Random One-shots

Chances (Prussia X Shy! Fem! Reader)

 Cuz you know I'm all about that angst, bout that angst

Never stopping  ;)

High School AU

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  You held your face in your hands as you sobbed quietly. You hated this. How you were so weak and fragile. How you could be easily broken like a piece of glass. And how you were nothing like her. And no matter what you did to try and be strong, it would never work.

  You grit your teeth in anger as thoughts of her filled your head. Jealousy and anger infiltrated your brain like a virus. A loud, angry yell escaped your lips as you continued to cry away the aching pain in your heart.

But you could never bring yourself to hate her. How could you? After all, she was your best friend. Elizaveta...

She was strong. She was tough. She always spoke her mind and didn't let the opinions of others bring her down. Yet she was sweet and caring, as well as intelligent and witty. It was no wonder he fell for her.

  As the thought of him entered your mind, the pain in your heart began to worsen as what had happened an hour prior had begun to appear in your brain.

~~An hour ago~~

  You stood against the window and watched the leaves of the trees sway gently in the breeze. Your heart was racing in fear and anticipation of what was soon to happen. You had asked Gilbert an hour and a half ago to meet you in your 6th period class after school. And Gilbert being the awesome and good friend that he was, had agreed to meet the (H/C)-haired female for reasons unknown to him.

  You let out a shakey sigh as you placed a hand over your racing heart. Your (S/T) cheeks had been painted a light shade of red as thoughts of the albino filled your head. "Calm down," you muttered quietly to yourself as the sound of the door opening entered your ears.

  Quickly turning your head, your eyes immediately locked on to red irises as a shy and fearful smile made it's way on to your face. "H-Hey, Gilbert," You stuttered as a wide smile was already present on his pale face.

  "Kesesese, hey frau," the Prussian male greeted as he casually walked closer to where you stood.

  You gulped silently as you could feel your heart pick up pace again as the form of the one you loved stood in front of you. You gripped the front of your black sweater with quaking palms as Gilbert asked with a playful smile, "So vhat's up? Is zhere anyzhing jou vanna tell zhe awesome me?"

  You could feel yourself start to sweat nervously as your grip on your sweater tightened. "Y-Yeah, there is o-one thing that I wanted to tell you..." Your voice cracked as your stomach had started to do somersaults and began to curl in fear.

  A worried look (that didn't suit him) took over Gilbert's usual egoccentric demeanor as he took in your anxious form. Hesitantly, he raised a hand to place on your shoulder and was about to ask you what was wrong until you had squeaked out very loudly.

  "I'm in love with you!"

The air soon turned thick as a suffocating silence followed right after. You squeezed your eyes shut in fear of breaking down into a sorry, pitiful mess of tears and pain once you'd glance at the grimacing face of Gilbert Beildschmidt. But that didn't matter because you could already feel the tears within your closed eyes wanting to spill as you awaited a response.

  "Gee," Gilbert awkwardly began as he had begun to rub the back of his neck anxiously. "I had no idea zhat jou felt zhat vay about me." He awkwardly cleared his throat as he continued to form sentences he didn't understand himself.