but he was already tugging on some combat boots- grabbing some car keys and out the door in a flash. She heaved a heavy sigh. Sometimes she couldn’t even catch up with him…

But again…

“Five…?” She whispered and massaged her brow as Ludwig glanced at her and leaned back in his chair.

“ Vell. Ve du vork out alot. Ve vork up a big appetite everytime ve do- and despite how he looks- bruder almost puts back more zhen I do..” he grinned but sat up and washed out his coffee cup. Name couldn’t think straight now and was now rubbing her temple with a confused look on her face.

“...Gilbert…eats more… then you..?” “Ja.. But du can’t blame him veally.’ He watched her as if debating if he should say anything or not. But something on his face said he was going to tell her whether he wanted to or whether she wanted him to or not. He opened a cabinet and grabbed a skillet before grabbing the eggs out. Sense his brother was getting wurst he would fix them all a nice hearty breakfast. Plus he and Gilbert were probably starving from their run.

“Vhen I vas sehr klein…I had a lot of developing to do. Und food was… harder to come by back zhen. It wasn’t just food. It was financial support. Gut leaders… zhe vorks. Bruder- who had a harder life zhen mein own- vanted me to have a better vne. Zo.. He sacrificed alot for me. Including food. He vas already zmall- because being a knight isn’t easy for anyone. He hasn’t told me much of his childhood except zhe exciting ztories- but du and me both know bruder is stubborn and probably vent zhrough more zhen ve like to admit. He was considered zmaller zhen zhe rest and thinner. Muscler from var and fighting- but no fat. Prussia vent zhrough many food shortages- und zhe knights traveled sometimes for days without food. He’z zhorter zhen me because of it. He is thinner zhen me because he gave all zhat he had to me. I sometimes vonder if he eats a lot because he is ztarved after all zhese years- or…” He trailed off. But it was unspoken and they both knew what he was trying to say.

He eats a lot because he's really hungry- or because he doesn’t know when the next meal is going to be…

“I think he knows things are a lot better than what you had back then- maybe it's his body catching up with years of lack of nutrition…” “..Could be.” Ludwig smiled as he started to crack eggs open. She watched him curiously before getting up and grabbing the ingredients for pancakes as well. The tall blonde looked at her a bit dubiously- and her lips turned upwards into a small.

“...Well…Sense you two have big appetites..” He smiled.

And some sort of understanding passed between them.

But…Something else rang tried and true in her mind.

Gilbert didn’t just have a big appetite for food.

He had a big appetite for love.

And that was the most important one of all.

#aph prussia #aph germany #gilbert beilschmidt #ludwig beilschmidt #Gilbert beilschmidt x reader #aph Prussia x reader #Prussia x reader #fluff

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