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Prussia x Reader - Awesome Confession

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...Prussia.



Gilbert was… annoying, for lack of a better word.

Not ‘annoying’ as in you wanted to beat him up all the time – though you would admit, there were occasions where you felt a good smack was necessary – but ‘annoying’ as in you could tolerate him, but if you had the choice, you’d prefer not to have to deal with Gilbert’s constant rants of ‘awesomeness’.

How your albino friend got into the habit of calling himself awesome every five minutes, you’d never know.

Mein Gott, I am so awesome!”

’And there he goes,’ you thought with a sigh, bracing yourself once you heard footsteps approach you.

You’d invited Gilbert over earlier – rather, he kinda just barged into your house and wouldn’t leave – and at the moment, the both of you were hanging out.

Well, you were reading a book on the couch.

Gilbert was off doing who knows what in your house.

Whatever he was up to, you made him swear not to invade your privacy or break anything, seeing as Gilbert was being quite secretive today; however, it didn’t bother you in the least once Gilbert swore to abide by your rules.

“_____!” he exclaimed once he sauntered up to you, “I’m feeling so awesome right now, kesese~! Just thought I’d share it with you.” He flashed you a smirk, though all it earned him was a sigh on your part.

“Gil, you’ve been telling me that you’ve felt awesome every five minutes. Dare I ask why?”

“Well, you can ask,” Gilbert remarked devilishly, “But the awesome me won’t tell you, kesese! It’s a surprise, frau.”

You sighed again. “Okay.”

The German – or Prussian, as he preferred to be called – seemed to be expecting more of a reply, as his lips twisted into a small scowl before he collapsed onto the seat next to you. “’Okay’? Aren’t you going to keep asking me what I’m doing?”

“I’ve already asked ten times,” you groaned, putting your book down onto your lap. “What, is something going to happen if I ask an eleventh time?”

“Nope, the book says to wait until the girl asks for the fifteenth time,” Gilbert said casually before suddenly slapping a hand across his mouth.

…The book? “What book? Gil, are you going through my things?” you asked, your voice growing slightly louder as you prepared to stand up.

A hand grabbed your arm and pulled you back down, however, as Gilbert frantically shook his head. “N-No! It’s nothing like that! The awesome me wouldn’t do that,” Gilbert said, trying to cover up his mistake with a forced chuckle. “You’ll find out soon, _____! Kesese~”

Before you could stop him, Gilbert already stood up and scurried off to whatever he was doing, leaving you alone on the couch with a burning sense of curiosity.

“…Gil’s so weird.”

“I heard that, _____!”

You squeaked.

“Awesome! I said Gil’s so awesome!”



Fishing out the bread from one of your cabinets, you sighed.

It was already noon, and Gilbert was still doing who knows what. You, on the other hand, figured that now was a good time for lunch, and throwing together a sandwich sounded quite nice.

By the time you finished making the first sandwich, Gilbert seemed to notice the commotion in the kitchen and went to check out what you were doing; and as soon as his eyes landed on the food, you could practically see the light in his eyes.

“Aw! Did you make that for the awesome me, _____?” Gilbert cooed. “I knew you always cared about me~”

Without a moment of hesitation, you stopped making the second sandwich and took the one that was already finished before sticking it into your mouth. “Didn’t make it for you,” you said, words muffled by the food in your mouth, “It’s for me.” You took a bite just to emphasize your point.

“Oi! That was so not awesome, _____!” Gilbert exclaimed, horrified that you got to eat it instead of him. “I want to eat too!”

“Oh, well, that’s a pity. I only made one,” you lied, a devilish smirk pulling at your lips. “This one’s only for me and you can’t have it!”

“So you really want to go that way, frau?”

Gilbert mirrored your smirk with one of his own, and with each step he took towards you, you took one back. “I’m going to take that sandwich from you whether you like it or not, _____.”

“Too bad, because I won’t let you.” Grabbing a slice of bread from the loaf, you aimed and hurled it at his face. “You can have some bread instead. It’s whole grain, so it’s good for you!”

“Oi! You’re going to get bread crumbs all over me, frau!” Gilbert whined, having staggered back a bit due to the unexpected bread. “You’re in for it now, _____!”

Before you could even register what’d happened, Gilbert suddenly reached out for a slice of ham and threw it at your face, laughing when it stuck to your cheek. “Kesese– ack!”

You’d stopped his laughter by flinging cheese into his face, and now it was your turn to laugh as Gilbert pulled it off with narrowed eyes.

“This is war,” he growled, and with a squeal, you scampered off to find cover while Gilbert chased you, waving a slice of ham around threateningly. “Come back here, _____!”

“No way!” You turned around to stick your tongue out at him, but Gilbert took that as an opportunity to hit you square in the face with the slice of meat. “Ack!”

“Kesese! Got you, frau!”

Scowling, you raced around your kitchen, grabbing articles of food from the counter and cabinets you could use as ammo while Gilbert ransacked your fridge. Food was thrown to and fro, and before you knew it, your kitchen was a mess and the two of you had run out of ammo.

Standing up from your makeshift shield – you’d ended up flipping a table onto its side so you could hide behind it – you revealed your empty hands to Gilbert, a sign that you’d run out of things to throw.

In turn, Gilbert chuckled before holding his hands up to. “Truce?” he said huskily.

You nodded, a breathless laugh bubbling up from your lips. “Truce. Now I’ve got to clean up my kitchen, Gil. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” he said with a smirk, though it soon disappeared at your next words.

“You’re going to have to help me too, Gil.”

“What!?” he whined. “It’s your kitchen! Can’t you clean it? And you started it too, by not making the awesome me a sandwich!”

“I was going too,” you pointed out, “Though I guess it’s my fault for not telling you earlier. Since we’re both at fault, we’re both going to clean!”

“But–”

“Let’s get to cleaning~!” you chimed, cutting him off midsentence as you crouched and began to pick up after the messy food fight.

Gilbert sighed before crouching beside you, a small smile replacing the smirk that usually dominated his features. “Y’know, _____,” he mumbled after a bit, “You may be unawesome sometimes, but most of the time… you’re really awesome.”

You paused for a moment at his words.

“…Did you just call me awesome?” you asked slowly, disbelief laced in your voice. “The Gilbert Beilschmidt calling someone awesome?”

Gilbert quickly shook his head in response, startled that he'd actually said that out loud. “N-No! Wha-What’re you talking about, frau!? Stop speaking nonsense!”

“You’re the one speaking nonsense! You just called me awesome!” Giggling, you began to clap your hands in excitement. “Wow! And I thought the day would never come! Gil, if I didn’t know better, I’d have thought you were trying to confess!”

You didn’t notice Gilbert wince slightly.

“_____...” he muttered, “Are you sure you know better?”

You blinked, your cheering coming to a stop. “…Huh?”

“Are you sure you know better?” Gilbert repeated, though this time his lips twisted into a scowl. “Because if you knew better, then…”

“Then what?” you asked, concerned that you’d done something wrong. “Gil, you weren’t really trying to–”

“Tch. Forget it,” Gilbert said bitterly, “It slipped. I’ll… I’ll clean up the other side of the kitchen.” He stood up, however your hand quickly shot out and stopped him from walking away.

“So was that a confession?” you asked, looking at Gilbert with furrowed eyebrows. “Was the whole you-calling-me-awesome your version of a confession, Gil?”

He averted his eyes. “W-Well…”

“C’mon Gil, tell me.”

“…”

“…”

“…Yes,” he finally sighed, “But it was an accident. I – I meant to confess in a different way today,” Gilbert groaned, “Though I guess I can’t anymore. How unawesome.”

You couldn’t help but smile after seeing Gilbert so flustered, and with your heart racing, you stood up with him. “That’s okay,” you commented casually, “Because I think the awesomeness of your confession makes up for it, Gil. You’re really awesome too.”

He shot you a look of disbelief. “What’s that supposed to mean, frau?”

“It means the same thing your confession meant,” you said cheekily in response. “Think we can be awesome together, Gil?”

The smile that grew on his face made your heart skip a beat as he suddenly grabbed you around the waist and lifted you up, earning a surprised yelp from you. “Most definitely, _____,” he said, bringing you back down so he could press a kiss against your forehead.

Gilbert insisted that he hug you for just a bit before you both went to cleaning – hugs were awesome, he said – however, there was still one question that was still nagging to be asked.

“Gil?”

Ja?”

“Back when I was reading on the couch… what were you doing that had to be so secretive?”

There was a nervous chuckle from Gilbert as a faint pink blush adorned his pale cheeks.

“I was trying to write some lame confession letter. Francis gave me a book that had step-by-step instructions on how to confess to a girl. It was so unawesome.”

“…Says the one who actually attempted to follow the book’s instructions on how to confess…”

“O-Oi! Did you just imply that I’m unawesome, _____!?”

“Maybe, maybe not~”

“_____!”
<< Intro

Other confessions:

Phone Confession || Germany
Awesome Confession || Prussia
Doorstep Confession || Japan
Story Confession || Italy
Jealous Confession || Romano
Locker Confession || France
Scaredy-Cat Confession || America
Plushie Confession || Canada
Wounded Confession || China
Lonely Confession || Russia
Drunken Confession || England



Woohoo, Prussia's is done! :iconyayprussiaplz:
I don't really have much to say about it, haha. :XD: Was Prussia OOC? I haven't written for him before, so I'm sorry if he is! kaomoji set 2 60/67 

Nonetheless, I hope you liked it!
Thank you for reading! kaomoji set 1 9/19 



TRANSLATIONS

Frau = girl/woman
Ja = yes



Writing © AProudHetalian
Picture © the original artist
Hetalia © Himaruya Hidekaz
© 2014 - 2024 AProudHetalian
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