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Prussia x Pregnant!M Reader: Wurst Cravings

You groaned as you heard the three distinctive laughs downstairs, waking you up from your light sleep. It wasn't long until you felt the irritated kicks in your swollen belly, making you wince before lightly rubbing the spot. Damn it, this always happened right when the baby seemed to calm down.

You sighed as you laid on your back, glaring up at the ceiling as you mentally cursed Gilbert. When the baby doesn't setled down you let's out an annoyed groan. "Gil! Gillbert....! GIL!" You called but got no response. You grumbled
as you got out of bed, sliding into your slippers.

"Damn these cravings, making me leave my warm bed..." You grumbled, pulling a blacker around your shoulders. "Damn that German, not answering me... They better not have touched my leftovers..." You hissed lowly as you wobbled down the stairs.

The laughter downstairs didn't stop, in fact it only got louder. Others would think they were drunk. But Gil swore to give up drinking until the baby was born. So instead if going to the local bar, the trio had returned from a night at the bowling alley. Toni and Gil teasing Francis who was babying his face after he was decked in the face by a girl he was trying to hit on.

When you came downstairs, the Prussian was sitting on the couch. A can of soda in his hand that he occasionally sipped from. It wasn't long until the ruby eyed man saw
You passed the room and into the kitchen, opening the fridge door. The plate that had your wurst on it was gone. You growled. It wasn't long before the laughter was interrupted by a loud slam of the refrigerator door being slammed shut. "Who ate it!" Your voice boomed, echoing through the house. "Who ate my wurst!" You demanded as you stormed the best you could into the living room, your baby belly leading the way.

Gilbert's eyes went slightly wide. He looked at the Spaniard and the Frenchman who held the same look, like they had just seen their deaths. Gilbert gulped before forcing a nervous smile.

"Hey (babied name)... I thought you'd be asleep this late. You know staying up this late isn't good for the baby..." He said, hoping to redirect the conversation. But all his hope left when he saw your face. You glared at him and Gilbert felt his heart stop. He had never gotten that look from his lovable, kindhearted _____ before.

"I was!" You snapped, stomping your food angrily on the floor. "Until you brought your band of idiots in here and ATE MY LEFTOVERS!" You roared, your face turning a deep, unhealthy red color.

Gilbert flinched back slightly. He got up and slowly walked towards you, gently holding your hands. "Liebe, no one ate your leftovers... You ate them before I went out, remember?" He asked softly with a smile. A little sliver of hope in his voice, hoping you'd buy the little white lie.

Francis and Antonio watched the scene before them, waiting to run if they needed to. They knew how cranky and temperamental the (Nationality) could be. And it was worse when someone took his food.

"No I didn't!" You snapped, glaring at the albino German with narrowed eyes. "I know what I eat! I'm pregnant, not crazy Gilbert! " You growled, clearly agitated by Gilbert's statement.

Now even Gilbird was scared by all the yelling. He whimpered, crawling into Francis's lap and hiding his face in his chest. But you didn't care. You were pissed.

Gil gently took your hands, giving them a soft squeeze. "Baby yes you did... You were snacking on them when I came home from work and until I left with the guys..." He said softly, trying to get you to calm down a little. Unfortunately it didn't work.

"No I wasn't! That was Schnitzel! I know what I eat and don't eat, Gilbert..." You said, looking down. At least you weren't yelling anymore. But you were still clearly pissed.

Gilbert sighed softly. "OK fine... I ate your wurst. But I'll make you some more tomorrow, OK?" He asked softly, his fingers gently running over the top of your knuckles.