PrussiaXReader- When Normal Isn't Enough 2

That night you were unable to sleep until it was what might've been six in the morning. You couldn't keep yourself from being caught up with the text message you had read as soon as you plopped down in your bed. The words continued penetrating deep inside of your consciousness. Was this why he was acting so strange earlier?

You turned over onto your side, watching the small rays of light creep in throught the cracks between your blinds that hid the outside world from your view. You took a deep breath and let your eyelids slide shut as you finally began to drift off into slumber.

*Time skip*

Later that morning a loud noise began to spread its way through to your eardrums, causing you to fly out of your bed and fall onto the carpet, blankets and all. It continued as you freed yourself from your bedsheets and began to frantically search for the source of the stange sound that had woken you from your sleep.

After a few seconds passed you finally came across the object making the loud noise and took hold of your cell phone that lied on your bedside table. You were surprised that you were getting a call from Gilbert. You glanced over at the clock. It was eleven o' clock. You were late.

"Oh god why..." you sighed and quickly moved the electronic device up to your ear. "H-Hey Gilbert!"

"Still sleeping, huh? How unawesome of you, you know how important it is that we make it on time!" his voice cracked due to the bad reception.

"Sorry, I had trouble going to sleep last night. I'll be out in a few minutes!" you explained as you scrambled to your feet and throwing the sheets and blankets ontothe matteress.

"Make it quick, ve need to leave soon," you could hear the impatience in his voice.

You nodded, though he wasn't able to see it himself, and hung up. You rushed into changing into some decent clothes that were suitable enough for this meeting you were accompanying with Gil. One done, you headed to the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle as you scurried out the door and over to your silver-haired friend who was leaning back on the hood of his car.

"Took you long enough," he straightened up at the sight of you and opened the passenger side door.

You stepped in and the door was shut behind you. You buckled up and waited for him to get in the driver's seat before responding.

"You're kidding me, it wasn't that long. But thanks for waking me up..." you nervously smiled.

"BItte. Hey, uh..." Gil paused to turn on the ignition, "did you get my texts?"

He looked anxious to hear your answer. He sent me texts?! I forgot to check! You pulled out your phone  from your pocket and navigated to your inbox as the car set in motion. They were there. His messages. Three of them. You quickly read through them and switched your gaze over to the vehicle's driver.

"So?" he sweatdropped. "Vhat do you say?"

You gulped. "Well," I don't have much time to think about this, but I really do like him. A lot... "I'd have to say...yes. But I would have preferred it if you asked me in person, not to be mean or anything."

"Oh? Vell you could say I got a little nervous to ask you. But you can't tell anyone that, okay? Or else I von't be as awesome..." his usual self-esteem seemed to have been absent today. "The fact zat you said yes makes it so much more awesome zhough!"

The rest of the ride wasn't all that special. Nothing significant happened really. After he explained what you had to do when you both got there he sighed and the last few miles to the world conference building were quiet. Before you had arrived you noticed that something else seemed to be bothering him. But now wasn't a good time to ask him what was wrong.

When you arrived at the meeting Gilbert escorted you to where the two of you would sit down. He told you beforehand not to worry about it if anyone told you to get out of your seat because he would handle it himself. It wasn't like you couldn't defend yourself, there was just no point in arguing with him about it. After al it was just a seat.

A few minutes passed by before a blonde man with blue eyes, glasses, and a bomber jacket stood up and began shouting across the room. He seemed to be the one who was in charge. You nudged Gilbert's arm with your elbow.

"Who's that guy? The one who's talking," you whispered.

"Zhat's America. I'll introduce you to everyone later," he responded quietly.

You nodded and listened in on what America was telling everyone. The line that you noticed stood out the most went something like "You will all listen to me because I'm the hero!" before he broke into an obnoxious laughter. You left him to his business and snuck some quick looks at the numerous countries that were sitting or standing in the enormous room. You stopped when you realized that a different blonde hair blue-eyed man was watching you. He added in a wink and blew you a kiss from across the table.

Creeped out, you clung to Gilbert's arm in attempt to hide yourself. "Umm, Gilbert?"

You felt Gil turning alll his attention to you but kept you line of sight pointed at the creep who winked at you. You knew his face must be a little red but that was nothing to be concerned about.

"Vhat's wrong (f/n)?" he followed your gaze over to the other man, who in turn shifted his irises towards someone else.

"That guy over there....he blew me a kiss and winked at me," you inched a little closer to him. "It was creepy because I don't even know him."

"Don't mind him he's alvays like zat," he reassured you that it was fine.

You groaned and elbowed him pretty hard in the ribs, trying to get a different message across. Once he noticed what you meant he sighed and pulled you closer, placing his arms around your waist. It made you feel more safe and protected now that he was holding you. This would be the best relationship you've ever had. You could just feel it.

"I von't let him touch you, okay?" he cleared his throat.

"Alright," you still held on to the thought of asking him what was getting him down.

The entire time you sat there waiting and studying the appearances of all the other people. They all seemed to be wearing some military styled clothing. You hadn't even noticed the fact that even Gilbert was wearing one. It was the color of navy blue with some white and black on it. What caught your attention was the cross that was on his collar. That's when he caught you staring at him.

"Vhat are you doing?" he wondered.

"Oh...just looking at your outfit I guess," you looked away and leaned your head on his shoulder. "You look nice in it."

"Danke..." he shrugged it off.

Soon enough America finished his speech thing and everyone stood up from their seats and began to walk around and converse with each other. Was it really this possible for countries to get along this easily? You and GIlbert also stood up and he held your hand in his as he brought you over to someone you guessed was a friend of his.

"Hey," he tapped the man's shoulder. "Spain I vant you to meet someone."

"Oh?~" the brown haired man turned around, immediately spotting your figure standing by Gilbert's side. "I see you found a lady friend! Let me introduce myself chica!"

You could definitely tell that the name that Gilbert called him by matched how he sounded. It was like you suddenly traveled to Spain. His accent interested you and you held out your hand for a handshake.

Spain shook it gently with his own. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Spain, but you can call me Antonio. I assume Prussia told you all about us countries, right?"

"Not everything. I don't really know who is who yet. That's why he's taking me to meet all of them," you hoped you were making a good impression. "Oh, and my name is (f/n)."

"Then I'll help you out if you don't mind," he smiled. "Romanooo! Come over here for a sec, will ya?!"

A while later a younger looking brown-haired man approached the three of you. He had a curl sticking out to the right side of his hair. In his hand was a tomato and he looked a bit annoyed.

"What do you want Spain?" he scowled.

"Meet (f/n). She's a friend of Prussia's why don't you introduce yourself to her?"

"Why bother? She doesn't need to know who I am," Romano crossed his arms.

A similar country ran over and grabbed Romano from behind. "You should be nicer fratello! Sorry about that, he's in a bad mood today."

You didn't know how to respond to this, so you just stood there like you had no clue what was going on.

"Ve~ I'm Italy! And this is my brother, Romano!" the more cheerful one spoke to you, being pushed away by his sibling. "Well, we're both Italy actually. I'm the Northern half, and he's the Southern. But you can just call me Veneziano if you like. Feliciano will work too."

"It's nice to meet you Feliciano. I'm (f/n)," you smiled happily, liking this one better than his grumpy brother. "Is he older than you?"

"Sí! Hey, you should come visit my place sometime. It would be so much fun! We can eat pasta for lunch too!~"

"Haha sounds fun!" you laughed.

After meeting the Italians Gil had brought you to meet some other countries, hopefully at a faster pace since there were so many of them. Italy and Spain had tagged along, but Prussia seemed a little nervous having Italy around us. You still didn't know what had been bothering him. Now that you thought about it, he always seemed to be brought down whenever he mentioned his brother when you were with him at his house. Maybe he was having problems with him.

So far you had met all of the Axis Powers. All except for Germany of course. You supposed Gil was trying to avoid him at all costs. You had also met a few of the Allies. This included America, China, and England. All seemed like pretty decent people to know. Except for America talking to you with his mouth full of hamburger. England was quite the gentlemen, but got quite irritated when the blonde creep walked up to your little gang. You inched yourself behind Gil for protection.

"'Ello!~ Who is this fine young woman you got there Prussia? She seems to be quite attached to you. I don't see why she is so afraid of my beautiful face though," he rubbed his chin. From his accent you could tell he was France without having to confirm it.

"Shut up, frog. Can't you tell that you're creeping her out?" England defended. "And it's no use for you to hit on her because she's obviously Prussia's girlfriend."

Wow, I like this guy. He's good. You clenched your hand tighter around Gilbert's and moved back to his side, staying cautious because god knows what the frenchie might do next.

"I knew that already you babbling buffoon. I was just wondering who she was!" he defended himself.

That comment of France's sure made England peeved. Things got worse and they began to bicker with each other. Well I guess we're done meeting these two. Moving on. Just then a man with a long tan coat and a scarf walked passed you all. I wonder who he is. Releasing your connection to Gilbert you walked over to him and politely tapped his shoulder.

"Huh?" he pivoted on his heels and looked down at you. He towered over you like one of those skyscrapers in New York City. "What are you doing here, little one?"

"Prussia brought me here with him. I wanted to meet everyone so I was hoping we could get to know each other?" you gulped, feeling yourself starting to get intimidated by this man for some reason.

"Sure. You go first then," he seemed to have something going through his mind.

"I'm (f/n). Nice to meet you. And you are?" you bit your lip.

"I'm Russia. Say, you wouldn't mind getting someone for me, would you?" he looked off to the other side of the room, in search of someone.

"Um, what?" you were confused.

"Nevermind. Come with me, da?" he held out his arm.

"Sorry, I'm going to stick with Prussia if you don't mind..." you took a few steps backwards.

"No. Not if I could help it," Russia took a firm grip of your arm and began pulling you along with him to the other side of the building.

"Let me go!" you looked over at Gil, who was chatting with Spain and Italy. My god...... "Gilbert!! Stop talking and come help me for god's sake!!"

He took a few seconds to look at you before he could react to what was going on. Then he got an angered expression on his face as he rushed over and pried Russia's hand off your arm. Following that he held you close to him with one of his arms.

"Vhat ze hell are you doing Russia?!" he shouted. "Don't you ever touch her again!!"

"You can't tell me what to do. What makes you think you can stand up to me with all your current problems?" Russia seemed to know what was bugging Gilbert.

"I don't care about all zat crap. If you ever lay a hand on her again I swear I vill kill you!" Gil clenched his fist.

"Well I don't think that will do any good. I mean she can't love someone who's dead, right?" Russia turned around and began walking away.

"Hey!" you shouted, thinking about how he just threatened to kill Gilbert. You felt the presence of his arm disappear and the next thing you knew was that everything was about to go wrong. Horribly, terribly, deathly wrong.