Prussia x Reader - Being Alone Is So Much Fun (RQ)

Note: This story is fairly long, don't say I didn't warn you.

Third Person P.O.V.

"Why do you even follow me to the meetings, Prussia?" Germany asks, sighing.

"Aw, come on West! I just want to visit my brother and friends!" Prussia replies, smirking as his bird on his head chirps.

"You're not even a country anymore!" Germany argues.

"I'm so awesome that even though I'm not a country, I'm still around," he points out, smiling. Germany sighs, rolling his eyes.

"Whatever, Prussia..." The two brothers continue to argue their way to the World Meeting. A normal day for the pair as they both go together. But. . . things can't stay the same forever.

 

Prussia's P.O.V.

 

"There's nothing to do at the meeting, Prussia. We rarely even get anything done! All that happens is I yell, the others fight, and Italy exclaims pasta now and then. There's nothing special about that," West says to me. I show a small smile, waving him off.

"I suppose. . . . It makes me feel happier, though. Something that I know won't change," I reply, petting Gilbird, who's on my head. Happy that I still have my fluffy friend, we continue to walk.

"Prussia," Germany says.

"Yeah, West?" I ask.

"Are you okay?" he asks. I pause. Am I okay? Am I okay with the fact that I'm still allowed to live while the people I knew and fought with are dead? There are people who are descendants, but it's never the same. . . . Is it okay that while I should have dissolved, I'm still around? I look up at my brother, and show him a fake smirk so he doesn't have to worry about his stupid older brother.

"I'm totally fine! I'm still awesome, aren't I?" I say, laughing to prove my point. Maybe if I tell myself that enough, I'll believe it myself.

 

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"Being alone is so much fun..." I mumble to myself, Gilbird on my shoulder. He chirps in response as I walk along a path surrounded by trees, wasting time since the meeting is over. Antonio and Francis are busy with their countries, so I have to wait for them. . .

"It is, isn't it?" a female voice says behind me. I turn around, and see a smiling girl with hair blowing in the breeze and bright eyes. I smirk as she walks up to me.

"Of course it is, I'm too awesome to be sad!" I exclaim, laughing. Looking up at me, she still has her smile.

"While being alone is great, can I. . . walk with you?" she asks. I blink, not really believing her.

"You barely know me, why walk with me?" I ask, tilting my head. She just laughs.

"It looks like we both need a friend," she replies. I blink again, but then I let a small smile slip at her.

"I guess we do," I say. Gilbird starts chirping in joy, happy to see a new face. I pick him up from my head, and she catches up to me.

"What's your name?" she asks. I open my mouth to speak, but then realize I can't tell her who I really am. I can tell her my human name, but I don't think she can ever know that I represented Prussia, which is now gone from existence.

"I am the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt! What about you?" I say as we both walk together.

"____ ____. Nice to meet you, Gilbert," she says, laughing again.

"Well ____, would you like to pet my awesome friend?" I ask, smirking. She looks at Gilbird, and softly pets him on the head.

"It's so cute. . ." she mumbles.

"His name is, of course, Gilbird!" I exclaim, and Gilbird chirps happily.

"From what I can gather, I can tell that you love the word awesome, and you think of yourself as awesome," she says. I pause for a moment, then look at her with a smile.

"Do you think I'm awesome?" I ask. She looks up at me, and her bright eyes look into my red ones.

"Yeah, I think you're pretty awesome," she says, and I know she means it.

"You seem pretty awesome as well, my new friend. Not as awesome as me, of course, but still awesome," I say, grinning.

"I feel honored that you'd say that to me," she says, half-joking.

"You should be," I say, laughing my awesome laugh. She laughs in return, and we continue to walk along the path.

"I love the trees here. The wildlife and trees are so beautiful I could live in a place like this forever. . ." she mumbles to me.

"They're pretty cool, I guess," I say, smirking.

"You're just saying that because your pride is getting in the way," _____ teases, laughing.

"I am not!" I reply, hands on my hips. She just laughs, and I can't help but smile too. The leaves fall as we continue on, and I hope that we can stay like this, just a little bit longer.

 

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"She's so awesome, and we're going to talk again tomorrow!" I tell my best friends, Spain and France.

"She seems wonderful, my friend, but. . . I advise you. Don't fall in love with her," France says, with a sad smile.

"I know, I know, but I want to be friends with her! With her, I can do something while you guys are off busy!" I say, smiling.

"You shouldn't get close to her at all. . . . There's a reason why Countries and people don't mix. . ." Spain says, looking down.

"But-"

"Do you remember Joan of Arc, Prussia?" France asks, cutting me off.

"Uh. . . . You used to talk about her, so yeah," I say. His smile is still there, but I know it's half-hearted.

"She was. . . she was my love. I loved her. Her life got cut short, and was burned at the stake. I. . . still love her. Sometimes, I swear I can hear her voice, reminding me to take better care of myself. While she's gone, I'm still here, trapped. Trapped without a way out to her. Don't be like me, Prussia. The most painful thing in love is to see them in pain, or see them die, knowing you can't do anything," France says, and he has a far away gaze. Spain and I both place a hand on his shoulder, in hopes of comforting our friend.

"Hey, you shouldn't be so hung up on it. I think that maybe you should find someone new, to stay happy. I know she'd want you to be happy," I say, trying to cheer him up.

"Yeah, France! Besides, you have family and friends, not to mention the memories of her. We'll always be with you, for as long as we can. And you know that's a long time," Spain says, smiling. France smiles back at both of us, his spirits slightly lifted.

"You're both right. Would you both care to help me bother England?" he asks. We all grin.

"Do you really need to ask that? Austria's next!" I exclaim.

"Let's go!" Spain says, and we all run off to find England.

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Germany's P.O.V.

 

I look around, and is stunned by the silence that greets me as I step out of my home.

"Where is he. . . ? Usually, he'd come running towards me ready for the meeting. . ." I mumble to myself.

"Germany, Germany! Hey! Hey can I walk with you and Prussia today?" I turn and see Italy.

"He's not here yet. We're going to be late, let's go ahead. I know he's going to be there," I say, and he nods, following me. I'm worried about my brother. . . . Who knows what he got himself into. I know he's going to be there, though. He wouldn't miss a chance to embarrass me..

"Do you know where he is?" Italy asks, looking up at me.

"Probably at home, lazing off," I answer, sighing.

"If you say so~!" Italy says, trusting my word. I hope Prussia didn't get himself mixed in any trouble. . . . Then again, that's natural for him. Glad that the meeting is hosted at my place this time, Italy and I arrive early. Looking around the hallways, I check if Prussia has come before us. Unlikely, but worth a shot.

"He's not here. . ." I mumble to myself.

"Veh? Germany, are you okay?" Shaking my head to clear my mind, I sigh.

"Yeah, I'm just. . . worried about Prussia. That's all," I reply. Italy smiles like always at me.

"Don't worry about him! He's your older brother, right? So that means he's capable of taking care of himself!" he says in hopes of reassuring me.

"I suppose you're right, but. . . he's always getting into trouble," I say, running a hand through my hair. He just laughs, his optimism brightening the mood.

"It's just the way he is, but he's gotten this far. I know that he's going to be back before you know it!"

"I guess you're right," I say, smiling back at him.

"I like you better when you smile, you're not as scary!" Italy says, smiling. I nod, and we both decide walk into the meeting room to start the conference. Everybody's voices immediately stop, and America breaks the short pause of silence.

"Hey Germany, not with Prussia today?" America's loud voice asks. I shake my head. France and Spain look up at me, tilting their head.

"What do you mean? He's always with you during meetings," Spain mumbles. Then he looks at France, and they seem to understand something.

"What is it, you two?" I ask, as Italy goes to sit in his spot. France shakes his head, but a smile is placed on his face.

"It's not my place to say, but I'm sure he's fine," he answers.

"Come on guys, I'm sure that Prussia's just being lazy or updating that blog of his!" America exclaims, smiling.

"Alright, alright. Let's just start, we can deal with my brother later," I say, and the chaos starts.

 

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Prussia's P.O.V.

 

I stand at our usual spot, waiting for ____. The trees drop leaves as I stand in the center of the path where I first met her. These past months have been amazing with her around, and despite my friends' warnings, I think I'm starting to fall for her. . . She's so beautiful to me, even if others around her and herself don't believe. Her laugh and smile light up my world, and just talking to her warms my heart. A silly grin comes to my face as I think of her. I don't think it's ever possible for her to stay with me, but. . . I'd like to stay with her until she leaves this Earth. Heh, maybe I can finally relate to France. I look at my watch, and see it's taking her a bit longer than usual to appear. . . . What gives?

"She's going to come, right Gilbird?" I ask, looking at my feathered friend. He chirps, as if unsure. Looking up at the sky, hands in my pocket, I nod, saying, "I think so too."

"There you are, Prussia!" Germany says.

"Oh, hey West. . ." I mumble, not sure where my friend is. I stare out to the sky, wondering where she is.

"Prussia, are you okay?" Germany asks, worried for his brother. I look at him with a fake smile.

"Yeah, I am. I'm just. . . waiting for someone special." Germany sighs, running a hand through his slicked back hair.

"I was worried today, you didn't come to the meeting. In fact, you haven't been coming at all lately," Germany says.

"Hey, don't worry about me. I'm your big brother, I should be worrying about you!" I say, trying to reassure him. He shakes his head.

"You should, but so should I," Germany replies. I laugh.

"Well yeah, but you're younger than me!" I exclaim, "Even if we don't look it, you're younger!"

"Is there something wrong, Prussia?" my brother asks, as if seeing through my facade.

"You know me so well, don't you West?" I ask. He's growing up so fast. . .

"I do, but there are things I don't know. Like now. What's going on?" he asks, crossing his arms across his chest. I look to the sky and sigh.

"Like I said, I'm waiting for someone special," I say. A smile comes to my face as I think of the wonderful girl named _____ who may or may not have stolen my heart.

". . . Prussia."

"Yes?"

". . . Did you fall in love?" Germany's quiet voice says. I look to my brother, who's expression I can't read. Concern? Fear?

"I don't know, my dear brother. I don't know," I say, completely honest.

"Well then. . . I hope you make a good decision. Stay with her while she's still here," Germany says, walking away, his back to me.

"W-wait, what do you mean?" I ask, eyes widening. His head turns to look at me, and my red eyes meet blue ones.

"She's a regular girl, isn't she? Though you may stay, that doesn't mean she can." Then Germany continues going down his path leaving my sight. I look down, closing my eyes. Gilbird chirps on my shoulder, rubbing his feathers against my cheek.

"He's right, Gilbird... I can't stay with her, huh?" I ask my little bird. He chirps, as if sad. I lift my head and look to my bird. "We should. . . go. I don't think we should stay. . . and get closer to her. She'd be better off with someone else, who's like her. Shame, too. . . . She would have made an awesome girlfriend, huh?" I ask, a sad smile coming to my face. Gilbird nuzzles my cheek again, and I walk away from our meeting spot, hands in my pockets.

"Gilbert! Hey! I'm sorry I was late!" _____'s voice says, cheerful as ever. My head immediately rises, and I try not to show my sadness.

"Hey. . ." I say quietly, not looking at her.

"Gilbert what's wrong?"

"I. . . don't think we should talk anymore. You were awesome, I'll admit, but I need to go."

"W-what do you mean? Are you moving? Are you leaving?" her sad, quiet voice says to me. Trying to keep my emotions under control, I gather the courage to talk to her without making my voice waver.

"Being alone is so fun, isn't it?" I ask softly.

"I. . . it can be. . ." I turn to _____ with a fake smile on my face.

"Then I'll be alone again. And so will you," I say. Her face turns from sadness into disbelief. I turn around, and continue to walk alone.

"N-no! Being alone is great, but you need friends too! You can't go alone all your life! What if you need someone, but they're not there?! What if you want someone to talk to, but all you find is air?! What if. . . what if you've been alone all your life, and finally find someone's shoulder to cry on. . . but they leave you. . . ?" she says. I stop, stunned by her outburst. I turn to her, and find that her face is streaked with tears.

"Then. . . you find someone else," I say, trying not to rush to her and wipe the tears off of her cheek.

"But I don't want anyone else. . . I want you. . ." she whispers.

"Why me? I'm just a random stranger you met by chance," I say, laughing, but no spirit is in it.

"You're not a stranger to me anymore. . . . You're my friend." My eyes widen. A friend. This is so much harder than I could have ever imagined. . . I look down, my bangs covering my face.

"While you consider me a friend, I don't return the feelings," I say, lying to her. Running away, I leave the sad girl. This is for the best. I can't stay with a girl like her.

'There's a reason is why countries and humans don't mix,' Spain's voice echoes in my head. I hear sobbing behind me, but I try to ignore it and leave this memory behind.

 

Reader's P.O.V.'

 

I watch his back to me, his figure retreating farther and farther from the pathway. Suddenly the trees aren't as beautiful as before. Suddenly I don't want to stay standing here. Suddenly. . . my heart breaks into two as the man I've grown to love leaves me. I fall to my knees, tears falling.

"What did I do. . . ? Why did he leave me. . . ? Did I do something wrong for him to hate me? I'm sorry. . ." I mumble, hands covering my face. Looking down the path, I see the part that stretches out into the forest unknown. I never did want to travel there, because while nature is lovely, it can also be dangerous. Would I even survive there? Could I use the few camping skills I have to live? I've always been alone, what's the difference now? Getting up and wiping the tears from my red eyes, I slowly walk towards the second path. What will be waiting for me there, I have no idea. I suppose it's better if I just stayed alone. . . After all, the only person left who I considered a friend left me with harsh words. . . I stop at the entrance. It's better than suicide. Taking a deep breath, I place my hands in the pockets of my jacket. Entering the unknown trail before me, I don't look back.

 

 

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Prussia's P.O.V.

 

Despite my attempts, I can't get her out of my mind. I find myself daydreaming about her, and she even appears in my dreams. I always wish I can take what I said back, but I know it's better this way. It is, isn't it? I never should've gotten close to her, because it ended up hurting us both. In a way. . . I'm glad that I met her, but I also regret it. She changed me, had me seeing the world in a different light. I wish I never met her, though, because this pain is unbearable. . . Gilbird chirps sadly, as if sensing my jumbled thoughts. Sitting with my close friends, France and Spain, I sigh. What do I do now?

"So you left her just like that, Prussia?" France asks me. I look at him, a sad smile on my face.

"I did." He looks down, golden locks covering his face. I notice he's shaking ever so slightly, and his voice is low, angry, even.

". . . You're an idiot, you know that?" he tells me.

"What?"

"He's right," Spain says, leaning against the doorframe, sighing.

"You don't just leave her like that! What were you thinking?!" France yells at me. I flinch at his tone, and quietly say,

"I-I thought it'd be better for both of us if I left..." France runs a hand through his hair, and Spain shakes his head.

"Look Prussia, if there's one thing I regret in life is that I didn't spend enough time with the girl I loved. Sure she was human, but she was my friend! My love! I wish I had made more memories with her! I miss her, I really do, but at least I have memories of her that I can always smile back on. You broke her heart, where you could have stayed with her and eased the pain on both of you!" France says, looking up at me, tears falling down his face. My eyes widen at his words.

"You... you're right. God, I need to find her. I need to tell her that I'm sorry," I mumble.

"Then we're going with you," Spain says, walking to me.

"You're an idiot sometimes, Gil. But you know what? We are too," France says, standing on the other side of me. I smile at the two, grateful for all they do for me.

"Thank you guys. . . . thank you so much."

"Just hope it's not too late," Spain says, giving me a smile for support. I nod, and the three of us go out in search for ____, the girl I realize I love. Walking around the town in which I met her at, I ask random people if they've seen her. No luck. I sigh, running a hand through my hair. Gilbird flies around our heads in circles.

"It's no use!" I exclaim.

"Don't give up, we can find her!" Spain says, trying to cheer me up.

"Spain is right. Why don't we relax at a café for a break?" France says, smiling. I nod, saying,

"I remember she told me that she liked a certain café for its drinks and snacks."

"Then let's go!" Spain exclaims. We nod, and enter the place _____ told me about. The three of us sit down at a random open table. A waitress comes to take our order. Once we do, I stop her with a question.

"Hey, um. . . you wouldn't happen to know _____ _____, do you?" I ask, hopeful.

"_____? I haven't seen her in a few days. Strange. . . she looked happier than she had in years," she says.

"What do you mean, happier?" I ask, confused.

"Um, well. She told me that she met a man, and that they became good friends. She would always talk to me about him, and that she was happy that she was able to make a new friend," the girl tells us, a smile on her face. Then her eyes turn into shock as she says, "Oh my, I'm sorry! I must get back to work!" She runs off to continue working, and I look at Spain and France.

"What do you think happened to ____?" I ask.

"What do you mean?" France says.

"She told me that she loved coming here, and that she would try to come every day," I say quietly.

"You don't think something bad happened to her, do you?" Spain asks.

"I hope not. . ." I say. Once we get our food, we eat and then leave. Looking at the sky, we find that it's nighttime. France and Spain sigh.

"We have to go now. Good luck on finding her, my friend," they say. Giving me a smile and thumbs up of encouragement, they walk home to work. Gilbird chirps as if encouraging me as well. Placing my hands in my jacket's pockets, I look to the floor and find a can. Kicking it, I continue home myself, which is with Germany. When I reach my destination, I find Germany cleaning up after Italy as he cooks pasta in the kitchen. Now and then Italy glances at Germany, as if wondering what he's doing. I smile at the two, then retreat to my bedroom. I see Gilbird fly into his cage for a night's rest. I flop down on my bed and then stare up at the ceiling. Facepalming, I mumble,

"I'm such an idiot. . ."

"You are, Prussia," a voice says. Sitting up, I see my younger brother standing there, arms crossed. Behind him is Italy, who just stands there, unsure of what's happening. Smiling, I ask,

"So you know?"

"Spain and France told me. Let me ask you, are you happy with your decision?" he says.

"Not at all," I reply, shaking my head.

"What happened, Germany?" Italy asks, looking up at him. Germany sighs, probably at how idiotic I am. Then something clicks in my mind. _____'s been missing for a few days. Where has she gone? Is she even safe? There's only one way to find out. . . Standing up, I look ahead of me, where Germany and Italy are standing in front of the door.

Third-Person P.O.V.

 

Prussia walks forward, and out of the door. Germany looks at his brother, not knowing what he could do at this hour.

"Where are you going, Prussia?" Germany demands. Prussia looks back at his younger brother, a fire of determination in his eyes.

"I'm going to find her. And you can't stop me," he answers. Running off, Prussia leaves Germany and Italy behind.

"Is he in love?" Italy asks.

"From the looks of it, yes," Germany responds.

Italy looks up at his German friend, and smiles, saying, "He must care about her a lot, then.

"He does. . . . I just hope he chose the right thing."

"Does he even know where she is?" Italy asks.

"I don't think he does," Germany says, looking down at the Italian.

"Then good luck to him." The blond nods, looking out the window. Spotting a quickly disappearing shadow, a small smile grows on his face.

"But you know, maybe things will turn out well." Italy looks out of the window, and into the dark sky, the stars overhead. A smile appears on the Italian as well, and they both silently cheer the Prussian on.

Running through the night, Prussia doesn't know where he's going, or where he should go. Trusting his feet and instinct, he runs and runs, adrenaline coursing through his veins.

'I'll find her. I'll apologize, and explain. I'll tell her everything. I don't care if it's wrong, I've already messed up, I don't want to ruin my second chance. . . if I have one,' he thinks to himself, finding himself in the path he first met _____. The girl that changed his life. Unsure of why he brought himself here, he looks around. Did he go to the wrong place? This place is special, but why look here?

"I love the trees here. The wildlife and trees are so beautiful I could live in a place like this forever. . ." _____'s voice echoes through his mind. His eyes widen, and he looks forward. Finding a separate path, he wonders what's beyond there. She couldn't possibly go there without telling anyone, could she?

'But she did say once that she loved nature, and wished to live in a place like it forever. It's always possible. . .' Prussia looks at the lonely path before him, and he finally decides to venture in, despite the darkness. As he travels further along the path, he finds flowers, and trees. Calls of owls echo throughout, and Prussia can't help but feel. . . calm here. Even though he'd never choose to live here, it'd be a nice place to clear his head. All he has to do now is hope she's here, and that she's safe.

 

Prussia's P.O.V.

 

Stepping on old, dead leaves as I walk, I can't help but wonder if ____ is here. Is she alright? I'm the reason she came here, and I need to find her. If she'd even accept my apology, or if I can explain myself, though. . . that's another problem altogether. I'll cross that bridge when I get there. I keep walking along the path, unsure of where I'm going. Eventually, the path ends, and I find myself looking over a cliff. The lights from the town I'm staying at are small compared to the shine of the stars, and the height of where I'm standing. A lone tree sits in the center of it all, branches wide and outstretching, but holding only a few leaves due to the cold winter. I walk to it, and then sit down against the tree.

"It's no use, I'll never find her. . ." I mumble quietly to myself. I'm so tired. . . Maybe I can rest for a bit, and sort my mind out tomorrow. Closing my eyes, I start to drift off into sleep.

"Don't go. . . please don't go. . ." a soft voice whispers, a hint of desperation in it. My eyes open immediately, scanning the area. Who is that?

"Is anyone there?" I ask, still tired.

"What did I do. . . ? Was I a bad friend. . . ? I guess. . . it's true. . ." the voice says again. It sounds like it's coming from behind me. I reluctantly get up, my body wanting to sleep. I walk around the tree, and find. . . _____ asleep against the tree. Tears fall from her face, probably from a bad dream. Her hair looks messy, but still slightly brushed as if she only used her hands. Her clothes are covered in dirt, and I notice she looks a bit skinnier than I last saw her. I shouldn't wake her, but. . . I want to comfort her. Crouching down to her face, I gently wipe the tears from her face. She tenses up for a second, but then relaxes again. Looking at her again, I see that she's slightly shivering. That jacket she's wearing can't be enough warmth. Sighing quietly, I unzip my jacket and then wrap half around her so we can both stay warm. After a moment, I feel her head on my shoulder, as if unconsciously cuddling for warmth. I feel heat on my cheeks, thankful that she's asleep. Wrapping an arm around her, I look at her peaceful face that had stopped crying. Her lips curve into a small smile, and I can't help but smile too, even though she can't see. I close my eyes, falling asleep with ____ next to me.

 

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"G-Gilbert?!" a voice exclaims, shocking me out of my sleep. My eyes open, and I turn to see _____, her face red.

"It's so not awesome to wake me up this early in the morning," I tease, a small smile on my face.

"What are you doing. . . ?" she asks, looking up at me, a tint of red still on her cheeks. My smile disappears and I sigh.

"It was also not awesome of me to say those things to you. I didn't mean it, I swear. I have my reasons for it, but. . . I'll tell you someday, alright?" I say. She pouts, but I can tell it's just for fun.

"You'd better tell me soon," she teases. Then her face turns into sadness, her normally bright eyes dull. "But I still can't just forgive you right away..." she whispers. I pull her close to me in a tight hug.

"I'm sorry. . ." I mumble to her.

"Okay! Just don't kill me!" she exclaims, laughing. "Make it up to me later, alright?" she says, looking up at me. I loosen the hug, and find that her eyes are now bright, and happiness is behind them again.

"Let's go back, okay?" I say, smiling. She shakes her head.

"Look, the sunrise," she says, pointing forward. I look, and my eyes widen. A beautiful crimson sky is before us, signaling the start of the day. I smile, and hold her hand.

"It's beautiful. . ."

 

 

Extra:

 

"Thank you, Gilbert..." she whispers to me, placing her head on my shoulder.

"You're welcome." I treasure this moment I have with her, because I know that she won't stay forever. It makes it even more important that I keep her while she's here, because while I stay, I can always have these memories. When she passes on, and I stay on this earth, I can think about these moments I stayed with her, and how happy I was. I think this is how France is, and how he feels about Joan of Arc. Maybe I too can imagine she's right there next to me, watching over me with Old Man Fritz. I'll keep my little secret a bit longer, maybe until tomorrow. I just want to be with ______ for as long as I can. I feel a finger poke my cheek.

"Hey dude, you okay?" she asks me. I grin and smile back, saying,

"Never been better." Being alone is so much fun, but it pays to have a friend too.