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Oh boy, you already knew that emotions were confusing but this was just ridiculous.

I mean, come on.

Who even thought it was a good idea to have a crush on someone?!

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*~Story time: Flashback~*

Freshman year in High school. You’ve never had a boyfriend before and you’ve never actually been in love before. Besides- no boy seemed to have a crush on you anyways, they weren’t really interested in you. And you weren’t interested in them.

That was until you met him.

Arthur Kirkland.

Arthur was sweet, charming and handsome, but could be really hot-headed and short-tempered. Arthur wasn’t a genius in school, but he was average. He played guitar in a band with his cousin Alfred and some of his other friends. Moreover he was pretty good at soccer (or football like he used to call it). His messy blond hair covered part of his bushy eyebrows, but they were still pretty evident. Yet what really caught your eyes weren’t his prominent eyebrows, but his beaming emerald-green eyes. They were kind and genuine and you loved losing yourself in their depths.

Maybe you were a bit oblivious and naïve, but you didn’t realize that he liked you. And you were even more oblivious to the fact that you liked him as well. So you fooled yourself and pretended to be nothing more than good friends. Even as one of your closer friends tried to talk to you about your relationship to him, asking you if you had a crush on him you replied, “Nah, we’re just friends. I could never like him that way!” Even after she told that he had a crush on you, you denied it.

You managed to deny that until two years later.

That was when you finally realized your crush on Arthur.

It was some kind of ‘on-and-off-crush’; one time you thought you were over him, the next day you realized you weren’t and so on.

But two weeks ago you eventually realized that you still had a crush on him. You glanced at him every now and then to see where he was looking. You wanted to catch those mesmerizing green orbs looking at you, connecting with yours. You wanted to hear his laughter and see his stunning smile. You wanted to ruffle through his shaggy blond hair and earn a scowl from him because of your action. You wanted to hear his kind of strange taste in music again, that didn’t quite fit yours. You wanted to laugh about his jokes and have tickle-fights with him, which made you both laugh so hard that you thought you couldn’t breathe anymore. You just wanted his attention again.

But guess what?

He didn’t have a crush on you anymore.

It didn’t really help that you discovered Ed Sheeran around this time either.

You felt like maybe you could get him to like you again. Spending more time with him, being with him, joking with him, talking about music with him. You two were still friends, but not as close as two years ago. So you somehow had to get close to him again. You just wanted to be near him, so maybe he could realize that he still had feelings for you, because you were one hundred percent sure that you had a legit crush on him.

But you didn’t expect what happened next.

One day you logged onto Facebook to see what happened at the weekend.

On this very particular you decided to look what Arthur had been doing.

And what do you see?

“Arthur Kirkland went from being ‘single’ to ‘being in a relationship’.” It said on his page.
…

So what would a teenage girl normally do? Cry over the fact that her love interest found another person that loves him? Be upset because the slight possibility that he liked her back is now crushed? Be angry because-…Because…

But that’s exactly it. Why would she be angry? He was never hers to begin with. So a teenage girl would be devastated and depressed, feeling betrayed and heartbroken, crying over her love interest but still thinking about a revenge strategy in the back of her head. And of course, as a teenage girl, who is trying to get over her broken heart, she needed to get some ice cream, chocolate and some romance movies to soothe her pain.
…

But that’s where your confusion starts. Because the thing is- as soon as you saw that activity on his page you started chuckling. You didn’t feel any pain. Did you really have a crush on Arthur?

A smile formed on your lips as you chuckled to yourself.

“I guess I just knew it.” You thought, smirking.

You were kind of happy for Arthur. Sure, you were a bit disappointed, but you couldn’t get yourself to hate Arthur or his new girlfriend.

Was there something wrong with you?

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You decided that it was time to enjoy the warm, comforting spring sun. A week had passed since you saw that Arthur had a girlfriend and you still didn’t feel anything. Was there something wrong with you? Shouldn’t you at least be a bit more disappointed that he chose someone else over you?

“I think I’ll just go for a walk and get some fresh air to lighten my thoughts up.” You thought as you slipped into your (f/c) sneakers. You left a note on the kitchen counter, saying that you went into the forest and that you would be back soon.

There was a small forest near your home and it was one of absolute favorite places on Earth. As a child you would always go there and look for squirrels, collect beautiful flowers and imagine adventures with fantasy creatures. Now, years later, you loved going there because it was quiet, but not completely silent. Sometimes you would climb one of the trees to get a better view of this beautiful scenery. It was just the perfect spot for daydreaming and thinking.

Time to sort your feelings out. You sat down on a big trunk, and turned your head to look at the clouds, trying to find figures or animals in them.

Suddenly you heard some leaves rustling and turned to see what it was when someone shouted,

“Hey, vatch out!”

But it was too late, the ball was already coming up to your face and you couldn’t duck anymore. It hit you square in the face and you fell off your trunk, hitting your head on the ground.

“…Oww…Ugh..” You groaned as you tried to sit up

“Whoa…Hey Frau, are you okay? I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to hit you viz my ball. Zat was really unawesome of me.” Someone started talking to you in a thick German accent but you couldn’t make out the face of your ‘assailant’ just yet. You groaned again but finally managed to sit up, still feeling dizzy.

Still not being able to see clearly you used one of your hands to feel where the other person was. Your hand found something soft but you weren’t sure what it was, it could be-

“Uh, yes Frau, zat is my awesome face. Could be please stop touching it now?” He cleared his throat.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were this close!” You replied, blinking repeatedly to clear your vision.

Finally your blurred vision cleared again and you were able to look into the other person’s eyes.

Fascinating, deep red eyes stared back into your widening (e/c) ones, still looking a bit worried but regaining their confidence. Pale skin and light hair, almost silvery white, glowing in the afternoon sun. And a cocky smile on thin lips. You felt a blush creep up your face as you were looking at him. The red rubies were now sparkling and beaming with joy and his light eye brows were raised a bit.

“Like vhat you see, Frau?” He teased you, sticking his tongue out.

“I-I wasn’t…I just…” You couldn’t even explain what you were doing without admitting that you were checking him out. Your blush deepened as you rubbed the back of your head, avoiding his intense gaze.

He started laughing an obnoxiously loud laugh “Kesesesese! Ja frau, I always have zis effect on women!” He continued laughing and stood up.

“Come on stand up and help me find my ball….Uh, by the way, vhat’s your name? I don’t want to call you frau ze whole time.” He inquired, furrowing his eye brows a bit.

“It’s ______. _______ _________. And you are?” You answered his question smiling warmly.

“Kesese, nice to meet you _______! My awesome name is Gilbert Beilschmidt!” He snickered, extending his pale hand to shake yours. “So, vill you help me find mein ball?”

“Uh, yeah sure, if you promise that you won’t hit me again?”

“Nooo, I would never hit you intentionally! I solemnly swear by my awesome bird Gilbird!” He vowed.

“Is awesome the only adjective you know?” You had to admit, it was getting kind of annoying.

“Hey frau, don’t be mean! I just like ze word awesome, you know? It fits my personality perfectly.” Gilbert snorted but started grinning again. “You’re feisty, I like that!”

“I’m not usually like that; I think your ball might have caused damages in my brain!” You retorted also grinning.

What was going on? You weren’t usually this outgoing around strangers! But you just felt kind of comfortable around Gilbert.

You looked around, searching for Gilbert’s ball. Why did you even help him find his ball? You had noo idea.

The sun was already starting to set and the sunset cast red and orange light on Gilbert’s silvery hair. You couldn’t help admiring him again. “He is kind of handsome. And he seems really nice and …awesome.”

“Ah! Zhere you are! Come here ball, come to papa!” Gilbert’s enthusiastic shouts interrupted your thoughts. “Look _______, I found mein awesome ball!”

“That’s great Gilbert!” You shouted back, laughing. He was thrilled to bits.

He came running to you, laughing and holding his ball like a trophy over his head. As soon as he was right in front of you he let go of his ball and embraced you in a bear hug, astounding you.

“Give me a hug ______! Thank you so much for helping me find my ball!” Gilbert laughed, burying his nose in your hair. You were sure that your face must have been completely red by now.

“Why were you even playing with that ball out here?” You managed to ask the pale boy, who finally let go of you.

“Vell, me and West were playing football on that hill, and I hit- Oh scheiße…” He mumbled.

“What is it? Who’s West?” You wanted to know. He seemed like he just remembered something important and started running towards the hill.

“Hey! Gilbert! Wait for me!” You screamed, running after him. “Who is West, what’s going on?”

“West is my brother, I completely forgot zhat he’s waiting for me to fetch ze ball!” He shouted running faster until he finally reached the top of the hill. You were surprised by what you saw.

A small house was standing on the hill, about 200 meters away from the edge of the forest. It was surrounded by a small wooden fence and two trees on the left. There were even two goals to play football with, both decorated with a flag. The left goal had a Germany flag on it and the other some kind of black and white flag, but you didn’t know which country it belonged to. Then you noticed someone sitting next to left goal, leaning against the bar. He was tall and muscular, with stern blue eyes and blond hair. Gilbert ran up to him, putting an arm around his broad shoulders.

“______, zhat’s my baby bruder Ludwig, but I call him West. West zhat’s ______, my ball hit her in the face and she helped me get it back!” Gilbert laughed.

“Dummkopf! Zhat’s why I told you to be more careful!” He shouted, smacking Gilbert. Ludwig then turned to you and said, “I’m sorry _______, mein bruder is just an idiot, I hope he didn’t hurt you.”

“No, it’s fine, really. He already apologized and he even helped me get up again.” You said blushing a bit, as you remembered the scene.

“Well then, I guess it’s fine. At least he apologized.” Ludwig gave Gilbert a glare, but the pale boy just pouted.

“Zhat was so unawesome West, why did you have to hit me?”

“Because you are an idiot, zhat’s why. And stop calling me West, verdammt!” Ludwig replied seemingly annoyed. The two boys looked like they were about to start fighting again so you quickly tried to change the subject.

“Well, I guess I have to go now guys. I told my parents I’d be back soon, and the sun is already setting!” You explained, giving them an apologetic smile.

“No, don’t go yet ______! Vhy don’t you stay for dinner? I mean if you want to, zhat is….” Gilbert answered eagerly without realizing what he just offered.

“Well I could ask my mum if it’s okay…” You said, already searching for your phone in your pocket. In the corner of your eye you could see Gilbert smiling and Ludwig giving you a thumbs-up.

Luckily your mother agreed and let you stay a while longer, but she said that one of the guys had to walk you home, since it was starting to get dark already.

“We’ll talk about zhat later, alright?” Ludwig stated, before guiding you into their small but comfortable house.

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“And then I said: ‘Well maybe when you shaved your bushy eye brows, you’d be able to see something!’ and he just gave me a look like this-“. You said laughing, pulling an annoyed face to show Gilbert and Ludwig what you meant.

The three of you immediately got along and you joked around all the time. You were telling them stories about Arthur or ‘Captain Eye Brows’ as Gilbert liked to call him by now. Sure, you were exaggerating a bit, you would never say something like this to Arthur, not even in a situation like this, but it was just for fun, right? You didn’t really harm anyone.

Gilbert and Ludwig seemed to enjoy your stories though, slamming their fists on the table and raising their glasses of beer while laughing out loud. While Gilbert had this obnoxious, somewhat high laugh, Ludwig’s roaring laughter was rare, but deep. You joined their laughter gladly.

But a look at your watch told you that you had to leave now, unfortunately. You really enjoyed talking to the two German brothers- Oh I’m sorry, the German brother and the older, more awesome Prussian brother. That’s what Gilbert told you. You still didn’t quite understand why he would call himself Prussian, since the kingdom had been abolished long before he was born but it was Gilbert you were talking about- He was a bit quirky. But that’s what made him awesome.

“Guys, I really love talking to, but I have to go now. Thanks for having me and thank you for the meal, Ludwig! It was really delicious.” You smiled at the usually stoic German in a friendly way.

“No problem _______! It was nice to meet you, I hope you’ll visit us again?” Ludwig said hopefully.

“Sure, I’d love to! So, bye Gil-“. You wanted to reply but were cut off by a certain Prussian.

“Baby Bruder, I’ll walk _______ home, ja?” Gilbert stated, giving his brother a meaningful look.

“Ja okay, vhatever floats your boat Bruder…” Ludwig waved dismissively, trying to hold back a smirk.

“Come on ______, let’s go.” The pale Prussian took your hand, dragging you out of the house. You waved at Ludwig as you left the house, giving him one last smile.

The two of you walked in silence, because Gilbert seemed to be lost in thought. You were admiring the beautiful night, full moon with many sparkling stars, giving Gilbert’s hair an unnatural silvery glow. His red ruby eyes were also glistening in the moon light, but he avoided your eyes, furrowing his brows, like he was thinking about something serious.

As you led the way to your house, he suddenly cleared his throat as if wanting to tell you something. You stopped and turned to look into those ruby orbs, which had a determined look in them.

“Is there something you wanted to say, Gil?”

“Uh, vell…You know, I…uh….” He seemed to be searching for words to say.

“Hm?”

“Ah, verdammt…” He finally managed to say before stepping closer to you and cupping your face in his hands.

He smashed his lips onto yours, closing his eyes, hoping that you wouldn’t pull away or slap him. But you did neither. You were actually hoping he’d do that, but still blushed like crazy.

His thin lips were soft just like the kiss at first, but soon he wanted more. You put your hands on his chest, while he put his behind your head, running his fingers through your hair. But your kiss didn’t last long, since he soon opened his eyes, releasing you from his firm grip.

“I hope you know zhat you are awesome _______. Almost as awesome as me. And to prove zhat I know other adjectives as well, I can add zhat you are beautiful and funny and amazing and stunning. Zhere you have it.” He said slowly returning to his normal, cocky self.

“Wow Gilbert, I underestimated your language skills, I’m really sorry. Am I forgiven?” You said smiling, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Only if you promise to visit me again. You don’t vant to make an awesome Prussian wait, do you?” Gilbert smirked.

“You’re feisty, I like that.” You retorted, winking at him and sticking your tongue out, before walking up to your house.

“Ich glaube ich liebe dich _______...[1]“. Gilbert mumbled as he watched you walk into your house, waving at him before closing the door.

“See you tomorrow.”

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Yes, emotions are confusing, but at least now you were feeling something pleasant.

Description
Oh boy, you already knew that emotions were confusing but this was just ridiculous.

I mean, come on.

Who even thought it was a good idea to have a crush on someone?!

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*~Story time: Flashback~*

Freshman year in High school. You’ve never had a boyfriend before and you’ve never actually been in love before. Besides- no boy seemed to have a crush on you anyways, they weren’t really interested in you. And you weren’t interested in them.

That was until you met him.

Arthur Kirkland.

Arthur was sweet, charming and handsome, but could be really hot-headed and short-tempered. Arthur wasn’t a genius in school, but he was average. He played guitar in a band with his cousin Alfred and some of his other friends. Moreover he was pretty good at soccer (or football like he used to call it). His messy blond hair covered part of his bushy eyebrows, but they were still pretty evident. Yet what really caught your eyes weren’t his prominent eyebrows, but his beaming emerald-green eyes. They were kind and genuine and you loved losing yourself in their depths.

Maybe you were a bit oblivious and naïve, but you didn’t realize that he liked you. And you were even more oblivious to the fact that you liked him as well. So you fooled yourself and pretended to be nothing more than good friends. Even as one of your closer friends tried to talk to you about your relationship to him, asking you if you had a crush on him you replied, “Nah, we’re just friends. I could never like him that way!” Even after she told that he had a crush on you, you denied it.

You managed to deny that until two years later.

That was when you finally realized your crush on Arthur.

It was some kind of ‘on-and-off-crush’; one time you thought you were over him, the next day you realized you weren’t and so on.

But two weeks ago you eventually realized that you still had a crush on him. You glanced at him every now and then to see where he was looking. You wanted to catch those mesmerizing green orbs looking at you, connecting with yours. You wanted to hear his laughter and see his stunning smile. You wanted to ruffle through his shaggy blond hair and earn a scowl from him because of your action. You wanted to hear his kind of strange taste in music again, that didn’t quite fit yours. You wanted to laugh about his jokes and have tickle-fights with him, which made you both laugh so hard that you thought you couldn’t breathe anymore. You just wanted his attention again.

But guess what?

He didn’t have a crush on you anymore.

It didn’t really help that you discovered Ed Sheeran around this time either.

You felt like maybe you could get him to like you again. Spending more time with him, being with him, joking with him, talking about music with him. You two were still friends, but not as close as two years ago. So you somehow had to get close to him again. You just wanted to be near him, so maybe he could realize that he still had feelings for you, because you were one hundred percent sure that you had a legit crush on him.

But you didn’t expect what happened next.

One day you logged onto Facebook to see what happened at the weekend.

On this very particular you decided to look what Arthur had been doing.

And what do you see?

“Arthur Kirkland went from being ‘single’ to ‘being in a relationship’.” It said on his page.
…

So what would a teenage girl normally do? Cry over the fact that her love interest found another person that loves him? Be upset because the slight possibility that he liked her back is now crushed? Be angry because-…Because…

But that’s exactly it. Why would she be angry? He was never hers to begin with. So a teenage girl would be devastated and depressed, feeling betrayed and heartbroken, crying over her love interest but still thinking about a revenge strategy in the back of her head. And of course, as a teenage girl, who is trying to get over her broken heart, she needed to get some ice cream, chocolate and some romance movies to soothe her pain.
…

But that’s where your confusion starts. Because the thing is- as soon as you saw that activity on his page you started chuckling. You didn’t feel any pain. Did you really have a crush on Arthur?

A smile formed on your lips as you chuckled to yourself.

“I guess I just knew it.” You thought, smirking.

You were kind of happy for Arthur. Sure, you were a bit disappointed, but you couldn’t get yourself to hate Arthur or his new girlfriend.

Was there something wrong with you?

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You decided that it was time to enjoy the warm, comforting spring sun. A week had passed since you saw that Arthur had a girlfriend and you still didn’t feel anything. Was there something wrong with you? Shouldn’t you at least be a bit more disappointed that he chose someone else over you?

“I think I’ll just go for a walk and get some fresh air to lighten my thoughts up.” You thought as you slipped into your (f/c) sneakers. You left a note on the kitchen counter, saying that you went into the forest and that you would be back soon.

There was a small forest near your home and it was one of absolute favorite places on Earth. As a child you would always go there and look for squirrels, collect beautiful flowers and imagine adventures with fantasy creatures. Now, years later, you loved going there because it was quiet, but not completely silent. Sometimes you would climb one of the trees to get a better view of this beautiful scenery. It was just the perfect spot for daydreaming and thinking.

Time to sort your feelings out. You sat down on a big trunk, and turned your head to look at the clouds, trying to find figures or animals in them.

Suddenly you heard some leaves rustling and turned to see what it was when someone shouted,

“Hey, vatch out!”

But it was too late, the ball was already coming up to your face and you couldn’t duck anymore. It hit you square in the face and you fell off your trunk, hitting your head on the ground.

“…Oww…Ugh..” You groaned as you tried to sit up

“Whoa…Hey Frau, are you okay? I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to hit you viz my ball. Zat was really unawesome of me.” Someone started talking to you in a thick German accent but you couldn’t make out the face of your ‘assailant’ just yet. You groaned again but finally managed to sit up, still feeling dizzy.

Still not being able to see clearly you used one of your hands to feel where the other person was. Your hand found something soft but you weren’t sure what it was, it could be-

“Uh, yes Frau, zat is my awesome face. Could be please stop touching it now?” He cleared his throat.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were this close!” You replied, blinking repeatedly to clear your vision.

Finally your blurred vision cleared again and you were able to look into the other person’s eyes.

Fascinating, deep red eyes stared back into your widening (e/c) ones, still looking a bit worried but regaining their confidence. Pale skin and light hair, almost silvery white, glowing in the afternoon sun. And a cocky smile on thin lips. You felt a blush creep up your face as you were looking at him. The red rubies were now sparkling and beaming with joy and his light eye brows were raised a bit.

“Like vhat you see, Frau?” He teased you, sticking his tongue out.

“I-I wasn’t…I just…” You couldn’t even explain what you were doing without admitting that you were checking him out. Your blush deepened as you rubbed the back of your head, avoiding his intense gaze.

He started laughing an obnoxiously loud laugh “Kesesesese! Ja frau, I always have zis effect on women!” He continued laughing and stood up.

“Come on stand up and help me find my ball….Uh, by the way, vhat’s your name? I don’t want to call you frau ze whole time.” He inquired, furrowing his eye brows a bit.

“It’s ______. _______ _________. And you are?” You answered his question smiling warmly.

“Kesese, nice to meet you _______! My awesome name is Gilbert Beilschmidt!” He snickered, extending his pale hand to shake yours. “So, vill you help me find mein ball?”

“Uh, yeah sure, if you promise that you won’t hit me again?”

“Nooo, I would never hit you intentionally! I solemnly swear by my awesome bird Gilbird!” He vowed.

“Is awesome the only adjective you know?” You had to admit, it was getting kind of annoying.

“Hey frau, don’t be mean! I just like ze word awesome, you know? It fits my personality perfectly.” Gilbert snorted but started grinning again. “You’re feisty, I like that!”

“I’m not usually like that; I think your ball might have caused damages in my brain!” You retorted also grinning.

What was going on? You weren’t usually this outgoing around strangers! But you just felt kind of comfortable around Gilbert.

You looked around, searching for Gilbert’s ball. Why did you even help him find his ball? You had noo idea.

The sun was already starting to set and the sunset cast red and orange light on Gilbert’s silvery hair. You couldn’t help admiring him again. “He is kind of handsome. And he seems really nice and …awesome.”

“Ah! Zhere you are! Come here ball, come to papa!” Gilbert’s enthusiastic shouts interrupted your thoughts. “Look _______, I found mein awesome ball!”

“That’s great Gilbert!” You shouted back, laughing. He was thrilled to bits.

He came running to you, laughing and holding his ball like a trophy over his head. As soon as he was right in front of you he let go of his ball and embraced you in a bear hug, astounding you.

“Give me a hug ______! Thank you so much for helping me find my ball!” Gilbert laughed, burying his nose in your hair. You were sure that your face must have been completely red by now.

“Why were you even playing with that ball out here?” You managed to ask the pale boy, who finally let go of you.

“Vell, me and West were playing football on that hill, and I hit- Oh scheiße…” He mumbled.

“What is it? Who’s West?” You wanted to know. He seemed like he just remembered something important and started running towards the hill.

“Hey! Gilbert! Wait for me!” You screamed, running after him. “Who is West, what’s going on?”

“West is my brother, I completely forgot zhat he’s waiting for me to fetch ze ball!” He shouted running faster until he finally reached the top of the hill. You were surprised by what you saw.

A small house was standing on the hill, about 200 meters away from the edge of the forest. It was surrounded by a small wooden fence and two trees on the left. There were even two goals to play football with, both decorated with a flag. The left goal had a Germany flag on it and the other some kind of black and white flag, but you didn’t know which country it belonged to. Then you noticed someone sitting next to left goal, leaning against the bar. He was tall and muscular, with stern blue eyes and blond hair. Gilbert ran up to him, putting an arm around his broad shoulders.

“______, zhat’s my baby bruder Ludwig, but I call him West. West zhat’s ______, my ball hit her in the face and she helped me get it back!” Gilbert laughed.

“Dummkopf! Zhat’s why I told you to be more careful!” He shouted, smacking Gilbert. Ludwig then turned to you and said, “I’m sorry _______, mein bruder is just an idiot, I hope he didn’t hurt you.”

“No, it’s fine, really. He already apologized and he even helped me get up again.” You said blushing a bit, as you remembered the scene.

“Well then, I guess it’s fine. At least he apologized.” Ludwig gave Gilbert a glare, but the pale boy just pouted.

“Zhat was so unawesome West, why did you have to hit me?”

“Because you are an idiot, zhat’s why. And stop calling me West, verdammt!” Ludwig replied seemingly annoyed. The two boys looked like they were about to start fighting again so you quickly tried to change the subject.

“Well, I guess I have to go now guys. I told my parents I’d be back soon, and the sun is already setting!” You explained, giving them an apologetic smile.

“No, don’t go yet ______! Vhy don’t you stay for dinner? I mean if you want to, zhat is….” Gilbert answered eagerly without realizing what he just offered.

“Well I could ask my mum if it’s okay…” You said, already searching for your phone in your pocket. In the corner of your eye you could see Gilbert smiling and Ludwig giving you a thumbs-up.

Luckily your mother agreed and let you stay a while longer, but she said that one of the guys had to walk you home, since it was starting to get dark already.

“We’ll talk about zhat later, alright?” Ludwig stated, before guiding you into their small but comfortable house.

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“And then I said: ‘Well maybe when you shaved your bushy eye brows, you’d be able to see something!’ and he just gave me a look like this-“. You said laughing, pulling an annoyed face to show Gilbert and Ludwig what you meant.

The three of you immediately got along and you joked around all the time. You were telling them stories about Arthur or ‘Captain Eye Brows’ as Gilbert liked to call him by now. Sure, you were exaggerating a bit, you would never say something like this to Arthur, not even in a situation like this, but it was just for fun, right? You didn’t really harm anyone.

Gilbert and Ludwig seemed to enjoy your stories though, slamming their fists on the table and raising their glasses of beer while laughing out loud. While Gilbert had this obnoxious, somewhat high laugh, Ludwig’s roaring laughter was rare, but deep. You joined their laughter gladly.

But a look at your watch told you that you had to leave now, unfortunately. You really enjoyed talking to the two German brothers- Oh I’m sorry, the German brother and the older, more awesome Prussian brother. That’s what Gilbert told you. You still didn’t quite understand why he would call himself Prussian, since the kingdom had been abolished long before he was born but it was Gilbert you were talking about- He was a bit quirky. But that’s what made him awesome.

“Guys, I really love talking to, but I have to go now. Thanks for having me and thank you for the meal, Ludwig! It was really delicious.” You smiled at the usually stoic German in a friendly way.

“No problem _______! It was nice to meet you, I hope you’ll visit us again?” Ludwig said hopefully.

“Sure, I’d love to! So, bye Gil-“. You wanted to reply but were cut off by a certain Prussian.

“Baby Bruder, I’ll walk _______ home, ja?” Gilbert stated, giving his brother a meaningful look.

“Ja okay, vhatever floats your boat Bruder…” Ludwig waved dismissively, trying to hold back a smirk.

“Come on ______, let’s go.” The pale Prussian took your hand, dragging you out of the house. You waved at Ludwig as you left the house, giving him one last smile.

The two of you walked in silence, because Gilbert seemed to be lost in thought. You were admiring the beautiful night, full moon with many sparkling stars, giving Gilbert’s hair an unnatural silvery glow. His red ruby eyes were also glistening in the moon light, but he avoided your eyes, furrowing his brows, like he was thinking about something serious.

As you led the way to your house, he suddenly cleared his throat as if wanting to tell you something. You stopped and turned to look into those ruby orbs, which had a determined look in them.

“Is there something you wanted to say, Gil?”

“Uh, vell…You know, I…uh….” He seemed to be searching for words to say.

“Hm?”

“Ah, verdammt…” He finally managed to say before stepping closer to you and cupping your face in his hands.

He smashed his lips onto yours, closing his eyes, hoping that you wouldn’t pull away or slap him. But you did neither. You were actually hoping he’d do that, but still blushed like crazy.

His thin lips were soft just like the kiss at first, but soon he wanted more. You put your hands on his chest, while he put his behind your head, running his fingers through your hair. But your kiss didn’t last long, since he soon opened his eyes, releasing you from his firm grip.

“I hope you know zhat you are awesome _______. Almost as awesome as me. And to prove zhat I know other adjectives as well, I can add zhat you are beautiful and funny and amazing and stunning. Zhere you have it.” He said slowly returning to his normal, cocky self.

“Wow Gilbert, I underestimated your language skills, I’m really sorry. Am I forgiven?” You said smiling, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Only if you promise to visit me again. You don’t vant to make an awesome Prussian wait, do you?” Gilbert smirked.

“You’re feisty, I like that.” You retorted, winking at him and sticking your tongue out, before walking up to your house.

“Ich glaube ich liebe dich _______...[1]“. Gilbert mumbled as he watched you walk into your house, waving at him before closing the door.

“See you tomorrow.”

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Yes, emotions are confusing, but at least now you were feeling something pleasant.