Bleeding Out (Prussia x Reader)
WARNING: Lotsa swearing from both reader-chan and Gilbert lmao
Tick tock. Tick tock.
God, you absolutely detested the sound of that clock. It seemed that the clock purposely made time slower, as if to spite you. You had hoped, that maybe by some miracle, math class would end faster today.
Alas, just like any other day, the clock kept at its usual slow pace.
“So, can anyone from the class explain why x is equal to 73.9?” Damn. Your teacher’s nasally voice was seriously driving you up the wall. Why was it like the world was against you today?
And as if the forces from beyond wanted to answer your question, a big paper ball suddenly hit you on the head.
“What the f—“ You started, facing backwards at the snickering figure.
“Ah, (Y/N). What a surprise! Thank you for volunteering. Would you like to explain why x is equal to 73.9?” Your teacher said, garnering the attention of every student to yourself.
Your head snapped back forward. Oh shit, you hadn’t been paying attention!
“Uhh… Yeah. It’s because when you transfer 7 over there, it equals to 75 and then you have to subtract… Umm…” You tried, grimacing at how stupid that must have sounded. You could hear the asshole who threw the ball snickering behind you.
The teacher smirked. “Well, (Y/N). Maybe next time, it would do you well to listen to your superiors when they talk, yes?”
You clenched your fists, trying to keep yourself from retorting. “Yes teacher. I apologize.”
You quickly sat back down, keeping your head down in shame. All the while, that fucking idiot was still laughing his damn annoying laugh.
“Kesesesese! That was awesome!”
You fought your desire to turn around and smack him upside the head. That motherfucking albino.
Ever since you two were in kindergarten, you both had been at each other’s throats. You couldn’t believe someone so detestable could ever exist. Back then, you were just an innocent 4 year old minding your own business, when he suddenly came up to you dropped chicken poop all over your new uniform! You had cried back then, while all he did was laugh. That day, you swore that it would be the last time he would ever see you cry.
You felt a pencil poke you in the neck. “Oy,” He whispered, whilst repeatedly poking you in the neck. “Why aren’t you crying yet, liebling?”
You ground your teeth in anger, hissing back at him. “Go away, asshole. And don’t call me liebling.”
“Aww, did I make itty-bitty (Y/N) angry? Poor baby,” He cackled, flicking the pencil painfully on your ear.
Turning calmly back at him, you gave him a soft smile. He raised an eyebrow back at you. Then, you fucking lost it.
“WILL YOU STOP THAT YOU FUCKING SOGGY ASS, POTATO LOVING, SELF-CENTERED, ANNOYING—“
“Ms. (L/N)! Detention later! No excuses!” Your teacher interrupted.
“—DICK!!”
There was a brief silence. Gilbert stared wide-eyed at you, who was still breathing heavily with anger. Then, he smirked that awful smirk of his.
“Didn’t know you were so thirsty, (Y/N).”
At that moment, you didn’t care if you were going to get suspended for almost stabbing a student to death with a pencil. All you knew was that Gilbert’s screams for mercy were worth it all.
Later on…
Tick tock. Tick tock.
Seriously, what was up with this school’s clocks? You wondered if the school ordered these clocks for their especially loud and annoying ticking.
And what made the whole situation worse? You had to sit next to the one and only Gilbert.
Yes, you were both sentenced to detention. Although, only one of you was covered with yellow cartoon bird Band-Aids.
You grinned in triumph at the beaten and slightly bloodied asshole. He was pouting and looking the other way, too scared to anger you again.
You scoffed, slightly annoyed at his pouting. It wasn’t as if this was the first time you both got physical.
Ugh, brain. That sounded kinda dirty. You mentally slapped yourself for even thinking about it like that.
You were getting kind of bored, though. The room was silent except for the incessant ticking of the clock and the occasional flip of the page coming from the teacher in charge. It was only the two of you in detention that day, so there was really no one you could have possibly talked to.
There was no way in hell you were going to start on your homework or talk to him, so you raised your hand for permission to go to the restroom.
“Ahem, teacher?” You said, the teacher glancing lazily at you. “May I go to the restroom?”
The teacher nodded. “No funny business, alright?”
You stood up slowly, stretching your tired limbs. Man, this chair was killing you. You saw from the corner of your eye that Gilbert had turned his head to watch you. You glared at him, causing him to snort and roll his eyes.
You couldn’t help but notice as you stood up that there was something wrong. Your butt felt kinda… weird? And your stomach had started to hurt for no reason.
Then, you heard Gilbert gasp beside you. Confused, you faced him.
He was covering his mouth to hold in his laughter and you could see there were tears of mirth forming around his eyes. Now you were really confused.
“What are you laughing about, red-eyes?” You snapped, starting to walk away.
In an instant, he grabbed your arm and tugged you back down to your seat.
“What the fuck is your problem, you dick?” You hissed, not wanting to alarm the teacher.
“Be quiet, over there.” The teacher said airily, not looking up from his book.
“Not to alarm you or anything, but you have a little… situation going on.” He smirked mischievously, his eyes twinkling with laughter.
You raised your eyebrows. “Oh and what is that?”
Instead of answering, he just quickly shrugged off his jacket.
“You might want to tie this around your waist, frau.”
Your eyes widened in understanding. Now you knew why you were so cranky today. Why did it have to happen today???
It felt as if your whole face was on fire. How long had that stain been on your butt? Since lunch? Oh crap, and you had presented in front of your history class just last period…
You hastily grabbed his jacket and firmly wrapped it around your waist. You rummaged through your bag and found the little wrapped package and quickly scurried off to the ladies room.
Running to the restroom, you locked the door and stared at the mirror in horror. Today was definitely not your day.
Alas, eventually you had to leave the restroom. Slinking slowly back into the room, you found that both the teacher and Gilbert had already gone home. (How long had you been there?) You scornfully tugged at the jacket around your waist, both glad and embarrassed for having to hold onto his jacket. As you went to get your things, you silently wondered how you were going to face him tomorrow.
Freshly laundered and ironed, Gilbert’s varsity jacket was neatly folded in a small paper bag. You stood awkwardly by his locker while watching the sea of students walk past. Some people stared confused at you, but they backed off once they saw the menacing look in your eyes.
Soon enough, you saw him approach alongside his two other idiot friends.
“Ohohohohon~ You should have seen the look on poor Arthur’s face!” Francis laughed, draping his arms around the other idiot, Antonio.
Antonio grinned. “Si, Lovi told me about how angry he was during the meeting.”
Gilbert laughed with Francis. “Kesesese! If I hadn’t been in stupid detention, I might’ve seen it!”
They slowed to a stop when they finally noticed you standing there.
Francis was the first to react. Swooping in like a hawk, he grabbed your hand and kissed it. “My, if it isn’t Gil’s little girlfriend! What do we owe this pleasure?”
You grimaced in disgust, kicking him in the nuts. “None of your damn business, you got it?”
You ignored the writhing Frenchman and faced the German. Or Prussian. Or whatever the fuck he was.
Antonio smiled awkwardly, “Ah, I will see if Francis is alright.” He scampered off, leaving the two of you alone.
You blushed in embarrassment, facing anywhere but at him. You really didn’t want to thank him, but you knew you had to. You offered him the bag quickly, your blush only deepening further.
“Well… Here. I cleaned it and stuff and j-just…” You stammered, fidgeting like a madwoman.
You felt Gilbert take the bag from you and you dared to peek up at him. He had a stoic look of his face, no emotion whatsoever. You looked at him properly, completely puzzled at his lack of response.
“Thanks.” That was all he said. He started walking off as you stared slack jawed at his retreating form.
“H-hold it!” You called out. He stopped, looking back at you with a raised brow.
You frowned. “Why’d you that for me… The other day?”
He looked around and saw that there was a crowd starting to form. He faced back at you and shrugged his shoulders.
“What the fuck are you talking about? Piss off, will you?” He smirked, sauntering off to find his friends.
All you did was stand there, shocked.
The only thing on your mind at that moment was:
What a fucking asshole.