Fixed~PruCan

Chapter nine

I was a reck the next morning.

I moved into the bathroom quickly to avoid questions from anyone. I took a quick shower and wrapped a towel around my waist as I studied myself in the mirror. My eyes weren't red anymore thankfully, but I still had dark rings under my eyes.

I sighed and walked back to my room and put on some clothes.

I walked downstairs slowly and peaked around the banister. Luckily, no one was awake yet so I ran as quick as I could to the front door and grabbed the keys.

I ran across the lawn and right up beside France's car. I got inside fairly quickly and buckled my seatbelt.

I drove all the way downtown and was met with that familiar Prussian flag and mailbox. I smiled to myself and hurried to the door.

I knocked impatiently and waited.

And waited.

And waited!

Ten minutes went by as I knocked again. I began to grow worried and texted him from my phone. I kept waiting and sat on one of the porch chairs.

I yawned and tapped my foot impatiently. Where was he? I stood up and went around the house to see if he was in the back.

I saw him in the back mowing the lawn and I almost fainted at the spot.

He wasn't wearing a shirt.

I gulped and hugged KumaCasselman tightly to my chest and walked up to him. At first I was afraid he didn't see me, but he just didn't hear me.

He looked up and gasped, "Birdie?! BIRDIE!" He yelled happily and hugged me so hard he spun me around. "Vhen did you get back? Birdie I missed you!" He said finally letting go so I could breathe. I smiled, "I j-just got back yesterday." I stuttered as I tried not to look at his toned and, ahem, VERY muscular chest.

He looked down and ran towards a chair and put on his shirt quickly, "Vhoops, sorry Birdie. I know mien sexiness can be very intimidating." He said with a smirk and gestures me inside the house.

I forced a laugh, "Eh? W-Whatever you say Gil." I managed a reply as I headed
inside.

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Remember what I said about my never-ending hellish life? Well, whenever I was with Gil, I forgot about that pretty quickly. I forgot the pain, I forgot the fights. I just forgot about everything.

It was just pure bliss, just pure happiness. I loved every second of it! He made me happy, and he made feel noticed. Maybe.....maybe he could be the one to Fix me you know? Maybe....maybe I wouldn't have to be broken any longer. Maybe.... maybe I could finally be Fixed.

A stupid assumption I know. It sounds as though I'm some silly school girl writing down in her diary eh? But it's not like that. I trust you for some weird reason. You never made fun of me or even forgotten who I am. Thank you for that. For some odd reason, I think we understand each other you know? It's nice, being able to talk to someone who keeps paying attention to you. Someone who listens!

~

So anyways, me and Gilbert hung out the rest of the day, which of course, made me very happy. We played video games and talked like I never left!

It was a really fun day. Gilbert suggested also for me to stay for supper, and I couldn't refuse.

We ate wurst of course, but for dessert we also made pancakes. So there was a bonus for that.

As we ate, we discussed my trip, and then all of a sudden, the topic of dating came along.

Not dating each other! I mean, though that would be awesome.

No we talked about dating girls. I was a little saddened at this topic, but I didn't show it. But that's when it all went downhill.

"Birdie, speaking of dating, I met zhe most hottest girl I have ever seen." He said dreamingly.

My breath hitched and I looked down feeling like I lost KumaAyley.

He didn't notice and continued, "She's really awesome also, not as much as me, but still awesome." He said happily.

"Wish you were talking about me." I think as I become depressed.

He looks at me and almost instantly becomes worried.

"Birdie? You okay? You seem...sad." He said as he stood up and walked around the table, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I gulp and force a smile, "I-I just wish I could f-find a girl." I said lying.

He chuckled, "All in good time, don't vorry Birdie. All good things come to zhose who vait." He said as he moved back to his chair.

I force another smile and nod.

"Y-yeah. I guess you're right." I said giving the smallest of smiles and poke at my pancakes.

"You guess? I am zhe awesome Prussia! Of course I am right!" He said as he drank his beer.

I rolled my eyes and ate my pancakes slowly.

"S-so. What's her name?" I ask trying to ignore the pain in my chest.

He smirks, "Zoe. She is very awesome! She's really pretty too." He said becoming all dreamy-like again.

I try and listen as he rambles on and on about her. She really did sound like a nice girl, but it wasn't my fault I loved him first.

Maybe if I was braver I would have told him first. But I know I'm not.

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After we said our goodbyes, I drove home trying hard not to cry. So I snuck inside the house and headed upstairs.
I didn't mean to spend the whole day there, but I guess time does fly when you're having fun.

I yawned and took off my sweater and glasses. I looked at the many scars on my arms and sighed. I shook my head and began to cry.

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I cried myself to sleep that night. I remember like it was yesterday.

I didn't want to get up, but Alfred came in with a freaking pot and woke me up banging on it. I cursed at him loud and he put up his hands defensively, "Well sorry bro, but it's like, three." He said as he walked out with a smirk.

I blinked and looked at the clock in shock.

"Three?! Oh...well, that sucks eh? I never h-have slept this late. Ever."

I whispered to myself and moved to the bathroom to take a long hot shower.

I wrapped at towel around my waist and brushed my teeth.

I combed my hair and walked back to my room.

I put some clothes and traced my scars lightly. I shook my head.

"I can't ever let myself go down that road again." I whisper to myself.

I yawn and headed downstairs, and everyone of course was awake.

They were having lunch!

"Never, ever, EVER, let myself sleep in this late ever again." I say to myself over and over and grab a plate.

Although, as soon as I sat down, that's when the fight began.