PrussiaxReader - IHaW Ch. 9

Gilbert's grip on you tightened when the red headed teenager stepped forward, crossing his arms.

"I see you found her. Figures she'd already be with another guy." He sneered. Julia and Austin glared at him, creating a blockade around you.

"Why did you even try to find us, Marc?" Julia hissed out.

"Who is this, _______?" Francis questioned, standing up. You turned to see Maddie standing with him, along with the rest of the group.

"I'm her ex boyfriend, Marc Gonzales." Michael grinned, moving his hair out of his face. You smirked and leaned in to Gilbert.

"Why are you here?" You spat out, afraid of the answer. He had hurt you too many times, in so many different ways. He would not ruin your life. Not this time. Not when everything was finally going right.

"My mom heard of this school due to these two going around raising money to visit you. So now she wants me to check it out for a month. But there's no way I'm going to stay here longer than that with you around!" Marc grunted out, spitting on the ground below him. You rolled your eyes at his excuse.

"You're such a tragedy." You released yourself from Gilbert's side and stepped forward, crossing your arms.

"And you're such a bitch." He retorted. You turned around to see Austin and Julia telling everyone to calm down and let you handle this. Silently, you thanked them. You needed to work this out once and for all. However, you felt a bit scared by the looks of rage flashing in all of their eyes. Gilbert and Antonio looked like they were about to explode. This was the first time you had ever seen Antonio lose his temper. Even Lovino was helping in holding him back.

"Y'know what? You're just a trailer trash asshole. Do you honestly think that telling off a girl makes you look cool? No. It makes you look like a total jerk. That's why you have no friends. Nobody wants to be around a coldhearted jerk like you!" By the end of your sentence, you were yelling, your fists clenched. The next thing you knew, a loud smack was heard and you hit the ground.

"I swear, if you ever talk to me like that again, I'll do what I did all that time ago to you."
Your eyes were wide with fright and anger as you gathered what happened. You looked over to your friends, to see them looking at you in shock. Tears welled in your eyes and you stood up quickly before running. You didn't care where you were running, you just wanted out. Marck just hit and threatened you. In front of all your friends. In front of the people who were the most important to you. In front of Antonio. In front of Gilbert.

Before you knew it, you found yourself in the secret garden Gilbert had showed you. Every day he would walk you from second period here. In the same place where he confessed to you, he talked to you about the randomest stuff every day.

Your legs collapsed underneath you as you sobbed by the hedges. Your cheek hurt, but you weren't paying attention to that. You felt absolutely humiliated, and weak. Secretly, you wished that you hadn't confronted him. None of this would have happened.
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"________!" Gilbert's voice rung in your head, and you wished that he wasn't coming to get you. You really didn't want to face him after that. Still, you didn't move, still in a heap of tears.

"________...I'm so sorry." The Prussian's voice was gentle as he approached you. He kneeled down beside you and slowly placed an arm around you, pulling you close to his body. Without a word, you sobbed in to his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso.

"I-I'm s-such…and i-idiot." You sputtered out, trying to calm down. He simply shushed you, whispered calm words in to your ear.

"You did nothing wrong…you're strong, liebling…" Gilbert stroked your hair with his hand and kissed your forehead, closing his eyes.

"Do you want to know what he meant when he threatened me?" You whispered against his clothes. He squirmed under you and opened his eyes.

"I'm not going to force you to tell me anything, _______." Your eyes met his and you shook your head.

"I want you to know, Gil." Gilbert stayed quiet and you began your story.

"I met him in middle school. All of the girls liked him, as did I. I've known him since preschool, but never really approached him. He seemed to flirt with everyone, and I eventually accepted that he wouldn't like me. But one day he approached me and asked me if I wanted to go out with him. I accepted. For the first couple of weeks, everything was going well. He was nice enough, but something seemed off." You took a deep breath and paused before continuing.

"On our one month anniversary, I wanted to give him a card that I drew myself. He invited me to his house, telling me that his family was going to be out of town. When we went in to his room he locked his door. When I asked him what he was doing, he said that it was just a habit. I just sat on his bed, dismissing it. That was the worst thing I could have done. The next thing I knew, a girl stepped out from his closet and started laughing, staring at me. When I asked him what she was doing there, he just smiled and said I was going to be punished." By this time the tears were fully flowing again, your breath irregular. Gil's grip on your body tightened and he buried his face in your hair.

"_______, you don't have to-"

"Let me finish," You needed him to know everything. "She attacked me, holding me down as he kicked me. She said that I was just there to amuse him. She was his real girlfriend, already in high school. Apparently they did this to a lot of girls for entertainment. When they were done beating me, he tossed me out of his house, laughing and tearing my card in front of my eyes. I went home, crying and bruised. I told my mother that I had tripped down a hill on the way home, and luckily she believed me." Gil growled in the middle of your story, his anger rising. You looked up at him and smiled, shaking your head.

"Gilbert, don't worry. I've long recovered from that. I know that you'll always be here for me." Gilbert looked down at you sadly, pressing his forehead against yours.

"I'll never hurt you like that, _______. You're everything to me." He whispered with his eyes closed. You smiled at his response and kissed his cheek.

"W-Where is everyone?" You sniffed, managing to stop crying for a few moments. He smiled down at you and leaned against the hedge.

"They're trying to pull Alfred away from Marck." He sighed, wiping tears off your face with his thumb.

"W-What?" You felt afraid, hoping that the idiot didn't attack innocent Alfred.

"After you left Alfred, Antonio and I started to curse and yell at him…and Arthur tried to calm Alfred down by grabbing his hands. Of course he saw and started to call them faggots. So Alfred attacked him." He chuckled softly at the end of the explanation and pulled you closer to his body. You happily accepted the extra warmth and actually laughed.

"I wish I could've seen that." You sighed, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

"He started screaming bloody murder. I'm surprised I didn't see any teachers running over there on my way." Gilbert let out a deep breath of air, momentarily closing his eyes. You took this as an opportunity to study his face without having his eyes watching you.

Reaching up, you stroked his cheek and grinned. When Gil opened his eyes, you blushed innocently, pulling back your hand. He responded by placing his hand over yours, his eyes half lidded. Your blush grew instantly, somehow leaning forward.

Gilbert leaned forward at the same time. At one point your lips met. Gilbert wrapped his other arm around your waist and pulled you on to his lap. You ran your free hand through his hair, rubbing your thumb around his ear. The kiss was passionate without too much action. It didn't need to be sex in a kiss to be passionate. You spoke your emotions with the kiss. As you pulled away for breath, you breathed and rested both of your hands on his neck. He let his other hand fall to your waist and you both blushed.

"Ich liebe dich, ________." His eyes, half lidded and glazed, made you want to lean forward and continue kissing him. But you had to say something before that.

"I love you too, Gilbert." With those words you connected your lips with his again, tangling your fingers in his platinum blonde locks. Gil rubbed comforting circled on your waist, smiling in to the kiss. This time he was the first to pull away, desperate for air.

"You're a pretty good kisser, ________." Gilbert 'kesesesese'd and held you close to him, kissing your chin.

"I think you're an awesome kisser, Gilly." His face flushed almost immediately and pulled you in to a quick kiss before laughing.

"That's my girl!"