Hetalia X Reader: Little Miss Cyber

Chapter 20: A chance to redeem himself

How could this have happened to you?
You were almost a victim of-of ...
Even thinking of the word sends shivers up your spine.
The look in his eyes, the feel of his touch racing against your skin, the rough nib against your lip, the lust in his voice... The look of concern he had when he saw the scars...

The warm sensation of tears bursting from the pools in your eyes wasn't a new feeling, for the remainder of yesterday and all of last nigh was spent in a pool of your own tears, drenching your bedlinen. The quaking of your body wasn't curable, the only thing that was able to comfort you was having your quilt wrapped around you entire being; acting as a security blanket. The slow pumping of some depressing songs playing to you through your headphones kept out the sounds of the outside world, locking you in your 'dome of gloom'.
When Berwald brought you back to your dorm, you insisted on being left alone; he left you without a word, but the look of heartbreak glimmered on his face. You haven't been disturbed by anyone ever since, something makes you think that now everyone knows of what happened; there is no way you have the strength to go to class today. Gilbert was still an obvious lingering thought in your subconscious, but you were concerned about what was going to happen to him; maybe this was your fault and you unconsciously lead him on.
The doorknob of your dorm began to swivel around, however it seemed to skim past your detection as you sulked into the quilt. A weight was noticed on the end of the bed, but you brushed it off and assumed that Berwald had finally decided to come see if you were going to join class today; as soon as they spoke you jumped out of your skin and literally out of the position you were lying in. A set a beady scary red eyes glared at you in the dim room, talking to you, but fear muffled everything it was telling you; that's when you cracked.

You: snatching your pillow and beating Gilbert with it
I'M GONNA KILL YOU!

Gilbert fell off the bed and scampered around on the floor like a cockroach when the lights have been turned on; he didn't anticipate a reaction like this, catching him completely off guard. You chased after the boy with a fire in your eyes and confused vengeance in your heart; you were a bat out of hell.

Gilbert: crawling on his hands and knees, pleading
____! Please just let me talk! Just let me t--

You: slapping him over the head
EAT PILLOW!

That sparked something inside Gilbert and he tilted back his head at you, with a sly grin. He took his chance as you were lost in his sudden change of character and bought himself enough time to snatch another pillow off your bed and delivered a decent whack to your side. He smiled back at you while taking a quick bowl, carelessly tossing the pillow over his shoulder while doing so; so he wants a pillow fight, eh?

...

You slid down the wall panting and chucking your pillow over near your bed, watching as Gilbert sat on the ground, hunched over getting back his breath. You were both smiling, more exhausted than an athlete, but due to that pillow fight, you lift the past in the past.

Gilbert: gasping
Can.. I talk... Now?

You nodded your head in response, clearly too breathless to verbally answer.

Gilbert: settling his breaths
I came here to ask... About jour scars.

Your (e/c) eyes immediately darkened, killing the light inside; this was an older secret than the Little Miss Cyber Blog.

You: trying to give little information
I got bit by a dog when I was a toddler.

Gilbert: frowning
Tell me vhat really happened?

You: crossing your arms
And I lost a little weight, that's all. Scars are natural... (Looking at him seriously) What? Do you think I was abused or something?