Request: Prussia x Kirkland! Reader

    "No no no. You have to button this shirt up," he told her sternly.

    (y/n) raised a brow at her older brother and crossed her arms over her chest. "There are no buttons on this shirt, Arthur."

    Arthur glared at his little sister before looking away. "Then you should change your shirt. Wearing something like that will give the wrong idea to all those perverts out there looking to hook up with innocent, abstinent young women like yourself."

    "Arthur," (y/n) hissed at him. "Don't be stupid. This doesn't even show cleavage. Just finish dressing yourself before you start to criticize what I'm wearing, ok?"  

    He huffed at her before returning to his room. He finished getting ready for the day and headed downstairs to have breakfast with his little sister. Arthur was kind of in a mood when he woke up, but (y/n) wasn't helping much.

    "I'm gonna put (f/c) streaks in my hair," she told him.

    "No you are not. You're a high schooler, not some punk rocker," he grumbled.

     "Arthur!" she growled. "You're not Dad. Stop telling me what to do all the time."

    "Someone has to look out for you," he retorted. "And since I'm your older brother, I guess it has to be me."

    "I don't need you looking out for me," she replied as she stood up. "Arthur...please..."

    "Come now," Arthur said quietly, standing up. "We're going to be late to school if we don't leave soon."

    "Fine."

   

    (y/n) stepped out of her brother' scar and headed over to her friends. She didn't have too many classes with them this year so this was one of the few times she got to hang out with them. It's one of her few chances to complain about her brother to someone other than her brother.

    "So has anyone asked you out to the dance yet?" Bella asked her friend with a bright smile.

    "No. Not yet," (y/n) murmured. "But it doesn't really matter. Arthur would never let me go no matter who asked me."

    "Don't be silly. I'm sure if it was someone nice like Matthew he would let you," Bella told her reassuringly.

    "I highly doubt that," she muttered under her breath.

    The bell rung and everyone had to get to class. (y/n) made her way to English, grumbling to herself the entire time. Bella might have been on to something. Her brother was nearly as insane as Arthur yet she could go to the dance with Toni, a guy her brother hated. Well, it didn't matter anyway because no one had asked her to go to the dance yet.

    She sat at her desk, which was surrounded by people she couldn't care less about. Someone poked her shoulder rather roughly from behind. (y/n) turned around and glared at the guy who had poked her. "Hey. What are you doing?" she asked him quietly.

    "Vell, frau," her albino classmate called back with a smirk. "I zhought zhat you deserved to see mein awesome face zhis morning is all it vas."

    "Well that's very kind of you," (y/n) replied with a sarcastic snort. "But I would appreciate it if you would refrain from doing that once class actually starts, Gilbert."

    "You know mien awesome name? I'm so touched, (y/n). I must be more awesome zhan I zhought."

    "Yeah, that's what it is," (y/n) replied. She and Gilbert weren't the closest of friends, but they had always been able to joke around with each other before and sometimes during class. "Is there a reason you're being more annoying than usual today?"

    "Ja, I alvays have a reason to be annoying," he told her with a smirk. "I vant you to go to zhe dance vizh me."

    "Wait...what?" (y/n) asked him quietly. She hadn't expected anyone to ask her--especially with her brother threatening to poison anyone who did with his cooking. "Gil...are you serious?"

    "Ja. Vhy vould I joke about somezhing like zhat? Zhat vould be so unawesome, you know."

    "So you are serious?"

    "How many times do you vant me to say it?"

   "Alright Gil, you don't have to be so sassy," (y/n) retorted. "I'll go with you if you really want me to."

    "Zhat' so kind of you," he said with a wink. "Vear somezhing nice for me, ja?"

    "Yeah I'll try," (y/n) told him. She laughed and turned back to face forward. Now she had a date. All she had to worry about was her brother. She didn't even want to tell Arthur about it. He would probably tie her up to prevent her from going to the dance with anyone--especially someone like Gilbert.



    (y/n) had to admit it to herself. She was happy that Gilbert had been the one to ask her out. Ok, maybe she was a little more than happy. She hadn't even admitted it to herself yet that she had a crush on the eccentric albino.

    That made her start to question things. How long had she had feelings for the guy? Why did she have feelings for him? He was certainly unique. But he was incredibly egotistical. Yet he was also kindhearted. Maybe that was it.
   
    "I should go buy a new dress...huh?" (y/n) asked herself quietly. "It's a semiformal...so it shouldn't be anything too fancy...but it can still be something cute..."

    "Excuse me?" someone called from the doorway. "Are you talking about the dance this Friday?" Arthur asked her quietly. "You're actually going? With whom, might I ask."

   "Just a friend, Artie," she said with a nervous smile. "Please calm down."

    "Just calm down?" Arthur asked her quietly. "Fine...I...I'm sorry for getting into your business so much."

    "You're just trying to look out for me, right? It's fine," (y/n) told him quietly.

    "If I don't look out for you, no one will..." Arthur grumbled. "So you should let me do my job sometimes, ok?"

    "You worry too much," she replied. "Arthur...please..."

    "Who is the guy you're going with anyway? It sounds like you like him as more than just a friend," Arthur asked her quietly.

    "I do not!" (y/n) cried. It was embarrassing to talk to her brother about boys anyway. She slammed the door in his face and proceeded with her daydreaming.

    Arthur stood on the other side of the door in silence. Was (y/n) that afraid to tell him who she liked? He was always in her business...but that was just because he didn't want her getting hurt. She had only dated one guy before and it ended in complete heartbreak. He didn't want to see her so depressed ever again. So Arthur made a vow to himself to protect (y/n) from heartbreak as best he could. He thought he was doing a pretty good job too.



    "So I'll pick you up seven, ok?" Gilbert told (y/n) as she sat down in her seat the next day. "Ve can meet zhe guys at zhe dance."

    "I think it would be better to just carpool, you know?" she replied nervously. "Gas prices these days..."

    "Vell I guess if you vant ve can do it zhat vay. But ve von't get much privacy."

    "I didn't know we would be needing privacy," (y/n) told him as she raised a brow. "What for, might I ask."

    "It's supposed to be an awesome surprise for you, frau."

    "Is that so?"

    "Ja. Don't vorry so much like your big bruder. I can be a gentleman vhen I vant to."

    "I'll believe that when I see it."

    Gilbert scoffed at her and stuck his tongue out as she turned around. He stared at the back of her head for a while as he thought about how things after the dance would go. He hoped that she would be compliant to say the least. Things could go so well.

    After class, Gilbert was about to smack (y/n)'a butt as she left, but he decided against it for obvious reasons. Instead, he shoved her away playfully and walked in the opposite direction, giving her a wink as he walked.

    He met up with Antonio and Francis at their lockers. Francis was usually the first one there after this class but he was a little late. He looked a little disheveled too.

    "What happened to you, amigo?" Antonio asked him with an oddly cheerful smile.

    "Zhe girls still can't manage to take no for an answer?" Gilbert asked him with a smirk.

    "Non...my new lab partner is zhe devil incarnate..." he replied wearily. "I zhink 'e's still chasing me..."

    "You bloody frog!" Arthur screamed from down the hall. "You better get back to the Anatomy room and help me clean up that mess!" Arthur came storming towards the three and grabbed Francis by his hair. "I cannot believe you could be so inconsiderate!"

    "Of all zhe people you could upset, you had to go vizh Kirkland?" Gilbert asked his friend tiredly. "Sometimes I zhink zhat I've surrounded myself vizh awesome idiots." He looked at the clock on the wall and sighed. "I'll see you losers later. See you Friday, Artie!"

    "And why is that?" Arthur called after him, his hands on his hips.

    "Because...I'm taking your sister to zhe dance? Vhy else vould I see you outside of school?" After rolling his eyes, he turned and made his way to his next class.

    Arthur was left speechless. So that was why (y/n) didn't tell him who she was going with? It was that obnoxious, womanizing freak? Did she actually like him? No. She couldn't. He tries his hardest to teach her to not give a damn about scum like him. But she was still going to the dance with him. Arthur had to stop this. He couldn't let (y/n) do this to herself.



    "(y/n)!" he screamed as he walked through the door. "You can't be serious about your date to the dance!"

    (y/n) was in her room, trying on a new dress. "What are you talking about?" she called back.

    "Gilbert Bielschmidt?" Arthur nearly screamed. "Is this some kind of a sick joke?"

    "Gil happens to be very nice to me, Arthur."

    "That's because he wants to get into your pants!" he yelled back. Arthur stood in the doorway and glared at (y/n). She looked so stunning in her dress. Too stunning. "Seriously, love. You don't think he has some hidden motive? He and Elizaveta just broke up. You don't think he's just using you to fill that void?"

    "Um...Arthur? He and Liz have been broken up for almost a year now...I think he's ok," she retorted.

    "But you've seen how he treats girls! He doesn't care about anyone but himself and his penis--which I highly doubt is nearly as large as he says it is."

    "Arthur..."

    "He probably just invited you today so that he could have fresh meat to grope at the dance! How could you be so stupid!"

    "Arthur! You're wrong about him so shut up! Don't talk to me!" She slammed the door in his face once again.



    By the time the dance actually rolled around, (y/n) wasn't as happy to go as she was at the beginning. All of Arthur's words made sense. Gilbert had always been a player. The only time he had ever been serious about anyone was when he was dating Liz. He had probably asked her out and she turned him down. That meant that (y/n) was just some replacement...just some meat he could grope at the dance like Arthur said. It made her feel sick. She thought she looked so ugly in her new dress.

    Gilbert decided not to carpool. He kept saying things about privacy which made (y/n) feel even worse. If he even tried to cop a feel, she would be out of there before he even felt the pain of her foot popping his testicles. (y/n)  came outside to meet him. "Arthur's in a mood," she said quietly as she got into the car. "You don't want to go inside."

    "Vell...let's not let him ruin our fun tonight, ok? Zhat vould be totally unawesome." He smiled at her and began driving to school.

    "Yeah..."

   
   
    "You vant to dance?" Gilbert asked her after a while. "You don't look like you're having much fun..."

    "I've been thinking..." (y/n) murmured. "Why did you ask me to the dance?"

    "Vhat? Vhy are you asking?"

    "It's not like you," she told him quietly. "Are you expecting to get something out of me? Because I'm not like the girls you chase."

    "Hey. Vhat are you going on about?" Gilbert asked her. He was certainly shocked, but a little pissed as well. "Vhy did you say yes if zhat's how you feel about me?"

    "You didn't answer my question," (y/n) grumbled. "Was it because no one else said yes? Was Liz too busy?"

    "Hey! Shut up!" Gilbert nearly yelled. If the music was any quieter, people would have stopped to listen. "She has nozhing to do vizh anyzhing!"

    "Then why are you getting all defensive?" she yelled back. "Why did you ask me to the dance?"

    Gilbert looked away from her. This wasn't how he planned for things to happen.

    "You know what? Just take me home. I was stupid to say yes to you in the first place."

    "Fine. You ruined my night too," Gilbert spat as he got up.

    "You still haven't even answered my question," (y/n) murmured as she followed him out to the parking lot. "And I don't know why we couldn't car pool either."

    "Vhy does it matter now? Vhy did you even say yes? You obviously don't like me at all."

    "That has nothing to do with it," (y/n) murmured. "I just know that you don't like me. Not the way I had thought you did when you first asked me out, anyway."

    "How zhe hell do you know how I feel about you?"

    "Please, Gil. I'm nothing like the girls you usually go for."

    "I know zhat--"

    "Were you expecting me to be?"

    Gilbert scoffed as he got into his car. "Shut up. You vere happy to be my date earlier. Vhat changed since then?"

    "Nothing's changed. I've just remembered  who you are."

    "Gott...you suck more zhan your bruder."

    "Don't talk about my brother! He's just looking out for me!"

    "Vait." Gilbert pulled over and stopped the car. "Did he say somezhing about me? Is zhat vhy you're being so unawesome right now?"

    "What are you talking about? I just want to go home, Gilbert," she grumbled.

    "Vait. I have somezhing to say and you need to hear mein awesome words, ok? Your brozher is an idiot. Vhatever he told you about mien intentions vas wrong. I...I liked you, ok? Not zhe same vay zhat I like other girls..."

    "What's that supposed to mean," (y/n) grumbled.

    "I asked you out because I vant a serious relationship vizh you, ok?" He blushed hard as he looked away. "Zhat's vhy I didn't vant to carpool or anyzhing...I vanted to ask you out after an awesome night at zhe dance. But zhat didn't happen. And you seem to hate me."

    "I...I don't hate you...I just...listened to my brother for once."

   Gilbert chuckled quietly and continued driving home. "That vasn't very awesome. He must really hate me zhen."

    "No...he just...he doesn't want me to get hurt."

    "Do you zhink zhat I vould be so unawesome to hurt you?" he asked her, acting insulted.

    (y/n) giggled and looked out the window. "Sorry for ruining the dance for you."

    "Zhat place vas full of losers anyvay. I probably vould have chickened out like a little girl at zhe end of zhe night anyway instead of asking you out."

    "You still haven't really asked me out, Gil," (y/n) reminded him as he pulled into her driveway.

    "Zhen let me do zhat now," Gilbert called before she could leave the car. "But I'm going to be awesome about it. I'm going to take you to a fancy restaurant if you'll let me."

    "That sounds lovely," (y/n) replied with a smile. "You have my number. Text me when you've completed your awesome plan." She kissed his cheek before leaving the car and heading inside.

    She walked inside and sat down on the couch, smiling happily. Arthur came down from his bedroom and stared at her. "Did you have fun."

    "Not really, but I think I'm going to," she replied as she looked up at him.

    Arthur scoffed and folded his arms across his chest. "And what the bloody hell is that supposed to mean."

    "I think..." she started as she stood up. "I think I just got a new boyfriend...an awesome boyfriend."

    "You're not serious--"

    "Don't worry so much, Artie...you're still mien awesome bruder."

    "My God, (y/n)...please don't..."

    (y/n) lunged at her brother and hugged him tightly. "Thank you for looking out for me, Arthur. Things worked out perfectly because of you."

    "That doesn't make me feel any better..."

    "Shut up and let me hug you."