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PrussiaxReader: Your Existence

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The sun was beaming down on your skin, but in a way that was just right. Your (h/c) hair, brushed by the breeze, tickled the skin on your face. The lush green grass touching every inch of your back and whatever it could come in contact with. The trees waved its branches and reached to catch you in its shade, but you casually declined.

Your body felt so light and your muscles relaxed, it was almost perfect. Almost.

Leaning your head to your right, you spotted a companion of yours. He was an odd fellow, but you loved him nonetheless. His brilliant white hair stood out against the grass; his rich red eyes were captivating and daring; his voice was unforgettable. His words were laced with a thick German accent and his laughter was mischievous, but unique.

This guy, who you would see everyday in this exact place, would always be lying right next to you in the grass. You didn't know why he was there or where he came from, but he would just showed up. However, you had no problem with that. He kept you company.

He made everything, well, perfect.

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It was another sunny day and Gilbert was telling you one of his stories. This one was about this one time where he and one of his friends, Antonio, were following another one of his friends and on his date.

"So then ve dumped za bucket of frogs onto their table! Za frau screamed und ran off. Francis on za other hand didn't take the joke too lightly... But I mean com' on. It vas a joke! You get it, right _____?"

It was hard to answer him back since you couldn't stop laughing. So you just shook your head instead and wiped away the tears forming at the corner of your eyes.

"Oh my god," you said, once you've calmed down. "You're terrible, Gil."

Oddly enough, you were smiling. Gilbert was also smiling, victoriously as a matter of fact. There was nothing like the feeling of making his favorite person happy. On the other hand, there was a hint of sadness that lingered in the back of his mind. But it wasn't just him. You knew it too...

"_____...?" Gilbert's voice was serious.

"Hmm?"

"Do you get... upset? You know. When 'this' iz all over." He made a gesture with his hands, making a reference of 'this' to everything surrounding you and him.

You took a deep breath, letting the warm air fill your lungs. Then releasing it out your frowning lips.

"Yes."

"Do you forget vhen you vake up?"

"No. I think about you everyday. I even look forward to seeing you whenever I can. Why do you ask?"

"Vell... I thought that you vould forget about me since you are busy vit school und your friends... maybe even a boyfriend..." He looked away from you. Gilbert was afraid of how you were going to answer him.

"Tsk. You know very well that I don't have a boyfriend... Not when I have you."

"B-but you know that-"

"I know." You interrupted. "I know..."

There was an awkward silence between the two of you. There was only the rustling of grass and leaves when the wind swept by. The silence was dragging on too long, so you decided to break it.

"Look, let's forget about it for now, okay? Let's just enjoy what time we have left for today."

You put on your best smile for him, even though there was a bit of sadness that you couldn't hold back. Gilbert stared into your (e/c) eyes. He took your hand into his own. Your hand tingled with warmth as he touched it. You wanted more, but... that was all you could take for now.

It was hard to think that the two of you couldn't stay together for very long. There was so much that he wanted to tell you, so much that the two of you can do. If only...

Buzzzzzz. Buzzzzzz. Buzzzzzzz.

"Dammit..." You groaned.

The sun was peeking in through the crack in you curtains and your alarm clock was signaling the new morning. Well, until your hand lazily slapped the snooze button.

You flipped onto your back and glared at the ceiling. You were remembering your dream with Gilbert, rerunning it over and over in your head until you knew that you were not going to forget it. Then you took another deep breath and sighed.

"Why aren't you real?" You whispered to yourself.

You were about to drift off to sleep until your alarm began to ring again.
Whyyyy?! :iconsadfaceplz:

Reality's a jerk...

I love to dream, but lately I've noticed that real life gets in the way of that. Life can be nice too... if it's nice. But still...

Any who, I hope you enjoy this short story. I've been having writer's block with my other stories, so I thought I'd write a brand new one (with :iconawesomeprussiaplz:) using a poem I wrote as a reference -> It Doesn't Exist


Hetalia belongs to :iconhimaruyaplz:
You belong to :iconclockplz:... I mean you
Story (c) me
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