Song: Lie by NF
Pairing: Prussia x Female! Reader
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He awoke early, rushing to get ready for school, he couldn't wait to find y/n and tell her the good news. He had gotten a job at the local mechanics, he was cleaning up his act for her, getting his grades straight. He was changing for her, waking up earlier, quitting the drink, stopped hanging out with the wrong sort of people.
Ludwig watched him, chastising him for just taking a slice of toast, ignoring the rest of the food on the table. "What's got you in a rush?" Ludwig asked. Gilbert shrugged. "I have a fraulein to see," muttered Gilbert, grabbing his bag and running out the door. He mounted his bike, riding as fast as he could to school.
He made his way to his locker, opening it to put his bag in, staring at the picture of him and y/n. It was a strip of photos from one of the silly booths, y/n had dragged him into one on one of their dates, insisting that they took some. She had insisted that he kept the photos in his locker, so he could show off to all his friends. He heard footsteps approaching, shrugging it off as some of the other earlybirds. Though his hearing had picked up on some really interesting conversations. The voice of y/n's friend ringing through the hall.
"Whose your type?" she asked. He had brushed it off again, she was probably talking to someone else.
"Gilbert?" one of your other friends had offered.
"Not my type," he heard y/n's words. The scoff that rang through his ears, stung his heart. He slammed the locker door shut, not caring who was around to see. His eyes caught the way the three girls were huddled next to y/n's locker. Y/n in particular caught his eye, staring at him as though caught in some headlights.
The friends saw, giggling, turning to see who y/n was looking at. They laughed as if it was funny that Gilbert had heard. Gilbert felt his anger boil. He needed to get out of here. His eyes darted around at the classroom doors, looking for his first one of the day. "Ouch," he heard from behind him.
He sat in class, leaning back in his chair, looking through his phone logs. The call that you had together last night.
Y/n avoided him all day or was it Gilbert avoid y/n. Whichever it was, it was tense and everyone could feel his anger, wondering what happened to the new and improved albino.
It was later that day, at his locker after most of the students went home. "Can we talk, Gil?" a voice asked. He swallowed his anger, composing himself before he shut his locker, turning to face the girl he now hated. Without words, he brushed past her, out onto the concrete social grounds of the school. He stood in the middle of it, watching the traffic outside the far gates, cars whizzing by in a blur.
"Gil?" she questioned, voice soft. It was as though she had never said what she did earlier. "I heard you told your friends that I'm not your type?" Gilbert had a questioning lilt to his voice, an accusation that he knew to be true. Y/n, stepped forwards, a hand outstretched. Her lip wobbled at Gilbert's saddened tone. Gilbert caught her hand before it touched. "I didn't," she mumbled, not meeting his eyes.
"Why'd you even call last night?" he asked. Y/n stammered, her words lost on her tongue. Gilbert took a deep breath, looking up at the sky. He knew it. She couldn't deny it. She lied. Gilbert dropped her hand, storming off before y/n could utter another one.
All through the week, it was weird. Y/n kept trying to get him alone, where her friends couldn't see them. It was always like that, always sneaking around with him, never brushing off the boys who flirted. The compliments of the new things Gilbert had bought y/n weren't new to his ears. Neither were the remarks of her friends or randoms as they walked past together, talking. At least thats how it used to be. This time, she stood nervously next to one of the windows while Gilbert, sat against the corner of a desk.
