Hetaloid!Prussia x Bullied!Reader [My Girl]

Hetaloid! Prussia x Bullied! Reader [My Girl]
Hetaloid x Reader
Prussia (Gilbert) x Reader

The tree was decorated, the feast was in the oven, the snow was falling outside and there were presents under the tree. Christmas had come again. Your parents sat you down and pointed to a gigantic box. It looked as if a human could fit in it. You tore off the wrapping and gasped at what was inside.

A Prussia Hetaloid!

You thanked your parents and read the instructions. One word was written ‘awesome’. ‘… ok?’ You thought. Your dad carried it up the stairs to your room and placed it on the floor. He left and closed the door behind him. ‘Awesome huh?’ So you spoke:

“WHO is the awesomest one of them all?”

The Hetaloid’s eyes flickered open, revealing blood stained eyes and a very, very big smirk”. He responded:

“Vell of course I am… Oh, I have a cute master”

You blushed “R-really?” You questioned.

“I am positive frau!” he replied.

“Well, oh awesome one” you said sarcastically. “What is your name?”

“Gilbert, but you can call me Oh Awesomeness”

“No, Gilbert will do. The only nickname you will hear from me is Gil… By the way, my name is (f/n) (l/n)”

~*~

It had been a month or two since school had re-started and unfortunately for you so had the bullying. You were constantly being pushed and shoved against lockers, causing bruising to damage your body and the peoples’ hurtful words to damage your mind. You normally brushed it all off, you told Gil that you were just really clumsy. Little did you know that it was not fooling him? Not one bit. So, one day he decided to talk to you about it.

~*~ Timeskip ~*~

Another week had gone by. Your parents were at dinner, celebrating their wedding anniversary, so you were stuck at home with Gilbert. This was his chance to ask you about it. You were currently in the bathroom, bandaging your throbbing wrist and crying. You heard a knock on the door and the voice of a worried German.

“(F/n), are you alright? You have been in zere for a vile now…”

“Y-yes, I-I am fine t-thanks Gil” you squeaked, wiping away a stray tear.

“Nien, somzing iz not right frau. Open ze door.”

You opened the door to let in the “Prussian”. You looked at him. He seemed so worried. He walked over to you and placed his and on your shoulder, whilst his other hand lifted your chin.

“Vat is wrong?”

Knowing that you couldn’t keep your emotions in for much longer you started to sob and wail. Gilbert pulled you close to him, in a loving and caring embrace. Clutching his shirt you instantly made it wet, as your tears fell.

“I have been bullied for most o-of my s-school life…. and I guess t-today was the day I-I just fell a-apart.” You showed him your bandaged wrist, and continued.

“B-but what t-they said to m-me today was r-really hurtful and mean-“ you sniffed “- they said I would never get a boyfriend because I was so fat, ugly and absolutely useless…” you cried out again. Gilbert couldn’t believe it, he didn’t want to believe it! How could this happen to you? HIS (F/N)!

“Well frau, I can tell you somzing. You will get a boyfriend”. You stared at him and tilted your head, confused.

“H-how? I-I am so-“ he cut you off. He raised his hand from your shoulder and placed it on your cheek. “You will get a boyfriend, right now, right here” and with that he leaned forward, placing his lips on yours. His lips were so soft and inviting. The kiss was short lived, pulling away for air. He said to you:

“Ich liebe dich, you are my girl…”