Hetalia one-shots

Cheater!Prussia x Punk!Guitarist!Reader x Austria

(Wanted it to be Rock-Guitarist and it is AU, but doesn't seem to have any space)

Inspired by a movie Sing.

When you were very young you always wanted to be a guitarist, from then on you kept on listening to music that involved guitars and listen to the keys and strings each guitarist had pulled and pressed, every stupidly you pretend you had an actual guitar, so that meant you mostly air guitared into the song which was your greatest thing to do.
As soon as time went by you have grown to like rock music and started acting like a punk; meaning that you put up posters on your wall of every single rock band there ever was and collecting CD's to listen to their music on a CD player and saving up enough money to go to a rock concert.
When Christmas came you didn't know what else you wanted but there was one gift that made you bounce around in joy; your father saved enough money and bought you thing you could ever want: an electrical guitar painted (F/C) with a glossy shine whenever the light hit it. You were so welled up in the joy that you couldn't ask for a better present than that.
Ever since then, you've been taking guitar lessons and your keys have gotten better by the way you remember every press and pull of each guitar string in songs.
You even taken guitar competitions but the songs you chose weren't the extreme (over the edge that the bass will be very loud and blow everyone's ears off) but still had the beat.
That's when you met your sweetheart, Gilbert.
He was one of the competitors and was an awesome guy to talk to as he said it himself, as you two were both in the finals turns out he, too, was playing the guitar (But a bass guitar,) as the finals came to a stop and announced the winner, which was you, after getting your photo and trophy you went up to Gilbert and shook his hand.
"That was a compatible competition if I say so myself," You said. "You were awesome there,"
He started to laugh his well-known laugh. "Kesese~ Vell, I've known to be awezome myself." He put his hand on his chest as he said that.
"And I gotta say, that song you've played was why past awesome, I defiantly thought you would win instead." You smiled.
"Yeah, but jou out-awezomed me at zhat, and zhats vhy jou von in zhe first place, but I love play my guitar anytime I get." He replied.
"Maybe we could teach each other?"
Gilbert then looked at you then raised an eyebrow "Vhat's zhat?"
"I mean we can teach other each note in songs and maybe we both can get better"
"Okay, ja!" He showed a toothy smile. "Vhere should ve meet?"
"You can come over my house, I'm sure my parents won't mind"
"Sure, zhen. Let's go!"
After heading to your house you opened your front door and yelled "Mum! Dad! I'm home!" As soon as you said that they rushed up to you "How did it go sweetheart?" Your dad said.
"It was amazing, I got first place" You answered then showed them the trophy. Your dad took it then placed it on the shelf with your other prizes."
Then your mum spoke up "Who's your friend, (Y/N)?"
"He was the guy I competed with in the finals. Mum, Dad, this is Gilbert. Gilbert, this is my mum and dad." You shifted your hands so that they both get the point.
"It'z awezome to meet you Mr und Mrs (S/N)"
"Aww, don't need to call us that, I'm (M/N) and this is (D/N)." When your mum pointed to your dad he was too distracted over the trophy to notice Gilbert.
"Anyway," You said bring back why you brought Gilbert. "I brought Gilbert here because we were going to teach each other how to play better on our guitars."
"Wait, he too plays the guitar?" Your dad turned his to you at that.
"Yes, but he plays the bass."
Before he could reply back you just drag Gilbert upstairs to your room. When you two were in your room you closed the door behind you. "Sorry, if we kept talking to them we wouldn't have any time to improve on our guitars." After that you placed your's and Gilbert's belongings in the corner of your room then you grabbed your guitar.
"Now, are you ready to begin."
"Hell ja I am." He then started his notes before you joined in.

This went on day after day, Gilbert visited your house or you visited him, you two were inseparable, meeting every second you got. You got to know his brother, Ludwig (who was more mature than Gilbert.)
Soon when you had both become a full appropriate age (and some free time) Gilbert took you to see his friends, their names were Roderich and Elizabeta.
When you met them, you found out Roderich, too, like music but doesn't like the music you and Gilbert like, sometimes this consulted you are in an argument over who's music is better and why, Roderich was Austrian but still had a resemblance to German (sometimes, Gilbert tries to act out the Austrian's accent, but most of the time gets a frying pan hit against his face and a giant purple mark appearing afterwards.)
Elizabeta had a hate point for Gilbert whenever he does something annoying or tried to make fun of Roderich (which you knew that the Hungarian girl had a mega crush on Roddy!)
A few weeks later, Gilbert asked you out (I mean asked you out to be his girlfriend), with someone you've been with a long time you gladly said yes to him.
After that, you and Gilbert were fully prepared to get an apartment of your own and move in with each other.
You have gotten into a college/university that you desperately wanted to go in, but that did result in you to finish quite late on most of the days, after coming home you would be quite exhausted to even play a few notes on your guitar.
But after a few months of exhaustion, the college/university thought to let people leave a few hours early.
You were glad they did that, now you can spend more time with Gilbert and keep playing your guitar with him.

After few buses and walks, you managed to make it back to the apartment and plus on the happy side as well.
You came into your home, quite exhausted, after placing your belongings just by a small coffee table for where you keep your keys, as you did you noticed someone's shoes that don't belong to you, they also quite familiar to you but you went looking for Gilbert, anyway.
The play of a base guitar was heard in the living room, quite a soft melody to be exact, as you placed your head against the door a bit of singing was heard as well.
Quickly opening the door, you then spot Gil, but singing to a girl, a girl you know quite well as Elizabeta.
What's more, as he was singing to her, he held her chin as he pulled it closer to him, whilst their lips were in a skimmed lip lock and about to get heated, but you interrupted them then.
"What's going on here?" You asked shocked.
The moment you said that, Gilbert and Elizabeta unlocked their lips whilst they gave look you couldn't explain, but if you did it was between embarrassment and shocked.
"(Y/N), jou're home early."
"Yeah, and looks like on time."
"Zhat vas not vhat jou vere thinking"
"So I didn't practically see that my boyfriend was locking lips with a girl other than his girlfriend?" You barked back.
His eyes focused on the floor as he either didn't want to answer or too scared to answer.
"You, Elizabeta." You pointed a finger at her in a scary matter that made her blood run cold and her whole face pale from your action, "You have five seconds to get your things, and get out before I change my mind and make you regret ever stepping into my apartment." You said darkly, she nodded quickly as a response and grabbed her belongings before running out of your apartment.
You turned your sight to Gilbert "And as for you. Just get out." His eyes shot up to look at you properly thinking if you have said your words wrong.
"Vhat?"
"You heard me. Get out." You pointed your thumb towards your door of the apartment, the apartment that was supposed to be yours and Gilbert's but isn't anymore now.
The moment you said that Gilbert strikes himself onto his knees whilst wrapping his arms around your knees and commenced himself into begging, badly.
"No, no. Pleaze frau, ich liebe dich, jou know zhat. I didn't mean to do zhat, zhat would be unawezome of me, pleaze give me anozher chance, I promize I von't ever do it again."
"Get up," You sneered, "You're pathetic."
Gilbert got himself up, but the tears still trickled down his cheeks, his hands cupped your cheeks, and looked into your eyes "Pleaze liebe"
You had to just push him out of the house, and out of your mind.
As you did, he stopped you from slamming the door in his face.
"Pleaze give another chance, I promize vith all mein awezome heart zhat I vill never do anyzhing unawezome to hurt jou."
You gave a sign before going back into the room, Gilbert didn't know whether to go in or stay out, but as soon as he took a step in you carried something big in your hands and shoving it towards his chest.
His base guitar. The thing that brought so many memories for you two.
"You can go and play it to Elizabeth." You said with emptiness in your voice.
"But I promize jou I vould never hurt jou ever again." His sadness swallowed up his everything that had to do with you.
As you held onto the door you looked into his eyes, which was most likely about to burn through his skull, and spoke in a soft matter, "If you really did promise that, you wouldn't have hurt me in the first place would you?"
"I..." He trailed off, then looked down, then murmured, "I'm zo zorry."
"Don't be. Looks like I wasn't the right one for you, nevertheless."
Thereupon doing that, you slammed the door in his face.
You had never felt so empty in you life; with the guy you trusted most to shatter you into pieces.
You back was against the door as you slid down onto the floor, at the same time, placing your knees against your chest and crying out all that your heart and eyes could take.

The next day~
After you had finished your college/university you just wanted to go home and just burn all those belongings that had to do with Gilbert.
You were so focused on what you were going to do went you got home, that you didn't even feel yourself colliding with the stranger in front of you.
As you noticed both you and the stranger were on the floor you got yourself up and gave the stranger a hand.
"Sorry I bumped into you like that, Mr." As your eyes took a glance upon the strangers face, you saw it was non other that Roderich.
What was he doing here?
"What are you doing here, Roderich?"