PrussiaxReader: Mindless

Mindless

Gilbert gave a slight ‘humph’ as he sat, pouting, his arms crossed over his chest, his red irises glaring past the transparent barrier that were his glasses. His two friends, Antonio and Francis, sat by him, quietly and patiently watching for whatever Gilbert might do.

What was he doing, you might ask? Well, he was watching you.

…more like watching Lovino flirt with you.

Oddly enough, you never really got used to the fact that he was Italian and that it meant that he was a total flirt but that he could be your best friend-boy at the same time. And right now, here he was, trying to get you to really respond past flushed cheeks and nervous smiling and chuckling in the anxious way as he continued to whisper Italian sweet nothings in your ear.

Gilbert, on the other hand, was fuming. He should be the one whispering sweet nothings to you in public! He was the one that should be holding your hand right now! He should be the one siting by you, making you smile and chuckle for reals!

“Just go to ‘er, mon ami,” Francis told him, quite frustrated at being upset, its cause being Gilbert being upset, too. “She won’t bite!”

“Sí, mi amigo,” Toni encouraged, smiling brightly. “She’ll probably be even relieved!”

Gilbert could only grumble in reply. The worst she could do was yell at him, but the worst that can happen is that she’ll think he was being a little too loose on her. And so, with a huff, he swung to his feet, and strode across the hall until he loomed over the two.

“Ch-chigi!” Lovino squeaked as a shadow was cast over the two. “Potato bastardo! What are you—“

Gilbert cut him off by pulling your wrist—to which your body tagged along—and, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulled you into a passionate kiss.

Your mind was already whirling with probable reasons why your best friend was trying to flirt with you; it didn’t need this, either! And so, the initial confusion faded with a wave of relief and joy that came with the love you had for the egotistic, overprotective albino, but before you could do or feel more of that, he pulled away…and walked away.

You were as dumbfounded as the percentage of the student body that watched you and your ever-increasingly red face, (e/c) eyes wide as you stood there. Mindlessly a grin spread across your face to its limit and more before you leapt away, running after the man that had started to do the same thing.

“Gilbert, you crazy idiot!” you screamed happily. “WAIT FOR ME!!”