Bad Day [Hetalia: Prussia x Reader]
"Can you please just turn that thing down?" You slammed the door after you, the smoldering glint of fury in your [e/c] eyes. Then you tossed your jacket across the couch and threw your backpack into a chair as the loud Green Day music finally came to a lilting halt from the living room.
Your favorite albino man watched you flop onto the sofa with an annoyed mask for a face, his eyebrows creased slightly in the middle. He watched you for another split second before he padded to your side and patted your shoulder slightly.
"Kesese. You okay, Frau?"
"No, shut up. I mean, sorry, Gilbo." You could feel him tense slightly at your words. He sat down beside you and looped a relaxed arm around your shoulders as you put your face down into your hands, shutting out the stupid world.
"Frau, you can tell me anything," Gilbert chortled as he laid his head back on the sofa cushion. You took your hands away from your face, and laid your head on his shoulder as you muttered, "Stupid people and just… It's been a bad day."
No more words were more… explanatory. Gilbert just stared at the ceiling with his iridescent red eyes; you could tell there was no pity in his eyes. He wasn't the kind of person to look down upon someone he was an equal with. You smiled as you closed your eyes and Gilbert began to hum a soothing tune. His rough voice mingled with the song, but it didn't corrode it; it was more like another optimistic addition to it.
Nothing beats having a friend who understands, even on the worst days.
Few words needed to be spoken for this guy to understand.
Gilbert sat up slowly, realizing you were nearly asleep. He poked you in the shoulder slightly, like a curious cat; then he smiled to himself as you grinned slightly in your sleep.
"I could go beat up those schwein who messed with my fraulein," he murmured into your hair, his warm breath tickling your neck.
"No, thanks," you murmured back into his clothes as you nestled further into his shoulder. He snickered again, and roughly kissed you on the lips, his messy platinum blond hair brushing your forehead. You giggled and instantly felt like nothing was going to get you down.
"Kesese! How about another kiss, mein Frau," he breathed, his red eyes wavering.
"No, thanks," you chortled as you jumped out of your seat teasingly and began to sprint down the stairs. Gilbert leapt out of his seat like a hot coal had struck him as well, and shouted after you.
"What—wait, Frau—[Name], just one kiss?"