Punk!PrussiaXReader Boy in the Back of Class 10.2

A/n: This be the good ending yo~! Happy New Years and Enjoy the reading~!


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“How many damn times do I have to tell you this?! No! I’m trying to –augh! You know what, forget it! I don’t care! I just don’t care anymore!” I hung up the phone and sat down on the couch. My heart felt like jumping off the side of a building.

“Is everything alright (Name)?” I quickly cleaned away the small fragments of tears and looked over my shoulder with a smile.

“I’m fine Ludwig, thanks,” I turned my attention back to my clenched fists.

I’m pretty sure he knew what was up. So I ignored that he sat down next to me with a concerned look. “It was Gilbert again wasn’t it?”

I nodded my head. He knew what was up. Everyone did. Dammit! Arthur got out of jail last week and I’m still pissed about how he even knew my relationship was going do hill fast.

There was a bitter chuckle next to me and I moved my gaze to look at Ludwig out of the corner of my eye. “I wish I could say he knew what he was doing, or even have a reason,”

“But he doesn’t,” I finished with a huff.

Things haven’t been so well between Gilbert and I. He’s been avoiding me and I wish I could tell you the answer but that’s just not going to happen.

I was so scared of losing him. I didn’t want that. But he needed to change. Or maybe I needed to change, but something needed to happen! I didn’t want everything I love come crashing down around me!

But I came up with a plan. Well Ludwig did but I was going to help. I’ve been with Gilbert for about four or five years now. I wasn’t so sure about marrying him right now with how we’ve been fighting a lot. But I think I just found a way to fix it.

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I was hiding in Ludwig’s room behind the slightly closed door. And to Gilbert just walking in after work, he had no idea I was home. He’d most likely think I’d be at class now or something.

Nope. He was wrong.

But Ludwig was home, and that’s the most important part. I grinned to myself when I heard the slightly little yell and gasp from my own room.

“West! Why are all of (Name)’s things gone!?” Gilbert bombarded his younger brother, who was peacefully sitting on the couch reading.

He rolled his eyes and shut the book aggressively and with attitude! Wow! Nice acting Ludwig! I spoke to soon. “Do you have a brain up there or are you just that stupid!” Woah. Ludwig sounded pretty pissed off.

I could only imagine the painful look on Gilbert’s face after that.  “What..?”

“She’s leaving you! Can’t you tell? You’ve been pretty shitty to her!” I’d have to thank Ludwig later for this. He’s a dear friend of mine and I care for him. He’s such a nice person at times. I did love him, like a little brother which was funny because I never thought of it like that. But whatever, he’s family to me nonetheless. So I knew he’d look out for me as well.

I accepted Gilbert to flip his shit, say he didn’t do anything wrong and deny the fact that anything was wrong. But he didn’t. To both mine and Ludwig’s shock, he muttered a simple “I know,”

“If you know then why didn’t you see this coming?”

“Because, I figured she’d be able to hold up a little longer,” There was a harsh sigh, extremely harsh and a hiss with a slur of German curses. Gilbert sat down on the small tanged couch, and then Ludwig sat down with him. He spoke softly at first, so softly that I couldn’t hear the words, only the deep tone of his voice. Ludwig would mutter a few things back to him in a more calm and relaxing tone.

When their words hit my ears I understood what they said, even if it was German. Living with them for so long has given me a wonderful advantage

“I’ve been saving, a lot.” Gilbert muttered, the sound of shifting and soft footsteps followed, and soon the unbeknownst sound of two beer cans opening.

There was a soft grunt and then the sound of Gilbert’s body flopping down onto the couch. “She told me you had a lot of money saved up, and that half the money in there is hers to use and you won’t let her,”

“Yeah, I need it,”

“For what?”

“……You won’t tell her will you?”

“Not unless I think she has a right to know,”

“Well....I..” He paused and scoffed,“Just don’t tell her alright? I’ll do it myself in a while,” I felt like I should have stopped listening, this was invading his privacy. But when you’re like me, and you want to get to the bottom of things and try to get the answers you’ve been searching for, and for so long, you just have no fucks to give anymore.  

Gilbert’s voice reached my ears again and I hushed my breathing to a low, steady pace. “I’m saving the money for some things for us. Her and me I mean,”

Silence, a sloshy slurp of beer and a mutter, “But why are you avoiding her all the time?”

“Do you know how hard it is to say no to someone you love?”

I could just imagine Ludwig rolling his eyes with that you’re-telling-me look on his face. “That’s not a very good reason brother. You’ve been treating her fairly poorly. All you do is drink, and ask her for money that you can easily get yourself,” There was a short pause, and a groan from one of the two. I wasn’t sure who. “What about a few weeks ago when you barged into her class asking her for money or something? You were drunk and stupid. I don’t think you even deserve her anymore,”

“Take that back,” The deep growl, the sound of pure nerve raking anger, came from deep within Gilbert with an unbearable amount of seriousness. I took a step away from the half cracked door. I was so shocked that I stumbled over my own feet landing on flat on my ass.

“Take it back! Now!” Gilbert’s voice demanded that his brother listen to him. But Ludwig refused to give in. Not now, not ever.

“Not until you explain why you’ve been an ass to someone like her!?” I don’t think Ludwig is acting anymore. He must truly care this as much as I do.

“I’m-” Gilbert stopped and something fell to the ground, or something hit the ground. Just something made a large banging sound and then there was a muffled yell.

“You’re what?”

“I’m scared! I’m depressed! I’m fucking losing my mind! I may have her with me, or….did whatever! Things between us…They just aren’t the same as they use to be. I think –honestly, and you’re going to laugh- but it has something to do with Kirkland getting out of jail,"

“That’s it?”

Nothing was spoken for a while, so I imagined Gilbert must have shook his head when I heard him speak again. “No, I have a plan, I hope to bring us back together. If she can just wait a little longer. I know I’ve been avoiding her, and using her. I can’t help it, I...just- I’m scared that any second, of any day she’ll wind with Kirkland or something,”

“Your ego has died hasn’t it,”

“Oh my god! Don’t talk about it! I told you I’ve been depressed! I don’t even know why!”

“Maybe it’s repressed memories, or maybe because you’re albino you’re fucked up,” Wow, Ludwig can be rude when he wants to.

“I think I have enough problems without you as it is,” Gilbert scoffed that was soon followed by a hearty chuckle from Ludwig. “Look, my plan is to marry her, make her mine. I’ve saved up so much to buy this,” He must have shown Ludwig something on his phone I guess. Nothing was said for a while.

But a grunt of satisfaction was soon followed. “I’m sure she’ll like it, but you better find her and talk things out with her. She’s been really messed up lately. Like, she asked me to talk to you for her; she can’t even bring herself to speak with you right now. You really hurt her brother. You need to fix this,” Was it just me or did Ludwig talk so much easier in German or what?

A sigh was heard and then I could hear Gilbert rise from the couch. “Do you know where I can find her?”

“You really want to know? Shouldn’t you at least clean yourself up a bit?”

“I will in a minute,”

“She should be at her dad’s, if not there at Arthurs” I inwardly cringed at how accurate Ludwig could be about that.

“Would she really go there?” Fear intertwined its way into Gilbert’s voice and guilt over took me. He really was scared I’d leave him for Arthur. That because now that he was out of jail and the past was in the past, I’d go back to him.

Anger flared inside my heart. Well, maybe if Gilbert got his shit together he wouldn’t have to worry about me leaving him! And what the hell was making him depressed! What happened to him that was so tragic!?

“No, I don’t think so, unless she was drunk –maybe. But she still loves you, if she didn’t she wouldn’t have asked me to talk to you,” Thanks Ludwig, I see what you did there.

The conversation ended there and I took it as my cue to leave Ludwig’s room once I was sure Gilbert got in the shower. I ran up to the blonde and first I punched him, hard, in the arm.

He winced at me and glared holding his now injured arm. “What the hel-” I quickly hushed him with a thankful hug.

“Thanks Lud, I’ll buy you some beer on my way home. Really this means a lot to me,” He only nodded and I was quick to run out and run like hell to my dad’s house. I couldn’t take my car, Gilbert would have noticed it suddenly was gone.

But it took me about twenty minutes of straight up hot sweaty running to get there. I was lucky because Gilbert takes showers no shorter than 45 minutes. Yeah, he takes long showers for reason I didn’t care to know.

But when I got to my Dad’s, he wasn’t home which was kind of good, so I called him and let him know I was there just in case he did get home to find the door unlocked and a unknown car in his drive way. I learned the hard way, don’t scare a cop.

I took a shower in the meantime myself. And when I got out, wearing some of my clothes I left behind when I moved out. I found Gilbert sitting upstairs in the living room. He was picking at a hole in his dark jeans. His normally pale face was flushed with color his secretly most hated color. Red.

“What are you doing here?” He jumped at the sound of my voice and gestured for me to sit down next to him. I hesitated, but did so anyways.

He took my hands in his shaken ones, and this was the first time I actually saw how sick and distraught he looked. His eyes looked lifeless; he had dark bags just under his once lively eyes. His skin, still slightly red, and his hair was still damp from the shower he took at home. “I want to say I’m sorry for how I’ve been lately. I can’t really explain but something is just……” He stopped and refused to look me in the eye. As if he was embarrassed. He’s ego really must have died.

“You’ve been depressed I know, but why?” My voice was cold, and without any warmth or care to give him. I needed answers, not distractions.

“I’m not sure, these things just happened. I ask my father about it, and I remembered my mom had chronic depression. It decided to be hereditary,” My turn to feel guilty. He gave me a stressed smile, a lazy grin as you would call it and a soft shrug.

“Oh-....I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” Actually I should have even without the eavesdropping.
I learned over the years that Gilbert went in and out of these things I called his ‘Mood corner’. He’d just completely shut himself out of the world for no reason at all. But that was maybe for one day at most, three times a year or so. Not for a whole four months at a time.

But he told me, as he was growing up he was picked on a lot and bullied because of how he looked. And that time, when he needed her most, his mother died.

As he grew up he had to learn to defend himself. He had no friend for the longest time. And what friend he did have then were only his friends because they all listened to the same music and did the same drugs. Half the people he hung out with, he didn’t even know their names. But still growing up, he enjoyed taking care of his little brother most of all.

Their father was rarely home for very long. It was odd that he could trust his eldest son for hours a day to take care of a tiny child, and to not mess things up. And when Gilbert did mess things up he was in for a beating. A physical and mental beating that left life time scars.

He became a ladies man, which got him into a lot of fights with those girl’s boyfriends. To many to count, and too many that left the healed over wounds on his body. Every ride home in a police car promised more beatings when he got home anyways so he learned not to care.

I knew all of this, he told me. He shared everything with me. How selfish am I? So much that I couldn’t see- care that something may actually be wrong with Gilbert?
His voice broke into my thought with ease. “I’m not sure,…..I’m going to get it checked out,”

“Is that why you’ve been drinking all the time?” He nodded with shame and looked away from me. Really, he was acting a little to OCC for my taste. But I guess that’s what happens when you get depressed like this. “Why didn’t you just tell me in the first place? I could have helped!”

“I didn’t want you to think differently of me,” He said and I could just see the lies covering up his words. He didn’t care about that. But if that was the answer he was giving me right now I had no choice but to accept it.  

I nodded my head anyways; I had to keep my cool. “Until you get things together than I want to take a break,” Ahhhh, the break. It was almost like a break-up but with the promise that you’d get back together after a few weeks without seeing each other. “I’ll be staying here,”

He didn’t say anything, maybe he was pissed? I don’t know but I sure as shit was still pissed about a lot of things and don’t even care of he is depressed or not! He could have still just told me what was going on! We hardly talk anymore!

“For how long?” He finally asked.

“A week, two at most. I’ll call you this weekend if anything changes,”

He nodded his head and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. So I guess I’ve turned into a bit of a softy over the years, because I grabbed Gilbert and pulled him to me into a hug. He gladly accepted as I leaned back, with him lying on my a bit. I let him sit there as I brush my fingers through his hair and he would let out little chuckles when I curled a finger around his ear.

I missed doing this a lot, but as much as I wanted to sit here, like my heart kept telling me. I had to listen to my brain. And it seems Gilbert’s brain was telling him to talk to because he spoke up, still with his head resting on my chest.

“I lost the shop,” He muttered to my surprise. The shop was the mechanic work shop for fixing cars he owned, well not anymore it seems.

“What? When, just now today?”

“A few weeks ago actually,”

“So….where have you been working?” Dammit, why does he do this to me? He tells me nothing.

“Bartending,”

“.....” I made a face, trying to fathom this information. This would help explain why he’s been getting drunk so much more often than normal when he had it to his exposal at any time he wanted it. “Really?” He nodded his head. “Anything else you want to tell me?” I was getting pissed again, fast.

“Not that I can think of,”

“Think,” I told him and everything was quiet for a good few minutes.

“Can I tell you some other time?” I knew what he wanted to say now because he was avoiding it. So I just nodded my head and made him sit up. I pulled him to his feet with me and walked to the door. That’s where we were left standing. Me looked up at him while he looked at the floor, ashamed and aware of his problems. Obviously he had some stuff going on right now he didn’t want to tell me about. So I wasn’t going to bother asking him. I was just going to leave until he fixed these problems of his.

I cringed mentally at the look on his face, so I gave him one last hug and pulled away. “Get better, please, you’re not just freaking me out but it’s pissing me off,”
He forced a smile and short laugh, “I know,”

I brushed his bangs back and kissed his forehead before I went back inside, closing the door behind me. Honestly, I didn’t think he’d get better, whatever was going on with him. And why he didn’t want to tell me hurt a little. Like he didn’t trust me.

But I already knew about half of it. His intentions where good. He was just trying to make things better for us so I couldn’t stay mad long. But how long was to long?

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My phone rang and I felt a little giggled bubble past my lips. I knew who was calling and I was looking forward to hanging out. Since Arthur got out of jail, I’ve been hanging around with him, strictly as friends for those of you who think otherwise.  

Today I was forcing him to go shopping with me. I needed some new stuff, and not clothes, more like entertainment and other things. I didn’t really like shopping for anything at all. But today I was looking forward to going because I was going to not get drippy clothes or things like that.

Arthur was remolding his house, I was going with him to buy house stuff! And jolly good show! Jolly good indeed! I had a blast picking out things here and there.

From the décor to the new dishware, I had fun. I had fun indeed. It was when we got back to his bare house, and started to set up all these new clean and pretty things did Arthur start getting nit-picky.

“I haven’t seen you with Gilbert lately,” He was cutting open a box that housed his new lamp on the inside. He tore it open, pulling out the lavish light and setting it on the new glass side table.

I was throwing the new pillows on the new white couch he just got. “We’re taking a break; he has some things he needs to figure out right now,”

“Ah,” I got up from my spot on the floor and opened another box.

“Hey can I set up this coffee table?” I grinned and the blonde simple nodded. He didn’t mention anything about Gilbert and I again, which was pretty nice if you ask me.
For the rest of the time I spent at his house, we finished setting up his new living room. Which I proudly approved as wonderful!

I didn’t spend long there, I eventually went home later that evening. My time spent away from Gilbert was somewhat calm, but lonely. I didn’t really leave the house unless I had a class to go to. I spent a lot of time watching Walking Dead or Breaking Bad on Netflix.

I did get the chance to work on my career options though. I was going into more of an art kind of thing. A professional photographer.  I didn’t need to go to college for that, but I did need to go for a business degree which would help me out a lot. But I couldn’t help but wonder each morning if Gilbert was getting better like he promised. I was really worried about him at this point.

Before, I was at least around when he was stupid or drunk, or both. So I could keep an eye on him. It felt like I was a mother watching her child. I was scared that if I wasn’t there he’d get himself in to major trouble.

On the other hand I got to relax a bit more. That was nice, really nice! I’d sit back and listen to music, read a good book. Silence at its best. But those days passed by faster than I could have ever imagined.

Which is where I am now; sitting alone in a coffee shop waiting for my other to show up. The fact that I’ve been sitting here for about thirty minutes now was what ticked me off so much. I tapped my fingers in anticipation and without a second thought of doubt I got up and left a tip for the kind waitress.

So he’s not going to show up? I kept my anger at bay and ignored the fact that Gilbert might still be the ass hat he was before our break.
“Hey (Name)?” I spun around looking over my shoulder.

Know he wasn’t the person I wanted to see, but he was close enough to give me an answer to where Gilbert might be. “Oh, hi Francis, what’s up?” I turned back around and kept on walking. The Frenchman soon fell into pace next to me.

“I just wanted to see what you’re doing,” His hands where stuffed in the pockets of his light coat.

“Getting stood up, how about you?” I scoffed and stuffed my own hands into the pocket of my hoodie. I also flicked the hood up and over my head.

It was quickly ripped off. But Francis didn’t move a muscle expect for that fact that he was still walking. Antonio let out a sting of snickers behind me and I huffed out a breath. “Geeze chica, sounds like a bad day, no?”

“Hmph! You’re telling me!” I rolled my eyes but kept on walking as the other man walk along beside me.

“Would you like that to change?” I looked over at Francis with a raised brow.
“All you have to do,” I had to look back at Antonio.

But I was forced to look back at Francis, “Is just ask yourself,

“If you can handle,”

“His,”

“Awesomeness,”

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Sometimes, getting kidnapped isn’t that bad. But other times it is all out just fucked up. Most times it’s like that but today it wasn’t that bad until I was able to open my eyes again. Francis and Antonio are both little creeps in their own little way, but there is nothing I can really do about that you know?

They felt it was a necessary thing to blond fold me and keep me from being able to see or even hear where the hell it was they were talking me. I could only imagine who put them up to this task. It gave me some little chills of pure good and true excitement.

The place I was taken to, look expensive. Very expensive. Only those with excellent social standing and those from filthy rich families would be lucky enough to spend their time here. I can only imagine handsome boys with too much time on their hands entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. What an elegant playground for the super-rich and beautiful we seem to have here.

Upon walking into this royal building on the other side of the city, over by the lake shore, I was welcomed by a familiar face in a suit opening the heavy looking doors.  
“Sup~!” Alfred beamed a smile; a crossed from his was Arthur. Both in butler looking suits holding open the doors.

“Hello, dear!” I looked over at Arthur with knitted brows. I was forced to even look back, behind me where those others two should have been. But Francis and Antonio where long gone, actually they took off running ahead of me.

I walked in and held back a startled jump when the fancy doors closed behind me. I turned around and those two were gone.

“(Name)~! Come on! Hurry up!” Francis waved a hand at me and I picked up my pace a bit. My armed crossed in my oversized sweat shirt and I held a glare. I would not let them know just how amazed I was by this.

I was spooked half to death when two Italians showed up on each side of me. Lovino looked rather out of place and red faced. But his younger brother was smiling with glee. Both of them also in ravishing suits.

“Come on ragazza!” Lovino grabbed one arm while Feliciano latched onto the other.
“You need to get dressed up!” Feliciano chimed in my right ear.

I tugged my arms away from their grip and gave a glare. “Hold the fuck up! What is going on?!” At the sounds of my protests some other people returned. I was tossed over the shoulder of a blonde Frenchman who giggled at the sight of my skirt flying up raveling my ass to the world! Antonio stood where I could see him and he smiled.

“Don’t ask us! We have no idea what we’re doing~” what?

I felt like I was a duck so I did one thing. “Quack….the fucking quack!” I don’t even. This place was on drugs. I was on drugs. I was shoved into a room with the Italian brothers again.

The doors where slammed shut and locked, and wow.....they actually looked….sexy. Even Feli, they stood in front of the doors of this new room with tooth smirks as they walk in symmetry towards me. I backed away and tripped on the coffee table on me falling safely onto the couch behind it.

“What is this!? A date rape, come on people!” Why wouldn’t anyone tell me what’s going on? I fumbled to sit up on the couch as soon as those two sat on each side of me.

“Where getting paid to do this so just shut up and listen okay?” Lovino gave me a glare. I damn will shut up and listen, he’s the fucking mob boss I don’t need his shit on my hands!

“There is a dress in the closet over there,” Feliciano pointed to the vintage wardrobe. “You need to put it on, okay?” His smile was charming with his innocents so I agreed. “There’s a changing room next to the closet~!”

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You call this a dress? This was a cocktail dress. A long, red, tight cocktail dress. It was strapless and made me look like Jessica Rabbit from that one movie. Still it was silky and tight, and my one right leg was easily exposed. But why? I wasn’t a show girl, and my boobs didn’t like being so revealed.

I walked out into an empty room with the slightest hint of cigar smoke left. They left. So I was alone now? How pleasing.  I went to over to the door to test my luck, and it seemed to be in my favor, it wasn’t locked anymore.

I slowly eased open the door. Stopping every time it’d squeak out. No one’s around…? Welp, I’m going home!

I was half way down the stairs when I was stopped by a nose behind me. “(Name)? Why are you leaving?” I turned to see a slightly saddened Ludwig at the top of the stair case. “I was just on my way to get you for your prize too,” Damn it, he could do some nice acting.
“A prize? This day has been nothing but prizes that I don’t want!” I brushed some of my hair out of my face and stood there as the man in a sharp black suit slowly leisured down to me.

He gave a halfhearted shrug and stopped two steps in front of me, like he wasn’t tall enough. “You’re telling me, I didn’t sign up for this but I’m still doing it,”

“What are you even doing?” I challenged and he chose to ignore me as he waved me to come forward. Soon enough I was walking next to him as he lead me down another hall way to another hall with more stairs.

“This is some nasty form or training to you isn’t?” I sneered back my lip in a frown as he chuckled next to me.

“You can call it that, maybe if you joined me more often when I went out on runs you’d be able to do this,” I hate Ludwig, I hate him so much right now.

So enough I was present to this lovely room with a lake front view. It was stunning and I loved the smell of the fresh wind blowing in. I was lead to the balcony outside and told to wait there. Ludwig left me alone, on this fourth floor balcony looking out at the sun set over water.

It gave me some time to reflex on what the hell was going on. I didn’t have a clue, but I knew who was behind it. Gilbert; he tends to be- ah- over dram-….no….He makes things bigger than they need to be? Yeah. We’ll say that.

The shuffling of feet behind me and a comical snicker made me turn my head ever so slightly. “This is a little much, don’t you think?”

“Keseses~ Noooo~” He purred and I turned around looking at my albino man fixing his flashy red tie.

He wasn’t dressed like everyone else. Actually, he was the complete opposite. He was in a stunning white tux with the one button done up. His tie was a shiny red, matching his eyes along with that little pocket square in his front left pocket. White and red, he was showing himself off in a classy way.

I leaned my back onto the balcony railing facing him. It’s been a whole two weeks, not really that long. But long enough in his book to count for years apart apparently. “You didn’t need to go all out,”

“Ah, but I did,” Gilbert grinned and waltzed over to me, his hands on each side of his tux coat. The color, life, was brought back to his face and he looked pretty smiley and happy.  

"Sorry to bring you here like this, but it kind of was the only awesome way to do it,”
I rolled my eyes and let myself take a few steps forward to stand up against him. “You really have out done yourself. You look better, that’s nice and all but that doesn’t tell me if you are better,”

I was taken up in his embrace suddenly. I had my back to his chest and that wonderful lake view was back. “And how do I prove that?” His hot breath travelled down my neck giving me slight shivers.

“Show me, maybe?” I tried to sound sarcastic and he scoffed.

“Alright then~” The heat from his body disappeared and I frowned. Gilbert let out another snicker and stuck his middle finger and thumb in his mouth letting out a high pitched whistler. Not seconds later did some very fine butlers appear. All seven of them. “The lady wants to be impressed losers~! I wouldn’t mind too! Chop chop!”

Francis and Antonio ran off, while Alfred and Arthur brought in a small table. They put the white cloth on it and the candle, everything! Feliciano and Lovino brought over the chairs and had us sit down a crossed from each other. The whole time Gilbert was giving me this look and wiggling his brows at me causing me to burst out in laughter.

Ludwig brought us both the same drink, which wasn’t beer. Nothing Alcoholic to be exact. I had to ask him about this. Turning to Gilbert I gave him a looked. “No beer? Does this mean you’ve stopped drinking once and for all?”

He leaned over the table ever so slightly and laughed with a slight shake of his head. “Nein, but I’ve stopped drinking so much. I’m Prussian, I could never stop drinking beer; my heritage won’t allow it. I’ve got more control over my drinking, if that’s what you’re asking, vogel,” Dammit, that freggin’ pet name is so damn cute! I am the birdy dammit!

I thoughtlessly crossed my legs under the table. “Alright then, that’s one thing fixed. Drinking, checked,” I made a little check mark in the air.

Suddenly Francis returned with a silver platter of tasty snacks and food. Antonio wasn’t too far behind bringing even more. It wasn’t long before Gilbert and I were alone again, just this time with food. “Oh...Oh....so I see what you’re doing!” I pointed my fork at him and he raised a brow. His silver hair was actually out of his face, and looked somewhat neat. “You’re trying to impress me,” I gave a clever smirk.

It died in seconds and Gilbert laughed whole heartedly. “I’m not trying to impress you, vogel. I am impressing you~ Keseseeseses~ Please, the awesome me can do anything he wants, don’t forget that (Name),”

The rest of the evening went on like this. Small talk and giggles. It was nice and relaxing. Why couldn’t he be like this all the time? I guess that would be asking for a bit too much now, but if this could happen more often than it used to, that’d be nice.

And being served this awesome food was nice too. It was funny, cute even when Ludwig brought us desert, because everyone knew he made it. It was when things after the food, talk and light drinking –we both had a glass of champagne- did thing get exciting.

The table was taken away and we were left alone on the balcony again with nothing but the moon’s low light and some candles.

I was leaning on the balcony’s high wall with a pair of lips grazing a crossed my bare neck. My hands traveled up to Gilbert’s fluffy white hair and I let a moan slip out of my lips. “Gil-ah!” He nipped my sweet spot and I took a hand full of his hair. Hopefully, we were as alone as I thought we were.

I let out a mew when he slightly pulled away. “Vogel, I’m not going to be comical here,” He started breathlessly.  “And I’m so not going to be like every other guy on this planet,” He let a grin pass over his face for a second before he pulled away, his hands still rested on my hips, he let out another whistle and someone was soon running. It was Ludwig with a soft grin, handing over a red velvet box before leaving again. I wonder where they go and what they’re doing when they leave?  I shook the thought as I watched Ludwig leave us again.

“Got any fives?” Francis shook his head and Alfred let out a low grumble.

“Go fish~” Francis looked over at Lovino, who was smoking from a heavy cigar, “Got any eights?”

The Italian pulled the cigar from his lips and handed it to his brother next to him, with a frown he threw down an eight of spades. “God dammit! Why can’t we play poker!?”

“Because we know you’ll win, cheater,” Arthur took a drag from his own cigarette then passed it to Francis. “I’m not losing any of my hard earned money to a crook,”

“Oh shut up Kirkland you use to work for me, and you’ll be crawlin’ back in no time!” Lovino started shifting through his cards. “Oh look, it’s the potato bastard, what’d they want this time? A message or more food?”

Ludwig rolled his eyes and sat down next to Antonio, who handed the German man his cards back. “I gave Gilbert the ring,” His face hardened with a stern glare at his hand of ‘go-fish’ “Be prepared, screams are coming”

“Holy shit….dude, that was fucking creepy,” Alfred eyed Ludwig over the rim of his glasses, but Ludwig just let out a sarcastic laugh with the ghost of a grin.

Francis cleared his throat with a slight cough and waving all the smoke out of his face, “Alright, Arthur, got any kings?”

“(Name)?” I looked at Gilbert who seemed to have a slight shade of color to his face. Red cheeks burning along with my own, he handed me the red box. I took it with shaking hands and a twitching smile, just like him. I slowly opened it, and I beat your guessing I gasped with surprise. Nope, I saw this coming, but the ring was beautiful.  

I slipped it out and looked at it, there were so many diamonds on it I could count them, it must have cost him a fortune, the same with probably just renting this place out for the night. I let out a breath of laughter at my own joke, “Money, check,” That was the second problem. He was drinking and hording money. “Attention, check,” We both gave small chuckles. That was the third thing. He was avoiding me; problem seemed to be solved at the moment.

I looked back at the ring, three on top, a large one in the center on a silver bang.  And even deep inside the bang where more tiny diamonds, on each side going half way around. I wanted to know how much it was before I put it on, so I asked.

“5,000,” He stuttered out with a shaken smile. He knew, I knew, everyone knew that I’d think about this like a mother fucker. So I looked back up to Gilbert with a slight grin of approval“Willst du mich heiraten? Will you marry me, please?” He breathed out, resting his forehead on mine as I nodded quickly.
 
I put my hands on his heated cheeks and pulled him down to me, “You don’t have to even ask me twice, Ja, ich werde dich heiraten,”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I like Weddings. Weddings are nice. But you know what’s better? No, not the bachelorette parties. Not the dresses or tears of joy. Not even the cake, but the food. Ahhh the food. And the party after the ceremony!

Now, in short detail, I’ll tell you about the ceremony because I know some of you out there are the sappy type and like all the lovey dovey shit. But any who, friends and family showed up to this wonderful place where only those with excellent social standing and those from filthy rich families would be lucky enough to spend their time here. We have handsome boys with too much time on their hands entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. It was such an elegant playground for the super-rich and beautiful we seem to have here today. Yes, we came back to this lake side castle it seems and it was amazing.

My dress was puffy, long, white and fluffy. And by long, here people, I mean long. It had the tail that needed to be carried. And it had all these little sparkles and glitter, I looked like a shiny cup cake. Apparently that was natural.  Hope, my sister-in-law told me I looked wonderful, she was my maid of honor, so I should listen to her. But my dress was strapless and had that heart shaped look to it on my chest.

My hair was done, put up and curled to look nice, and I had make up to make me look extra pretty. I had a hard blush on my face after walking the aisle with my dad, he handed me off to Gilbert, and his first words to me as we stood up there, he whispered, “You look beautiful vogel, but like you need to try, even with all this make up,”

The whole time I couldn’t take my own eyes off Gilbert. What can I say? I like a man in a suit! He wore the dark black tux with all the need things. And he was dapper and fine as wine! Hmmm, yes.

The ceremony was nice and all, I stood, I spoke, I kissed. I was dropped. Yep, I was dropped and Gilbert landed on top of me. He thought it would be cool to tip me back with his arms tight around my waist as soon as those words flew from the priest’s lips.

And the poor priest only got out “No you ma-” before Gilbert was all over me. And I don’t blame him, I looked hawt. No, really, I was burning my ass up in this damn dress! It was long and heavy, and pretty; I liked it, but Gilbert tripped on it when he tipped me back and dropped me. I was on the floor only for a few seconds before he crashed onto me.

And thus we kissed some more, and helped each other up. With our arms linked and grins on our faces, we left the hall and went to the other side of this castle, which lead to our party. It was mostly outside in the amazing gardens.

Food was served, a live band played, people drank, danced and had fun while dinner was served. Gilbert and I sat together alone at a table were everyone could see us. Friends and Family would drop by while we ate, giving us gifts, cards and congrats.

My favorite part was when Ludwig brought out the cake like a bad ass. Holding a three tear cake vanilla butter cream frost marble swirl cake on one hand like some super skilled butler, he set it down on the table Gilbert and I sat at.  

Gilbert stood up, I quickly followed, my dress dragging behind me. We took the knife together and cutting a slice for everyone to see. But wait! There’s more!  Half way into getting the cake cut. I grabbed a hold of Gilbert’s arm and pushed him, fast first into our cake. Ahhh, no I wasn’t going to just be satisfied with just one slice be shoved in his face. I needed him to fall into the cake. And fall he did.

Ludwig, who you’d think be pissed that we ruined his work of art, was laughing his ass off behind us as his brother stood up, covered completely in frosting and marble cake! Ludwig knew what was up, I told him about this weeks before the wedding. He made two cakes, completely identical.

And you know that feeling when something back fires? Oh yeah, this back fired. Slowly getting up from the cake Gilbert gave me a wicked nasty grin. “Oh mein frau~” He cooed and spread his arms out. “Could I have a hug?” He jumped at me, trapping me in his sticky sweet mess. My dress, along with his tux covered in white creamy goodness. You perverts be ashamed for thinking such other things!

He placed hundreds of kisses on my face, getting frosting and cake all over me too. I laughed and laughed, we both did as I tried to run away. But I just couldn’t and by the end of our little game, we both needed to be cleaned. We look like little toddlers who rubbed their food all over themselves.

While the backup cake was being served to our guest, I got to shower, so did Gilbert. This also gave me a chance to change into my other dress for the party. It was just like my other one but short. It hovered just below the floor and had a little less poof on it.
But the poof was great in this one. After food and cake was the real party. Gilbert side he controlled his drinking now. And he did, which was good for both of us. But on your wedding day, don’t be scared to go crazy. And crazy we both went.

It was Gilbert’s favorite part of the wedding now. I already tossed my bouquet, but now that left one other thing. The bride’s wedding garter. It was tradition, and so I did it. I remember at my brother’s wedding, he did the same thing with Hope and hot damn it was funny to watch.

I wish I never did this.

I was sat down in a chair, in the middle of the dance floor were everyone could see me from their seats. But all the single men and groomsmen stood in a little crowd behind Gilbert, who had the most sexy grin on his face ever.

For those of you who don’t know, the bride’s garter’s meaning is kind of unknown to me. But it this little bang that a bride will wear on her upper thigh under her dress (obviously) and it was the grooms job (if the bride wanted too) to remove it. Most people nowadays don’t do this from what I’ve read up on. It’s because women don’t feel comfortable showing their legs or something like that. But I’m a ballsy mother fucker and do what I want!

But anyways, the groom –after pulling the garter of the bride- tosses like the brides bouquet to the single men and bachelors for good luck. It’s basically saying “Here have this! I hope you get laid tonight!” And whoever catches the garter is to have good luck. I don’t even, but whatever.

It all started with me sitting in a chair and Gilbert leaning over me with a grin. “I’d hate for other people to see you like this,” He teased with a click of his tongue and got down on his knees, “But a man’s got a do what a man’s got a do,”

“Just shut up and get this over with,” I blushed scarlet red and looked away.

I had to bit my cheeks to hold back my jittery smile. But I laughed and glanced around at all the guest cheering and letting out wolf calls once Gilbert’s upper body disappeared under the skirt of my dress.

God dammit, the grin on his face, the ego that was growing. I felt one hand slowly slide up on each of my legs. It was a good thing the guest couldn’t see what was going on under there because I let out a shriek when I felt a tongue gild up my leg, past my knee and high even. Did I mention there were kids at this wedding? God dammit Gilbert!

Oh, it got worse, or better, I’m not sure but his hands completely went past the garter, that he suppose to be getting. One hand went around me, the other started working at trying to loosen the tight fabric above my waist. While his hands did other things, his lips would kissed my legs and nip at my skin every now and then. Now wasn’t the time for this!

From my point of view, threw a squinted gaze, I saw Gilbert wasn’t on his knees anymore, but balancing himself with ease and he pushed himself under my dress. I let out another squeal when the top half of my dress suddenly loosened and a sneaky hand glided up my stomach.

I hand to grabbed him through my dress and he was still working wonders done below, “Gilbert!” I cried out and his damned friend behind him a few feet away called out and cheered him on. Seconds later, he retreated with the garter between his teeth and a look of pride as he flung it over his shoulder and pounced on me.

I like Weddings. Weddings are nice. But you know what’s better? The honeymoon.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“And then I said ‘Do you see this face? Can you even see this face? This, this is a face of awesomeness. If you can’t handle it, get out!’”

“Woooow~!”

“Mhmm! And you know what happened next?”

“What? Tell me!”

“I be-”

“Gilbert!” There was a solid six minutes of silence before I heard anything.

“Yeeessssss, vogeel~?” He called back in a high pitched voice.

“What, do you think you’re doing?” I walked into the dimly litter room with my arms firmly crossed over my chest and a stern looked on my face.

“Was? I’m telling meine prinzessin an awesome story about her awesome vati!” I rolled my eyes at that and walked into the room. “Who’s vati’s prinzessin!?” He looked back at the little girl.

“Me~!” She clapped her hands with a squeal. “I am! Me! Me!” A shame she looked nothing like Gilbert, she could be the mini girl version of him. Due to his albino-ness, which was hereditary it was just not a dominate trait, our daughter had blonde hair, but my eyes. Her skin was the same as mine as well.

He took our little girl up in his arms and gave her a hug as she giggled and laughed. But I couldn’t ignore the fact that he was telling a four year old girl a story about a bar fight. “Alright! Alright, calm down you two,” I smiled and had our daughter tucked in.“It’s time for bed my love,” I told her and she gave me a sad look causing me to laugh.
Leaning over her I brushed back her hair and gave her a kiss on her forehead. “You can more awesome stories in the morning. Anything but this one,” I looked over my shoulder and Gilbert gave me a sheepish smile and a shrug.

“But I don’t want to go to bed!”

“Then the monster will get you!” Gilbert jumped out from behind me and laughed as the girl squealed out and shook her head. We are such bad parents. Oh my god, I don’t want to live on this planet anymore.

“Gilbert, stop it!” I frowned and pushed him back. Sitting down I took my little girl in my arms and held her until she calmed down again. She actually fell asleep to my luck. Gilbert knelt down next to us and gave a genuine smile.

He let out a small snort of laughter and I looked at him, “What are you thinking about?”
He shook his head with a soft chuckle, “Nothing, just wondering what it would be like to have another one running around,” I gave him a look and he laughed some more, “Whada’ say, wanna try tonight?” He gave me a grin and lifted his right brow.

“How about you tell me how a watermelon can pass through lemon?”

He pressed his lips together thinking about it, then a smug look came over his face as he gave a toothy grin and held his hands up, “Aliens,” I used my free arm to push him away from me as I held back my own laughter.

Later that night I was a fool because he got me again. “You just want sex, you don’t want another kid,” I told him sitting on his lap in the living room. Oh, yeah, we boat a house. A big ass house. Like, four floors, including attic and basement. So there went all our money and stuff. But no worries, we still have plenty left and more to come.

“No I mean it! I’d like a son this time, Gilbert jr! Make me as awesome as me and it would be perfect!”

“No,...no, how about no?”

“How about yes?”

“How about food?”

“How about chocolate,”

“Not on my body,”

“Dannnng it,” Gilbert gave me a puppy dog look and I gave in. "But you did it laaassst tiiiime!"

“Fine, under one condition,” I rolled my eyes and he perked up and gave me a smile. His grip on my tightened slightly but I didn’t mind.

“And what would that be, vogel?” He pressed his face into the crook of my neck and gave me soft kisses up to my jaw.

“You’ve got clean the house for the next nine months, alone, without any help. And do all the shop, cooking, and anything else that will make me leave this house,”

He pulled away and his brows knitted together, “So your saying, I have to do everything you do so you can sit on your ass all day?”

“Mhmm” I nodded my head with crossed arms and a smug look.

He thought it over, and his red eyes lit up as he slowly drawled out, “I don’t think I can let you do that,”
“Why not?”

“How would I be able to look at such a fine ass if you’re sitting on such a pretty thing all the time?”

“....” My poker face was about to break as I just stared at the floor below. I blinked a few times then shook my head. “I’m going to bed,” I got off his lap and he let out a cry.
He spoke through clamped teeth with an upset tone, “I thought we were going to do stuff tonight!”

I kept walking, but not for long, he was soon chasing me and I was running away with hoots and cries of laughter. I was eventually caught, stuck in his grip right before I could reach our bedroom.

“You aren’t going anywhere vogel~” He purred in my ear and I let out a hot sigh of breath.

“Oh really?” I teased and grabbed the hem of his shirt, my other hand playing with his hair. “How much you want to beat on that?”

“Nothing, because your mine no matter where you go,” He looked me in the eye with his known grin and I let out a small laugh.

“Right back atcha!” I pecked his nose and pulled him a little closer, close enough for him to pick me up. I let out a yawn and asked. “Can we have morning sex instead? In the shower maybe? I’m really tried,”

He started laughing, his voice variation in his chest which my head resting on, “God dammit (Name),” He laughed shaking his head, “Sure, whatever you want vogel,” I let out a smile and another yawn.

“Thanks,” He set me down on my side of the bed and as he pulled away I sang out “Looooooove yooooooou~”

He planted a sweet kiss on my lips before he crawled over me and onto his side of the bed. Soon enough I was wrapped up in his arms under toast warm blankets. I fell into a peaceful calm sleep in my favorite place to be.

Protected inside the arms of someone who’s been my best friend for years, with the bonus of loving him. This boy in the back of class, who stole my set, and thought me weak, was the best god damn thing I’ve had ever. Even if still got his odd little depressed stages, or sometimes he’d come home drunk. Maybe, once twice every four to five months he’s done that in the last four years. I had my little problems too, I wasn’t perfect, but he said I was to him. He was perfect to me too, even with that ego of his. I still loved him.

Thing couldn’t get better, but I don’t want to jinx myself, so I guess they could get better. Morning sex is always nice, so I can look always look forward to that. With the smile on my lips, I nestled closer to Gilbert and let out one last yawn.