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Up On A Hilltop (Prinxiety)

Virgil's P.O.V.
When I first formed, I used to wear a mask. All day, everyday. The first person I ever met was Roman, and he immediately asked who I was. I never responded. We met on a hill, and it became routine to meet there every day and dance. Don't ask me how it became a routine, because I have no idea. We would meet on the hill in the imagination, and he would put on classical music while we would dance along to it. He fell in love with me, and I, with him. Eventually he was going to ask so who I was, and he would be disappointed to learn it was me. I had met him and the other sides formerly about a month after seeing him on that hill for the first time, though without my mask. I had taken it off for cleaning and had no time to put it back on before meeting them. Once I was Roman I knew I couldn't always wear the mask anymore, only when going to the hill.
Today, I was meeting him again, for what, I didn't know at the time, was our last time. I met him like I usually do, and we danced. Right as the sun was setting, the last song finished. We pulled in close with the last swell to music, and leaned in. Right before our lips met, he pulled back.
"I'm so sorry. Thomas is summoning me and it's very important, I can tell. I wish I could spend more time with you. See you tomorrow night?" He asked hopefully, but I knew I wouldn't be able to face him again after tonight. I said nothing, and we both sank out. The next day I had already hid my mask away, underneath my bed. It's not like anyone was ever going to come in my room anyway.
A week later I ducked out. I couldn't bear seeing Roman and him hating me, even if we had talked for long nights and got to know each other on the hill. What happens on the hill, stayed on the hill, and he would never get to learn my identity. I would make sure of it.
~Time skip~
We had just uploaded the Crofters video, and it was getting a lot of positive reviews. Everyone was being a lot friendlier to me ever since the Accepting Anxiety videos, and I was grateful for it. It reminded me of the nights spent with Roman, to have someone actually listen to me, to have someone actually care about me. It was nice.
"Hey Virgil, could we have a movie night in your room tonight?" Roman asked, walking up to me.
"But aren't Patton and Logan going off to the imagination tonight?" I asked him, confused.
"Yeah... I was hoping it could just be you and me?" He sounded so hopeful, I just couldn't refuse him.
"Oh. Sure, sounds fun." I said, and continued on my way, holding in a laugh when I heard a whispered "Yeah!" from the princely trait. He must've been really excited. Just not as excited as me.

Roman's P.O.V.
I couldn't believe it. I was falling in love with Virgil! I had sworn that I wouldn't fall in love again, that I would find the masked man! But I cannot control love, and there was no doubt about it, I loved him. Maybe one day I would find the masked man, but for now, I would think of everything I could to win his heart. I saw him waking to his room. Maybe I could ask for a movie night? Yes, that was a classic way to profess my love! And it would be somewhere he felt comfortable as well. I knew Patton and Logan were going to be in the imagination tonight, so no one would interrupt us. Thomas was going to be working all night, so he wouldn't interrupt us. I couldn't have a repeat of last time I tried to confess my feelings to someone. I walked up to him.
"Hey Virgil, could we have a movie night in your room tonight?" I asked, hoping above all things that he would say yes.
"But aren't Patton and Logan going off to the imagination tonight?" He's asked, and my heart shattered. But maybe he just thought I meant all of us, I did phrase it weirdly. I still had some hope.
"Yeah... I was hoping it could just be you and me?" I hope I didn't come off as desperate. I knew he wouldn't like something too dramatic. Hopefully this would work?
"Oh. Sure, sounds fun." He replied, and continued on his way to his room. I couldn't contain my enthusiastic "Yeah!", and I'm sure he heard it. Oh well. What can you do?

Virgil's P.O.V.
A few hours later I heard a knock at my door and I jumped at least a foot in the air. I checked myself in the mirror, and straightened my purple hoodie. I opened the door.
"Hey. Come on in." I said, and sat down on my bed.
"What movie is first?" He asked, shutting my door.
"Snow White. You don't have a favourite Disney movie, so I put on a classic." He looked surprised.
"You didn't have to do that." He said, and I I re-discovered why I loved him still.
"Nah, its fine" I said, and we started watching the movie. About halfway through his phone dropped out of his pocket and bounced under my bed.
"I'll get it!" I hurry to say, but he's already on the floor. The mask is under there. I just hope he doesn't see it. I watch as he pauses, and my heart skips a beat. There's no way he didn't see it.
He re-emerges, mask in hand.
"What is this?" He asks, and my whole world comes crashing down around me.

Roman's P.O.V.
It was so sweet of him to put on Snow White when he could've just put on his favorite instead. I kinda wish he did, but he seems to be enjoying it.
At one point I drop my phone, and I immediately drop to the floor to get it, not quite hearing the rushed "I'll get it!" from above me. I look underneath his bed and quickly out my phone in my pocket, but something else catches my eye. I freeze when I realize what it was. The mask. The one that the masked man always wore. I pick it up, and when Virgil sees it in my hands he looks like he's seen a ghost.
"What is this?" I ask, and he just curls up in a ball. I guess I only ever fell in love with one person. I snap out of my thoughts when I hear a strangled "sorry" from in front of me, and only then do I realize he's hyperventilating. I drop the mask and rush forwards, anger long forgotten. When he can finally breathe again, I try to talk but he cuts me off.
"I knew you'd be disappointed once you found out it was me." He says, and I can't help but feel heartbroken for him.
"Why did you never return?" I ask, trying not to let my sadness seep into my voice .
"Guess how I was feeling about seeing you again." He said sarcastically.
"Anxious." Of course.
"And when I make Thomas anxious about seeing someone, he usually" he gestured for me to finish the sentence .
"Doesn't to go see them" I say, and I understand.
"Exactly."
"I... have a confession. I wanted to have a movie night with you because I was going to... confess my feelings to you." I admitted,and waited for the harsh rejection. It never came.
He threw his arms around me. "I never stopped loving you." I guess we can have real-life happy endings.

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Ewww, I wrote fluff. I don't know why, but I just like writing angst with a happy ending, or sometimes just angst. I'll read fluff no problem, but writing it is just weird for me, and thus probably a horrible story to read.