HETALIA ONE SHOTS

- i. the last dance: prussia x reader x romano

Prussia x Fem Reader x Romano
( the last dance)

Warnings: none

Key:
Bold: Romano singing
Italics: guests singing

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Weddings.

They're supposed to be happy since you are now betrothed to your "lover", emperor Gilbert the first of Prussia. Your family was ecstatic as to marry the emperor as it was a sign that your family was moving up the ranks. They thought the Emperor and you were in love.

How wrong it was.

Don't get it wrong, Gilbert was an amazing person with a great personality and a good sense of humor.

The only problem was you saw Gilbert as a friend, not a lover.

And it was your sister who was supposed to get married to him, not you.

That's right, Gilbert had chosen you over your sister to be Empress of Prussia. You had come from a neighboring kingdom, the kingdom of c/n. The Prussian nobility had preferred someone from a different kingdom to be their future empress. They thought it would be a good fit for both kingdoms.

Yet you were scared and had every right to be. You didn't know much about royal etiquette since your parents raised you to be carefree and independent. As a little girl, you were climbing trees with your brothers and playing chess with your father, not sitting in a classroom learning French and manners for three hours like your eldest sister.

What was even worse is some of the Prussian nobility disapproved of you. They hated how you were so clumsy and slow-witted. Especially your future mother-in-law. She hated you for ruining her plans. Now she can't even look at your mother, a close friend of hers, the same again. It's like all her plans were set in stone, and you came down and ruined them.

Your father was disappointed in you. He didn't want you to leave and begged you to leave Berlin and come back home. You wanted to, you really did, but you now have a duty to fulfill here at your new home.

Some of your relatives approved of the marriage as they thought you were going to end up like your father, whom they disapproved of for ignoring his royal duties and traveling instead. Others disapproved, saying you were too young to get married and you knew nothing of the royal life like your sister.

Hey, look at the bright side; at least some Prussian nobility like you.

That's sort of a lie. The priest and the others before the service were saying to each other that you were going to bring bad luck to the House of Beilschmidt. That you were their downfall. One nobleman even damned you to hell just for trips out of the carriage. The guests were now arriving and making their way to the ballroom.

"She fits here," one said.

"She doesn't fit here," another said, laughing.

Meanwhile, above the royal staircase, Gilbert was wearing a black suit with navy blue accents and a black and white sash accompanied by his white gloves. You, on the other hand, had your hair in a braided bun with your tiara accompanying it. Your dress was white and paired beautifully with silver jewelry. The makeup artists decided to let your natural beauty shine this once. He gently grabbed your hand and gave it a soft kiss.

"You look beautiful," he replied.

"Thank you," you said with a warm smile, a slight hue of pink painted above your cheeks.

Gilbert gently held your arm. "Now come on, we don't want to leave our guests waiting."

As the two of you made it down the stairs, you could feel the people staring at you and whispering at each other. What were they saying? Was your dad right in telling you to leave Berlin before you suffocated? Was your family proud of this decision you took?