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_APH_ PrussiaxReader -Einsamkeit- Ch. 1 +WIP+

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~Monday~
     The sounds of kids bustling and chatting around you echoed in your ears, but you weren't really paying attention; you were staring off into the distace, just thinking. You were curiously analyzing your surroundings as your eyes flickered around the lunch room, which was filled with Juniors- like yourself- and Seniors. Freshmen and Sophomores had their own lunch period together. You were a fast eater, and didn't eat much in the first place, so you were letting your train of thought take you wherever during your free time after you ate. You could talk to your friends, but they were talking about something completely unrelated to you- something you had no knowledge of- so you figured it'd be better to stay quiet and observe the lunchroom for a while.
     Typical lunch benches filled the room in a four by five arrangement, most of them being able to seat at least 12 but only half-full, nearly squeezing the serving line to the wall. Windows covered the walls except for the entrace to the rest of the school and the exit to go outside to the courtyard. The courtyard was nice; it was your favorite place to go to be alone after school. You could listen to music or read peacefully there, or even practice your violin that you loved ever so much (Sorry, I made "you" a nerd. <3). Your eyes slowly drifted from person to person, from object to object; your analyzed reports revealing so much more information about them that could ever be figured out by just a single glance.
     Eventually, your eyes settled on a table of seniors diagonally from yours about halfway across the room, just barely visible among the other kids. There sat three seniors; a lean, wavy-blonde haired French guy named Francis and a toned, shaggy-brunette Spanish guy named Antonio sat across from an albino German (sorry, Prussia doesn't exist anymore, and I'm trying to keep this realistic as possible) guy named Gilbert, the French guy and the Spanish guy with their backs to you.
     The albino- for whatever reason- had a yellow chick on his head. It was unusual and unique- your favorite things- so you happened to notice that it was only on his head during passing periods and lunch times. You tended to observe things, to sit back and take everything in. And your favorite things were as if they were bolded or outlined, they stood out to you, so your eyes were naturally drawn to them. Like Gilbert's bird.
As for Gilbert himself, you were not amused. Sometimes you'd see him in the hallway, being loud, obnoxious, and egotistical per usual while his friends attempted to be supportive of him, but you can tell that they're dying on the inside.
     'Why ARE they his friends, anyway?' you critically wondered as your eyes, half-lidded and bored, settled on the German teen.
     You knew that at one point in his high school career, he had over 15 affairs in a single month. He gained a bad reputation, but nowadays most of the school ignored or avoided him or gave him a sarcastic attitude instead of outright hating him. The affairs happened a couple years ago, but he still left a bad taste in many peoples' mouths.
     You couldn't understand why a guy would do that. You couldn't understand how he could be so cruel to those girls; you certainly could never deliberately hurt or break someone's heart the way he did, not fifteen times. Albeit, it wasn't the same person, but still! Over fifteen hearts were shattered by that jerk. Then again, he wasn't the smartest or nicest guy out there, so it could have been potentially easy to see through whatever lies he may have told. And then again, he tended to date- and cheat on- the less intelligent and more trusting, desperate girls. But still.
     'He's also downright rude towards people sometimes, too.' you continued thinking, 'Now that I think about it, he's absolutely NOTHING like his younger, more quiet and cleaned-up brother, Ludwig.' How he turned out so well, nobody knew, and nobody would probably every know. His grades were spectacular- he ALWAYS had his homework done and got the highest test scores in your Algebra class-, he didn't dress like a punkish scene kid like Gilbert- although, you had to admit, you actually liked that style quite a bit, even before you first knew of Gilbert-, and he was always so polite and careful, yet stoic and strong.
     'I wonder if Prussia's friends get along with Ludwig.' You continued thinking, 'Like if they go to Gilbert's house and talk to him... I wonder if they like Ludwig better secretly? Oh, that'd make an interesting drama-story if Gilbert found out. But he'd probably make things worse instead of solving anything. He'd completely fuck it up with his large ego!'
     You smirked and laughed a little at the thought, only to realize that Gilbert had started to return your gaze a while ago. He smiled and winked in response to you smirking and what he probably thought was flirty giggling.
     Your thoughts froze in their tracks, and your eyes widened in horror. "Oh... SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT." You cussed under your breath.
     'What did I just do, what did I just do, WHAT DID I JUST FUCKING DO?' That was all that you could comprehend for the moment as you looked away in horror. You tried to re-focus your thoughts from becoming a run-away train-crash and stared out a random window to try to get your face from becoming any redder.
     "[Your naaaaame]~" A voice pulled you away from your disorganized thoughts. "What's wrong~? Your face... it's all red~..." Heracles Karpusi, your pureblooded-Greek friend who was sitting in front of you, tilted his head and opened his half-lidded eyes just a little more. Extremely laid back, Hera- that was the nickname you and your friends gave him- was the type that would sleep until 2pm on all weekends and fall asleep multiple times in class without regret. Relaxed was nearly his middle name, in fact you and your friends almost started calling him that, but you decided that Hera was cooler, and closer to his actual name.
     "Yeah, and you've been staring at Antonio and his friends for quite a while!" another voice rang out; Crete, your best friend, was sitting on Hera's right; technically your left. (DESCRIBE CRETE MOAR WHEN MOAR INFO IS LEARNED GAHHHH GIANA GIVE ME HER BIO)
     Crete chuckled, "Ooooh~, so you like Antonio, eh? He IS pretty hot. Hmmm~ [your name] and Antonio~!"
     "W-wha, ah, I-I don't! I wasn't even staring at HIM, anyway!" you somehow managed to stutter out, desperate for excuses.
     "Eeeeeeeeh?!? You like Francis?!? [Your name], I didn't know you liked that type of guy!" Crete teased.
     "No! Oh god, no, not him." You covered your face with your hands. The thought of you being with Francis disgusted you. Francis constantly hit on girls, made sexual innuendoes at EVERYTHING, and even rumored- not that you'd personally know- to have one night stands all the time. Why would somebody... well, go and have sex with multiple people that often? You, being a virgin and forever-alone, and proud, couldn't begin to even understand him.
     In fact, Antonio was actually the only decent guy in the group that you'd possibly be able to understand, but he was way out of your league. And rumored to already have a boyfriend in denial- a tsundere, Hera's Japanese friend and local anime-expert, Kiku, called him.
     Plus, you'd have to deal with his associates. Just the idea made you sick to your stomach- something told you that they'd ALL sexually harass or creep on you constantly if you got close to him. Or any of them, for that matter.
     But then, you realized that there was only one left. You soon realized this, and tried to correct yourself, but it was too late. "Ah-, I mean-"
     "GILBERT?!?" Crete exclaimed, nearly doing a spit-take with her juice, "Really!?? No way... Seriously? YOU HAVE A THING FOR-"
     In desperate hopes to prevent your situation from getting any worse, you swiftly reached across the table and covered Crete's mouth with both of your hands, and said as loud as you could, "Shut up! As if I'd have a thing for him!"
     You quickly glanced over at Gilbert's table, in hopes that he had heard you, but he was babbling about something to his friends, over-using the word "awesome", like usual, looking over-confident. Not paying attention. Probably going on about what just happened. Francis turned around slightly, glancing your way without the other two noticing, and raised an eyebrow at you, smirking. You gave him the dirtiest look you could manage. Being a complete softie, this was extremely difficult.
     "Ugggghhhh..." you settled into your seat and face-palmed."Damn it..."
     "Uhmm..." a shy, quiet voice from your left spoke out, "I-It's ok..."
     You turned, and realized that it was your friend, Mathieu, who had spoken up. Sometimes it was hard to remember that he was even there; he was so quiet. Somehow, he was related to Francis, but besides their similarly wavy, blonde hair, they were nothing alike. Mathieu wore glasses and was shy, reserved, and a little bit innocent. Francis had a somewhat of a goatee, was a flirt, and completely perverted. Complete opposites. Probably the reason why they were friendly towards each other, but not close. It was a fake-ish friendliness that one sometimes sees in families. Just not in the same league, I guess.
     "I still think of you the same..." Mathieu continued- awkwardly putting a hand on your shoulder-, trying to be comforting, "You're... you're still the same person to me, I mean."
     "Ah, thanks Mattie, but I don't like him. I'm serious," you explained as he awkwardly removed his hand, "He's not my type. At all."
     "Then how come you were staring at him for nearly five whole minutes without stopping, hmmmm?" Crete devilishly smirked. She was not going to give up on this.
     "AAAUUUGH." you exclaimed while lightly slamming your hand- which was previously covering your mouth- on the table, extremely frustrated by Crete's persistence. "I'm telling you. I don't like him. I was just wondering how his friends can stand him. Or at least Antonio. He seems like the only one with at least half a brain. Anyway, I was wondering things like why do they tolerate him? HOW do they tolerate him? What do they think of his younger brother? C'mon, you guys know I observe things and people all the time. You guys know I like psychology and analyzing social interaction and the like."
     "Fine, fine." Crete sighed, giving up for now. "But just know that no matter who you decide you love, don't worry! Me, Hera, and Mattie will still always like you!"
     "I assure you," you began, "I will never LOVE any of those three."
     Crete turned to Hera and started harassing him about who he liked. You sighed, and decided to go over what just happened, and try to find a way to deal with it.
     'Oh godddd... I've just socially screwed myself.' your hand supported the weight of your thoughts at your forehead, 'What if he starts saying shit? I trust my friends, even Crete won't say anything but... Gilbert can be  such an ass! What if he starts hitting on me? NOBODY talks to him anymore! AND FOR GOOD REASONS. What do I do, what do I do? Just observing has NEVER gotten me in trouble before! The silent ones are always ignored! Why, oh WHY did he just have to look at me at that precise momen-'
     Your thoughts were cut off by the feeling of someone plopping down next to you, an arm snaking around your shoulders, and you getting pulled into a warm, one-sided embrace.
One-sided in more ways than one.
     "Hello, frau!" A male's voice with a thick German accent addressed you. You looked up in horror; who you saw was exactly what you were afraid of. Gilbert gave his ever-famous cocky smile of his, and pulled you a little closer as he brought his face closer to yours, raising an eyebrow "I saw you staring at me, you interested?"
He pulled away his face a little and glanced at Crete. "If so, zhere's more zhan enough Gilbert to go around!" He then winked at Crete, who proceeded to roll her eyes and give him a disgusted look.
     Why did that irritate you? It's not like you had feelings for him, but it still... somehow... felt very wrong.
     He turned his attention back to you without even flinching at Crete's response. Your irritation grew. "Vell, vhat about it, frau?" his crimson eyes probed yours as his cocky smirk grew.
     "Ugh... No. Thanks." You scoffed, disgusted by his overbearing ego. Thinking it was okay to get all up in your face like that after- no, BEFORE even formerly meeting you! How arrogant! Though you have to admit, being touched affectionately by a guy shaked you a little; it was a completely new experience, never having a boyfriend before. Your furiously blushing face and elevated heart beat was pure proof. A small part of your curiosity wanted his arm to stay, and maybe pull you even closer, but reason and logic completely overided and blocked this small sensation.
     "And stop calling me that; I have no clue what it means." You pinched his arm as if it were a piece of trash, and dragged away from your shoulders.
     "Eehh?!? Vhat's your problem? Are you bipolar or somezhing?" Gilbert exclaimed, crossing his arms and looking- surprisingly- pretty offended, while the little, yellow bird on his head attempted to mock his actions.
     You gritted your teeth, trying to stifle a small laugh, sighed, and pinched the bridge of your nose. You glanced to Crete and Hera to see if they'd help, but Hera had fallen back asleep and Crete was smiling evilly and lapping up the whole situation.
     "I don't know what YOU saw," you began, carefully wording what you said so the whole situation would end simply, "but I was laughing AT you. Your bird is quite... unusual. I wasn't flirting or trying to do so. I'm sorry if you took offense." The last part you almost muttered sarcastically, and rolled your eyes.
     Gilbert instantly put his hands on his hips and smirked. "Oh, I get it! You're playing hard to get!" He stood up and pat your head, "You are so on!"
     Your eyes widened in horror almost as much as your face was red as you realized how royally screwed you were. All you could manage now was almost whispering meekly, "H-hey, don't touch me! A-and that's not what I meant!"
     "Kesesese, you're so cute!" He then turned around, raised his arms into a victory-like stance, and shouted, "Challenge accepted!"
     He then walked away, leaving you to do the hardest face-palm yet.
What the fuck just happened?
So, this is my first attempt at REAL fanfiction. Please don't judge too harshly, but I did try my best. I poured a lot of my heart and soul into this, but I'm not sure if it's actually any good.
I still need to edit it a bit...
Not sure if I should continue. I have the whole plot basically planned already, though. Yes, the title does have significant and relevant meaning.

I based "you" a little bit off of myself, but not too much. I changed up a lot of things. I'm sorry if "you" is nothing like the real you.

For me, it's a head cannon that prussia dresses like that and is quite familiar with the Internet and memes and the like, since he technically has his own blog.
Meme used- "Challenge accepted!"
Yeah. He MIGHT use more in the future. Depends how people react to this.

How am I pacing this so far?

Next- Maybe coming soon if people ask

Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz.
Crete is :iconrawrmcwafflez:'s OC

EDIT: I formatted it! It looks pretty now! I just need :iconrawrmcwafflez: to give me Crete's bio. OTL
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MEG4LOVANIA's avatar
But.. but... more!
Love it.
Forgot to say the reader belongs to Prussia.