.:LONE DIGGER:. | Prussia x Reader

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The shaded spot where you silently enjoyed your lunch was a place outside and a little ways away from the cafeteria. Sure, It felt a little lonesome every now and then, but you couldn't even fathom the idea of sitting in the middle of a crowded area; the very thought sent shivers down your spine. So you peacefully nibbled on your sandwich as you flipped through your book.

Lost in the words of the story, you failed to notice a rather flamboyant voice getting closer and closer to you. Before you could even react, a face popped up from behind the book, smiling ear to ear. "Hello (y/n)!"

At the sound of the high pitched greeting you jumped just a bit, only to recognize the ball of excitement that was Feliciano. You felt your muscles relax as the bubbly boy sat himself down next to you. You spared him a glance before returning your gaze anywhere but his face. "You're not with your friends?" You asked him in a low voice.

Feli shook his head and directed his big smile at you. "No! I wanted to hang out with you today! You're one of my only friends that doesn't come sit with us, so I thought you might be lonely by yourself."

You hummed in reply and returned your focus to your book. Friend, huh? You thought mindlessly. You wouldn't exactly call the Italian your friend, but you wouldn't necessarily call him a nuisance either; he was more of just good company. You didn't even have to ask him to sit with you since he was so determined to accompany you.

You turned your head slightly to catch a quick glimpse of what he was up to, only to find him fast asleep. He doesn't waste time, does he? You inwardly giggled. Glancing down, you quickly checked your watch only to find that the lunch period was nearly over.

Your hands raked through your (h/c) hair as you swiftly packed your things and got ready to go. Once you were ready, you went ahead and picked Feli off the ground by his arms. It was a common occurrence for him to drift off every now and then, leaving you or someone near by to deal with it; However, seeing as how light he was, it was never really much of a problem. So you dragged the boy all the way near the entrance of the cafeteria to meet his regular friends: Ludwig and Kiku. They normally be the metaphorical reins for the hyper boy and keep him in line.

"Ah, (y/n)-san, Good afternoon," Kiku said in his gentle voice as you approached him and Ludwig. "I see Feli-chan has been with you."

You replied with a nod and handed the slumbering boy off to the lumbering German that was Ludwig. He offered you his own nod with a slight smile as he carried Feliciano much like how one would carry a large sack. He started going down to their next class, Kiku following suit. Kiku turned his head to you once more, "Thank you again for taking care of Feli-chan."

"No problem," you said quietly as Kiku half-jogged to keep up with Ludwig's pace. You sighed as you watched the trio leave, they were the closest things to friends you had, and that thought made you a little happy.

You were about to make your way to your own class when blur of mostly white caught your attention. A boy slightly shorter than Ludwig had crashed into him with an obnoxious cackle that almost sent poor Feliciano to the floor. Looking back up you saw Ludwig's older brother, Gilbert, who was more rambunctious than his younger brother. You knew him all too well, as he became the topic of almost every conversation you would over hear. It was difficult for you to understand; how could such a egotistical maniac become so famous with others? You heaved another sigh and turned down the hallway, avoiding any sort of eye contact with the group.

While doing so, you felt like you had just missed one of them turning their attention toward you. You brushed it off and kept walking.

Making your way down the hall and into your next class, you sat down at the front and set your things next to you. Since you had a little more time before class actually started, you thought back to Gilbert. You asked yourself again how could someone so obsessed with them self be so popular with the rest. Maybe it was the way he flaunted his self confidence, and wanted others to know how great he thought he was. When you thought about it that way, you found yourself envious-- wishing that you had even an ounce of confidence in yourself. Sadly, no dice; you always figured the worst of you would always outweigh the good.

A thump resounded in your ears when you realized your head had made contact with the desk while you were deep in thought. Your arms crossed on the desk and blocked the light that flooded into your vision. You didn't want to think about anything anymore; it would just ruin your good mood. Without thought, you felt yourself slip away into unconsciousness.

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The loud blare of the bell jolted you awake, making you sit upright and glance around the room. Your attention was directed toward the front of the classroom where the teacher had situated himself in his desk while the students packed up. "Remember that your homework is due on Friday," he drawled tiredly, not caring if anyone was listening or not.

Realizing you had slept through the entire class, you rubbed your eyes and stood up from your desk. You grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder while high tailing it out of the room. You silently hoped that your teacher hadn't noticed your little nap.

In your hurry, you didn't notice the white flurry that had crossed paths with you, sending both you and them to the ground. You landed roughly on your bottom and you could only assume the same for the other person. Regaining your composure, you looked up to apologize to whomever you had bumped into.

"Oh, (y/n), sorry 'bout that!" the person chuckled in a raspy voice.

You turned your gaze upward to see Gilbert sending you a smirk as he went to pick himself up. You met his red eyes and quickly looked somewhere else. "Y-Yeah, sorry," you squeaked out, standing up beside him.

"I'm in a rush, so I'll see ya!" Gilbert said quickly before high-tailing it down the hall. You stared down the direction he ran in for a little while, trying to digest the whole moment. What is he up to...? you thought. You then shook your head and decided it was best to not dwell on it; you had one more class to go before school was out, and you were anxious to get home. Without further ado, you made your way down the hall and to your last class of the day.

Although you thought it best to not think about what Gilbert had been in such a big rush to get to, you couldn't help but let your mind wonder just a bit. 

[a/n: aa! such a slow burn, but it'll all be worth it in the end!! Also, I decided against making the reader bullied, but rather just ignored in their school-- it seemed a bit better, seeing as the reader is a bit more of an introvert than anything (even though it seemed like the rivalry between the reader and their bully seemed to be popular in the original fic). I may place a few moments where the reader gets picked on, who knows... Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter! And comments are always appreciated!]