PrussiaxReader - IHaW Ch. 4

Your face drained of color as you realized just exactly what you were getting in to. The trio had you stuck in the middle, not giving you any space to escape.

Oh, and escape you tried. Apparently, they really didn't care if people saw you kicking and screaming your head off. It just further encouraged them.

"Aww, come on schön! We'll have a lot of fun~" Gil grinned your way, sending a shiver down your spine. You could tell by the tone of his voice that this would be a very…interesting experience, to say the least.

As if the world hated you and wanted to speed up time to make you suffer, the four of you quickly reached the front of the line. After paying for the paddle boats, the supervisor led your group to the dock and gave you brief instructions. He flashed you a knowing smile. You laughed a bit, thinking that this was probably not the first time a girl was dragged unwillingly on a paddle boat.

"________! You're riding with me!" Gilbert grabbed your hand and dragged you in to the white and red pedalo before Francis and Antonio could.

"I swear, if I fall out, you won't live to eat another wurst!" You yelled randomly. Wait…wurst? Where did that come from.

Realizing what you had said, Gilbert burst in to laughter."Sure, fraulein! I'd like to see you try!" He winked at you and, without warning you whatsoever, and started to pedal furiously. With a squeal, you tried to join in, failing. The pedals were slippery, and your shoes could barely grip on to them.

"________, wait up! Gil!" You could hear Francis and Antonio calling you from behind. As much as you wanted to look back, you were afraid of what Gil would do when you weren't looking. Luckily, Gilbert seemed to hear the two screaming from behind your boat and slowed down to glance back at them, waving his arms in the air.

"Hurry up! Let's race! Meet us by that huge rock over there!" He yelled back at them before returning to pedaling. You grabbed on to the side of the boat with one hand and his arm with the other.

"Ha! Are you afraid, ________?" He smirked deviously at you, simultaneously speeding up. You bit back a yelp, your grip on his arm tightening. Your lips curled upwards in a tight lipped smile when he hissed in pain.

"Woah, watch the nails!" Releasing his arm, you continued to paddle, careful not to use up all your energy. You decided that you were not going to let your brother and Francis win! When your pedalo reached the starting point, you watched the other pair try to follow you. Many failed turns, crashes, and bumps later, they finally reached you.

"Alright, we'll race to the dock and back again! On the count of three- eins, zwei….DREI!" With a final yell, Gilbert started to pedal, his face growing a bit red because of all the work. You tried as equally as hard as him, and halfway through you felt yourself growing tired.

"S-Shit! Come on, _______, we gotta win this! Weiter so! Keep going!" You heard Gilbert shout in your ear. This, for some reason, convinced you to not give up. Instead, you pushed harder, carefully breathing and focusing. Who knew you would be so focused on a paddle boat race? The thought made you mentally laugh.

By the time your pedalo had reached the dock, you started to really experience difficulties. Thankfully, Gilbert had obviously done this before, so he guided you in navigating the pedalo. Before you knew it, the two of you were vigorously paddling to the finish line.

"Let's do it, Gil! Only a little more!" You shouted eagerly, a huge smile rocking you features. Victory was so close!

Finally, after what seemed like hours, your pedalo had reached the finish line. Gilbert whooped in excitement, and you tackled him in a side hug. You pulled back when you heard Francis and Antonio laughing their heads off from their boat. Gil started to paddle so that the two pedalos were side by side.

"What's so funny?" You huffed, crossing your arms.

Gilbert smirked beside you."Are you guys disappointed you lost?" He snickered, obviously enjoying being the 'top paddle boater'.

"N-No! D-Don't you r-realize?" Antonio was clutching his stomach from laughing so hard. Francis was no better, tears streaming down his cheeks from all the intense laughter.

Raising a brow, you turned to Gil, who was just as confused as you were.

"W-We weren't e-even r-racing!" With that, everything suddenly clicked in your mind. Gilbert turned beat red- you assumed it was from both anger and embarrassment- and started to lunge at the two. You shrieked in surprise at him jumping over you, and Francis screamed like a girl as he was dragged in the water with Gilbert clutching on to his shoulders. You didn't know if you should have laughed or yelled for help. Glancing at you brother, he grinned. Yep, this was definitely normal.

When the two popped up from under the water, they were both gasping for air and headed to their separate pedalos.

"Seriously, Gil! What if you like…drowned or something? Or drowned Francis?" You pouted, crossing your arms as he climbed in.

"The worst thing that could've happened was me ruining his hair, calm down _______." He grinned, placing his arm over your shoulders. You shook your head and glanced at Antonio and Francis. The scene almost had you laughing.

Francis was, indeed, tearing up over his 'ruined' hair. A random handkerchief appeared out of nowhere, and he was biting down on it as if to suppress a scream. Antonio was still smiling, patting his shoulder.

Turning to face Gil, you sighed."What did I just get myself in to?"

He grinned back at you, laughing."Hell, ________. Utter hell."