Prussia x Reader [Oneshot] [[Commission]]

Title:
That One Girl
Summary:
Anime: Hetalia
Prussia [Gilbert Beilschmidt] x Reader
Oneshot
Commission for Curious-Owl
Credits:
Hetalia and it's characters © Hidekaz Himaruya
This story © RecklessAlbinoChibi
You © Yourself, or whoever you want

Warnings: Bad Language. Also, there are some words/sentences in French, Spanish and German. The translations will be in the description.

The blonde, French drama queen had his arm linked with his Spanish friend, Antonio. It didn't take a genius to work out that they were both up to no good. One look at their facial expression and the way that they strutted out of the doors of Gakuen Hetalia as if the cameras were pointed at them seemed to explain everything. Francis' hair was in its usual style, wavy and lush, completely unaffected by the wind, clothed in the school uniform with a few feminine touches of a pink flower poking out of his jacket and trouser pockets. Antonio with his own usual style: messy brown hair, school uniform. The only major noticeable difference was that the other male of the 'bad touch trio' was not with them. He was not stationed at his usual place, in the very centre between the other two. The Prussian male lagged behind them, his hands stuck in the pockets of his red jacket as he stared at the floor.

Gilbert Beilschmidt could hear Francis and Antonio's footsteps slamming against the pavement as they 'strutted their stuff', and needless to say, he was annoyed by it. Usually, the white haired, demon-eyed male was all for his friends antics. He'd have a seemingly permanent grin surfaced onto his lips as all three of them wandered over to a girl that suited their standards of 'what's hot and what's not'. Their standards usually meant a skanky girl with extremely short skirts, extremely tight shirts, extremely large breasts. But right now, Francis and Antonio where crossing the line. They were completely and utterly crossing it. Actually, screw that. They were so far over the line that Gilbert could barely see them.

What were they doing, you ask? They were heading towards the one girl that Gilbert had already stated was completely 'off limits'. That one girl that caused Gilbert's pale cheeks to turn from white to red within a matter of milliseconds. That one girl that could make Gilbert's speech transform into a stuttering mess. That one girl that with one sway of the hips, could effectively make Gilbert freeze and stare with a love-struck look to him. As much as the blonde and the brunette persisted, Gilbert refused to accept the fact that he was in love. This was Gilbert. He was known for his perverted ways and the way that he travels from girl to girl without any feelings other than 'damn this bitch has a fine body'. Gilbert Beilschmidt, the Prussian male, the leader of the Bad Touch Trio, was utterly and hopelessly in love with a female that was from the country of [your country].

At first, as soon as the topic of 'hitting on [Your Name]' was brought up, Gilbert protested greatly. He made it clear to his friends that she was completely off limits, but even so, they ignored him. With blush rising to his cheeks, he had refused to go with them. There was no way in Hell that he would go and talk to her. He'd never held a decent conversation with her before. He made sure to never talk to her. If she ever said 'hi' to him, he'd hurriedly choke out a small response before rushing off. If he accidently bumped into her in the corridor [which happened rather regularly], he'd go into panic mode: quickly look her over and make sure she was okay, before belting out a loud 'sorry' and then again, rushing off. She probably didn't even have a clue what his name was. But, Gilbert had noticed the look that had surfaced into his friend's eyes. There was no way that they'd back down now. And without giving the albino a second thought, Francis and Antonio had linked arms before strutting off in search of their target. And would Gilbert let them do anything to [Your Name]? If you guessed no, they ding ding, you are correct. There was no way in Hell that he'd let that one girl be alone with those two. Even if it meant having to make conversation, even if it meant having to physically drag Francis and Antonio away, he'd do it.

But here he was, dragging his feet along. He decided that he'd see what they did first. If they tried anything, he'd make sure to make their life a living Hell. He already had each possible scenario set in his mind with all the solutions. Scenario 1? Francis and Antonio kidnap [Your Name]. Solution? Kick the shit out of them. They can apologize later and just maybe he'd forgive them. Scenario 2? Francis and Antonio turn on their flirting skills. Solution? Drag them away. No one is allowed to hit on [Your Name]. Scenario 3? A cow falls from the sky and flattens Francis and Antonio. Solution? Thank fuck for that. No solution needed. Scenario 4? They leave Gilbert alone with [Your Name]. Solution? Run for the fucking hills and never look back.

He then heard the 'strutting' stop. Gilbert looked up, alarmed to find that all three of them were right behind her. Immediately, the sudden realisation that Gilbert was just a metre away from her hit him. Alarms bells were already going off in his head as a horrified look crossed his face, his cheeks tinting pink.

[Your Name] was stood still, staring ahead of her. If Gilbert remembered correctly from seeing her around a lot, she was waiting for an older brother or sister to come pick her up from school. Her shoulders were slumped, her arms wrapped around a binder folder that had been decorated with images of one of her favourite bands. Gilbert had remembered that the band was [your favourite band], because after seeing her with that folder, he had went home and started listening to their songs. Surprisingly, he seemed to like it. Her hair was in its usual style, and her uniform was a little ruffled and beaten after a long day of school. She had taken off the school blazer, left in a tight-ish white shirt and her black and red tie. She wore a skirt that went up to her mid-thigh, creating a perfect view of her legs but showing no where near enough for her to be considered 'one of the schools sluts'. She was the average, pretty female.

Gilbert had paled even further than his usual skin tone as he saw Francis lift an arm. The Frenchman's slender arm reached out, tapping her on the shoulder. Upon feeling the light tap, she turned around, a small look of adorable surprise showing on her face. Her dazzling [eye colour] eyes widened a little, but she relaxed a few seconds later. "Yes?" She questioned, her [accent] rolled beautifully off her tongue in a way that made Gilbert want to swoon.

But Gilbert then caught the smirk on his friend's faces.

Antonio had already released Francis' linked arm hold, wrapping his right arm around [Your Name]'s shoulders. The Spanish teen pulled her into his side, a giggle escaping his mouth. Francis took her left hand in his own, lifting it to his mouth and placing a gentle kiss onto the back of her fist. Gilbert had no time react as they begun speaking, their signature laughs rolling out of their mouths and entering her ears.

"You're looking beautiful today, [Your Name]," Francis spoke first, lifting his lust-filled blue eyes up to her, or mostly her chest. "You're looking absolutely magnifique in that skirt and that top~!"
Feeling a little left out, Antonio tugged the bottom of her shirt. "Si, mi amigo. You're looking terrific and adorable!"
"And that hair," the blonde started, lifting his fingers and grabbing a strand of her hair as he rolled his fingers through it. "Absolutely beautiful, mon cher."

Fuming at the fact that she was being complimented by the biggest crazies in the history and not him, he decided to speak out. In a very gruff voice, he muttered, "Ja. Sieht gut aus."

Nervous laughter bubbled out of her throat as her eyes darted between the Spaniard who held her and the Frenchman who was stroking her hair. Gilbert crossed him arms, a glare directed at the other two males. Scenario 2 was starting to take place. Any moment now, Gilbert would hurriedly apologize before dragging them off. This was definitely not an awesome moment for him.

But, unexpectedly, something else happened.

Gilbert watched in horror as Francis and Antonio let out their signature, creepy laugh, before disappearing. He could do nothing as they place one single kiss on her cheek [Francis kissed her right and Toni kissed her left], before dashing off, leaving a trail of dust behind them. However, before they left, they made sure to pick up her folder from her grasp and throw it to the floor, pages slipping out and scattering everywhere on the cement. He stared after them, his mind unable to click to what had just happened. All he knew was that they were suddenly gone, laughing like maniacs as they ran.

But then he realised that he was left alone.

Scenario 3 just kicked into motion.

Gilbert was alone with that one girl.

I repeat.

Gilbert was alone with that one girl.

Prepare to start screaming and run around like a maniac as you try and fail to keep the situation under control, if you please.

Thanks for your cooperation.

It finally sank in. Gilbert slowly turned, seeing that she was also staring after where Francis and Toni had left with a look of confusion on her face. She too was clearly surprised, unable to even take in the fact that her folder was lying on the floor in a messy heap with most of its contents spilled out like an open wound seeping blood.

She then turned to look at the floor, before she sighed. "Damn it," she muttered, leaning down to pick it up. It was then that the Prussian male sprung into action. He was down on his knees in a matter of milliseconds, gathering up each page that all had [Your Name]'s neat writing sprawled across it, and sometimes the odd doodle on the corner of the pages. She stood, dumbfounded as Gilbert carefully placed one page over the other, making sure to not damage the pages any further. He then slipped them into her open folder, before standing up. He turned to her, a grin surfacing onto his lips as he held it out to her. "Sorry about that whole unawesome event," he laughed, his confidence starting to show. "Are you okay?"

Her confused and surprised look morphed into a smile. The sweetest smile that Gilbert had ever seen. And it was directed at him. She gently took the folder from him, hugging it close to her chest.

"Yes, I'm okay. T-Thank you for helping me with my stuff. Hey," she chirped. "It's you again!"

His confidence then began to melt again. He gave her a sheepish look, his cheeks going pink. "I-I-Is that said in a good way, or a bad way?" He mentally slapped himself for starting his sentence with a stutter, mentally noting down that his performance was 'unawesome' and that he had totally messed up.

"Oh, a good way!" She grinned at him, her tight hold on her binder loosening a little to show that she was more relaxed. "You're the guy that I keep bumping into in the corridors! I see you a lot, actually. You're always with those two that just ran of, aren't you?"

He nodded, sighing. This was the one time that he was ashamed to say that he was friends with them. Surely, being in the Bad Touch Trio must make this girl think that he was a despicable man with nothing but bad intentions towards woman.

Gilbert watched as she narrowed her eyes, seemingly thinking something over. After a moment, she clicked her fingers, grinning. "You're Gilbert, aren't you?"

Upon hearing his name, his heart fluttered within the confinement of his ribcage. "U-Uhm, ja. Das bin ich." He couldn't believe that she knew who he was. Needless to say, he felt awesome. "I-I'm the awesome Gilbert," he looked away, mentally slapping himself again for the use of the word 'awesome'. He didn't want this girl to think that he was some egotistical freak.

"I'm happy to meet you," she reached out, placing a hand on his arm, making electricity shoot through his body in a pleasing way. "My name is [Your Name]. We never seem to talk much, do we? I mean, we always bump in each other a lot! I keep trying to start a conversation with you but you just say 'hi' and then rush off."

"S-Sorry about that," Gilbert laughed nervously. "I-I'm just u-usually in a rush. Y-You know? Unawesome t-thing to tend to."

"Yeah, you got to keep things awesome," she laughed, causing his cheeks to go a fiery red.

Gilbert nodded, already backing off. He'd had enough conversation. Any more could potentially result in him becoming a stuttering mess. "L-Like right now, f-for instance. U-Unawesome thing to sort out. Y-You know? S-So sorry frau, b-but I must leave."

She then pouted, most adorable, he noted down.

Just as he was about to rush off again, she grabbed his arm and pulled him closer. Before he had time to react, or even blush for that matter, [Your Name] placed a quick kiss onto his cheek before releasing him. "Thank you, Gilbert."

His cheeks went bright red, before he nodded hastily, his hand resting on the cheek that she had just kissed. "Y-You're welcome, [Your Name]."

"Perhaps next time we meet you wont run?" She suggested, grinning. "I'd be happy to sit down with you at lunch and we can talk."

"I'd like that," a grin made its way onto his lips. "T-Thanks for being awesome, frau," he grinned, his face still red as he gave her a quick, awkward wave before rushing off in the direction that Francis and Antonio had left.

This was the best day of his life. The absolute, best fucking day ever.