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As We Ponder Belief

(2p!Prussia x Reader) - Chapter 46

Note: Let's be real here. If you've read up until this point, then you already know dang well what's going on. From here on out, this is just going to be used to give you bits and pieces of useful information.

Thud!

The blacksmith's hammer fell to the ground. A borderline eerie stillness filled the air, with tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. The next few seconds felt like hours. (y/n) and Gillen, having at last finished their month-long journey, now stood at their destination. Hand in hand, they stood face to face with her soon-to-be in-laws and family. She felt her heart stop, and Gillen's palm became sweaty. This is them.

Before she could get a good look at their shocked expressions, or even their appearances, Ludwig surprised everyone by what he did next.

"GILLEN!" Ludwig cried out, his face breaking into a massive grin as he dashed forward and leaped into his brother's arms, practically crashing into him. The sheer force caused Gillen to let go of (y/n)'s hand and stumble a few steps before hugging him back. Even his hood fell off, exposing his face mirroring the same joyous expression as Ludwig.

"H-Hello, Ludwig," Gillen wheezed, winded by the sudden impact.

They stood there for a time. Gillen held on tight to Ludwig, as the younger brother buried his face in his chest. Making it so that she mainly saw his yellow-blonde hair. As tears accompanied by small bursts of laughter erupted from the two of them, (y/n) lifted her hood to fully take in the heartwarming scene. The touching nature of it all made her want to cry.

I've seen Gillen happy before, but nothing like this.

The embrace eventually ended, but Gillen still held his brother at arm's length. Both of them gazed at one another with wide eyes of astonishment.

"You've gotten so big! You're almost as tall as me!" Gillen fumbled with his words, clearly thrown by the changes in Ludwig, who only smiled up at him before going in for another hug.

(y/n) smiled fondly at the scene before shifting her attention to Gillen's father, who stood under the shade of his outdoor shop. He only stood there wide-eyed and flabbergasted. As if unable to process the scene before him. She noticed his long blonde hair tied back and gave a tiny laugh.

So that's where Gillen gets it from.

But her amusement died down when the man looked in her direction, causing her anxiety level to spike.

His eyes were a calm, sky blue. A sensation not conveyed in his expression. While he still looked shocked, (y/n) had a difficult time telling what he was thinking. All she could tell was that their arrival was the last thing he expected.

After a moment or two, he furrowed his brow before relaxing his face, going deadpan. (y/n) figured he perhaps realized what she was to his son, but she wasn't completely sure.

When Gillen and Ludwig finally parted, Gillen met his father's gaze. And where (y/n) expected another tense silence, she was instead pleasantly surprised to see the man casually walk up to his son and embrace him. Resting his head on his shoulder, his father squinted his eyes shut. Gillen returned the hug, a sigh of relief escaping him as he did so.

"Willkommen zu Hause, mein Sohn," The father mumbled, his voice deep, but soft.

"Danke, Vater," Gillen replied similarly.

(y/n) was stunned at the older man's reaction. He initially seemed unapproachable, but in this case, it wasn't so. All she saw was a man who loved his son.

When the man stood back to hold Gillen at arm's length, he still seemed to be processing what was happening. He let a finger gently trace over the scar on Gillen's face, appearing saddened as he did so. His mouth worked, but no words came out. So many questions seemed to fire off in his mind. Ending with him glancing over at (y/n).

"Gillen, wer ist da?" He asked in that deep, baritone voice.

Smiling sweetly, Gillen took a step away from his father to stand beside (y/n), his father's arms dropping to his sides. Ludwig stood nearby, equally curious.

"Vater, Ludwig, this is (y/n) (l/n). My betrothed," Gillen stood beside her and placed his hands on her shoulders to present her. (y/n) felt her face heat up under their observation of her.

Ludwig's eyes went so big one would've thought he saw the moon fall from the heavens. His mouth hung open, but nothing came out. Meanwhile, the boys' father quickly glanced between Gillen and (y/n).

"But... You did join the Teutonic Order, right?" The man spoke awkwardly.

"It's a long story," Gillen began.

"I... Alright, just, give me a second. Let me see if I understand this correctly," The father pinched the bridge of his nose as the four of them now sat at the dining room table. With Gillen having just finished his report of everything that had transpired within the last four months. Taking a deep breath, his father, who (y/n) now knew as Alaric Beilschmidt, continued.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but what I'm hearing is this; you and your brother, who is thankfully still alive, spent the last five years with the Order on the Northern Crusades. Then four months ago one of the villages was viciously attacked by one of the local pagan tribes, leaving (y/n) here as the only survivor. After patching her up and having one-on-one religious talks, as well as medical training, the two of you fell in love. And then one day after having a faith crisis, you confessed your feelings for her, stole a horse and cart, as well as numerous supplies needed for survival, and ran off in the middle of the night, forsaking all your vows you made with the Order," He finished with folding his arms over his chest. "Is that right?"

"That would all be correct, yes," Gillen admitted.

"Though you did leave out the part where I got kidnapped," (y/n) chimed in.

"Well, yes. But I hate that story," Gillen stated.

"But it all turned out for the best. You did save me, after all," She explained.

Gillen looked at her and raised a brow. "I was worried sick and took an arrow to the shoulder, Engel."

"And you took it like a man!" (y/n) joked, smiling as she tried to lighten the mood.

Alaric looked between the two, giving (y/n) herself a look of apprehension mixed with confusion. He cleared his throat.

"You have found yourself quite the humorous young woman, Gillen. However, I am inclined to ask; how come she is merely your betrothed and not yet your wife?"

Reaching to the side, Gillen held (y/n) hand under the table. "Well, you see, that's the thing. I have a few reasons. I personally would appreciate it if I could have family present."

Alaric nodded. "Understandable. But what of you, Miss (l/n). Would you not want your family present as well?"

"Vater!" Ludwig gasped in disgust. "You heard what happened to her family, right?"

"Of course I did. But surely she must have some next of kin who'd want to attend, ja?" Alaric asked, deadpan and serious.

"I have none," (y/n) muttered, her eyes falling to rest on the table. As she did so, she didn't catch the momentary look of sympathy Alaric offered her. His eyes softened, realizing the young woman's plight. Gillen squeezed her hand tighter to show support.

"I see," Alaric returned to a stone-faced appearance, though the empathy in his tone was clear as day. "And what are the other reasons, my son?"

"Well… After we left the Order, which, I admit, was indeed an impulsive decision… I decided we ought to go somewhere where I felt we could find sanctuary. That being home. That is… If you would have us," Gillen's voice managed to quiet down at the end, aware of the great favor he was asking.

Alaric mulled it over for a time before answering. "Ja, I will let you stay. Under one condition. Gillen, you will have to work here with me, in my shop. Either that, or you can find work at the local hospital. They are always in need of new doctors. If you are to live here, you are to work. Is that understood?"

"Ja, Vater. Of course. Thank you," Gillen bowed his head.

"Yes, thank you, Alaric," (y/n) bowed her head in suit, deeply and truly grateful for the hospitality.

As the conversation finished up, Ludwig changed the subject.

"Um, you said that Gilbert came with you, right? Is he here in town? Will he be by soon?" Ludwig asked eagerly, his eyes filled with hope.

"That doesn't matter," Alaric answered the question. "He'll come home when he's ready. Or perhaps, not at all." He said curtly, his voice cold and distant.

(y/n) was unsettled by the harshness in Alaric's tone. Could this really be the same man she saw warmly embrace Gillen earlier that day? But then again, this was the same man who told Gilbert he didn't want to see him ever again. Her stomach churned at the contrast.

"He did come with us," Gillen added onto his father's answer. "But he said he's catching up with Francis and Antonio right now."

Ludwig began to seem disheartened, but somewhat glad by the prospect of potentially see his other older brother. Alaric dismissed Ludwig from the table, instructing him to go back outside and work before getting up to follow him out. Before leaving, he turned to address the couple, who stood up along with him.

"I truly am happy to have you back home, Gillen. And as for you, Miss (l/n)," He looked her way. "I would like for you to make yourself at home. We have a guest bedroom upstairs that you are free to stay in until you two are wed. After which you may share it."

Both (y/n) and Gillen's faces heated up with the mention of them sharing a bed. A reaction that Alaric chose not to acknowledge, instead continuing by gesturing for Gillen to follow him outside.

"In the meantime, come along with me, Gillen. Work starts now, and we are burning daylight."

"Wait," (y/n) raised a hand, catching Alaric's attention as he went for the door. "We've traveled for so long. Can Gillen at least rest for a time, first?"

"Men don't rest when there's work to be done," Alaric said bluntly. Gillen leaned over to (y/n).

"Don't worry, I will be fine. You go ahead upstairs," Gillen soothed his fiancé's worries. With some reluctance, she gave in.

"Very well," She breathed. Gillen responded with a brief peck on her forehead to reassure her, lingering only a moment before walking across the room to join his father out in the shop. Leaving (y/n) alone in the house. 

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I have no special notes here, other than this is fun to write. As always, please let me know your thoughts!

Translations:

"Willkommen zu Hause, mein Sohn." - "Welcome home, my son."

"Danke, Vater." - "Thank you, father."

"Gillen, wer ist da?" - "Gillen, who is this?"

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As We Ponder Belief

(2p!Prussia x Reader) - Chapter 45

Note: Let's be real here. If you've read up until this point, then you already know dang well what's going on. From here on out, this is just going to be used to give you bits and pieces of useful information. Such as the fact that Alaric Beilschmidt is aph Germania.

Also, what the heck even is a plot at this point? Though I will admit, I know how it'll end. Thank you for those who've been along for the ride, and to those who will stick with me as I continue this fun little fanfic. There's still more to go on this bad boy because I never learned how to shut up. Stay tuned! :)

As the shrill call of a rooster filled the air to wake the morning sun, the blacksmith awoke as well. Groggily, he blinked the sleep away from his eyes, groaning as he sat up. Getting up off his bed, he got dressed, tied back his long blonde hair, and prepared to get started on his work for the day.

As he entered the living area, he surveyed the room and looked out the window. The sky was a hazy, grayish blue, with scattered clouds along the horizon. If he had strained his ears, he would hear a few of the other townsmen and women readying themselves for the day. It was just before dawn. The same time he awoke every morning. Taking a deep breath and stretching his arms over his head, he paused only when he heard a shuffling noise from outside. Taking a look out the door, he saw his youngest son organizing their tools.

Deadpan, the man nodded in approval at his son's efforts, pleased to see him working first thing in the morning. However, this was unknown to the boy, as his back was turned to his father. As the man went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, his thoughts drifted from topic to topic. Internally listing off the day's itinerary as he prepared porridge for him and his son.

The old married couple down the street commissioned a sword for their grandson's birthday... The father of the church still needs new hinges for the chapel doors... A newlywed couple commissioned a cooking pot... Let's see, what else is there...

As he carried on making breakfast, his thoughts began to drift back to his son, Ludwig. He was always so responsible and diligent. Never complaining. Always did as he was told and was working hard to learn his father's trade. Normally, such thoughts would make a father beam with pride. But on this day, Alaric Beilschmidt's heart was heavy with grief.

His thoughts turned to his other two sons. A set of twins, both of which had albinism. This curious condition gave them each a distinct and striking appearance, with stark white hair the color of snow, and skin so pale it almost seemed translucent. The two boys would have looked completely identical if not for their eyes. The older of the two, Gilbert, had purplish eyes that gleamed red when the sun hit them just right. Whereas the younger twin, Gillen, had the most intense, blue gaze he had ever seen. Even when he was a toddler, he swore that icy blue could cut right through him. Another difference was that, while Gilbert liked to keep his hair short, Gillen preferred to grow his out. Something Alaric always secretly appreciated.

What wasn't appreciated, however, was what the twins did nearly five years ago to the day. The two of them decided to run off to join the Teutonic Order. A memory that still brought about a flurry of unwanted emotions for him. Sadness, anger, frustration, confusion... And regret. And though he missed them, he at least hoped they were happy. However, there was always the fearful voice in the back of his mind that told him his sons were dead. Having perished at the end of a pagan's club or dagger. He could hardly bear the thought.

Once he finished making breakfast, he set the bowls on the table and went out to his shop. Opening the door, he saw Ludwig poking around the coals as he prepared to light the forge.

"Ludwig, it is time for breakfast," Alaric stated. His son looked back up at him, sky-blue eyes burning just a little from the ash.

"But I'm not hungry yet. And there's work to do," He said bluntly.

"The forge can wait for you to finish eating. You cannot work properly on an empty stomach," Alaric informed.

Giving in, Ludwig followed him into the house. After saying a quick blessing and digging into their meals, he idly watched Ludwig as he ate. Again, his thoughts drifted back to Gilbert and Gillen.

Gilbert was always so active and outgoing. Extroverted to the greatest degree, and never truly learned how to keep his mouth shut. Even when it would do him good. Regardless, he was always able to make friends and allies quite easily. And he was a hard worker who picked up the craft with ease. So much so, that Alaric believed his eldest son to be fit for nothing else. Sure, he could fight as a knight and potentially do well. But what of those who make the swords? The shields? The armor? The nails and hinges that hold together the doors? Or the gates that kept people safe? Work like that went to the blacksmith, a mantle he was proud to bear for his community. And one that his eldest son readily threw away like it was nothing.

Becoming agitated at the thought, he instead allowed his thoughts to traverse to Gillen.

In a stark contrast to his twin, Gillen was always so quiet. Introverted and shy, he highly preferred to keep to himself. While he did well enough in his father's shop, Alaric could always tell his son's interests lie elsewhere. After the passing of the boys' mother, Gillen became fascinated with medicine and the human body. Even to the point where he was using all the money he earned to attend the medical school there in town. Where he ultimately ran into men leaving for the German House of Saint Mary in the Holy Land. A hospital where his son was certain he'd find his place in the world.

But as fate would have it, his two boys ended up going far up north with the Teutonic Knights. A fact he was only made aware of by the rumor mill weeks after they departed. He could still recall the sickening twisting sensation in his stomach when he received the news.

As both Alaric and Ludwig finished their breakfast and got ready for work, the former pondered the nature of the latter. Of Ludwig, the third son.

It astounded him how, in a way, he was a practically perfect combination of his older brothers. Ludwig was often deadpan and appreciated quietly working on his own. But at the same time, he had no qualms about getting in someone's face and calling their bluff if they tried to swindle money out of him. He also had no problem saying exactly what was on his mind, granted he was already a part of the conversation. He even wasn't opposed to shouting when he felt it was warranted. He possessed Gillen's sense of silent observation, and Gilbert's tremendous work ethic.

In short, he was proud of his sons. All of them.

"I still can't believe he ditched us like that!" (y/n) growled, bitter and angry.

Gillen sighed, deadpan and tired. "I know, but I'm sure Gilbert will come around. He gets like this occasionally. He's stubborn, but deep down he cares a lot about what people think of him."

"Maybe a little too much," (y/n) added on.

Gillen only affirmed her statement with a solemn nod as they rode through his hometown. Just earlier in the day, Gilbert spotted some of his old friends in the distance and decided to run off to "catch up" with them. Which, of course, meant that he still wasn't ready to face their father. While deeply annoyed, Gillen at least took comfort in knowing that Gilbert's friends knew to look out for him. One friend, a Spaniard named Antonio, was a bit airheaded. However, he was more emotionally grounded. Meanwhile the second friend, a Frenchman named Francis, was overly emotional, but still had enough sense to talk Gilbert down whenever he was about to stir up trouble. He'll be fine. I think.

Riding along, (y/n) was amazed by how busy everything was. People walking to and for across the road, all of them talking and getting along with daily chores and errands. Merchants advertised their goods and services to all who'd pass by. All around were the sounds of a bright and lively civilization. A far cry from her quaint, sleepy village back in the northeast.

"There's a lot more people here than I remember," Gillen mentioned. "Looks like they've expanded."

"Gillen, what's the name of this town, again?" (y/n) gave his sleeve a light tug.

"Vienna," He answered. "Though at this point, I'd probably call it a city. I wonder how many people here will remember me..." His voice trailed off, sounding both curious and unnerved. Sensing his unease, (y/n) moved close and clung onto his arm, ignoring the late summer sun.

"No need to sound worried, darling. Everything will be fine," She attempted to comfort him. Appreciative, he held her hand, but still remained a little unsure.

"To be honest, Engel, I'm surprised you are not nervous yourself. You do realize you are about to meet your future father-in-law, right? As well as a new brother-in-law in Ludwig."

(y/n) felt her heart sink into her stomach. "Actually, I haven't really thought about it. I mean, I knew it was happening, but for almost three weeks, it was just the two of us. I honestly never thought about anyone else. But now that I'm thinking about it... I'm starting to freak out a little," She admitted with some sheepishness, starting to feel a cold sweat forming on her brow.

"I can understand that. Please just keep in mind that, when you meet my father, be yourself. I get the feeling he'd like you," Gillen lightly nudged her with that last sentence.

"What makes you so sure?"

"Who else can be so daring and lovely that she managed to turn a knight away from the Order, while also having the gumption and zeal to shame and humble a dining hall full of grown men?" A wide smirk formed on Gillen's face; one so big it rivaled that of his brother.

"Gillen!" (y/n) gasped, embarrassed by the memory of her outburst in the dining hall so long ago. Blushing, she pulled the hood of her cloak over her head.

Gillen laughed out loud. While this kind of laughter from his was rare, she adored it all the same. But was too ashamed to raise her head or lift her hood. Smiling fondly at his adorable angel, he brought her hand up to his lip for a quick kiss.

"I love you, (y/n)," He whispered quietly enough for only the two of them to hear.

(y/n) didn't lift her head, instead squeezing his arm tighter. "And I love you too."

Some time had passed by until they had reached a somewhat quieter street, with only a few people milling around. Up ahead, (y/n) could see a house slightly bigger than the others around it. Accompanied by what seemed to be some kind of outside workstation. Gillen took a deep breath in through his nose. Then, exhaling slowly from his mouth.

"That's it, isn't it?" (y/n) felt her heartbeat accelerate, realizing that this had to be the place.

"It is," Gillen confirmed.

As they approached, (y/n) scrunched up her nose at the smell of smoke. But she was nonetheless intrigued among hearing the clamor of hammers beating down on metal over and over again. Getting closer, she saw two male figures standing over an anvil. The younger of the two standing back and observing the other's efforts. Both had their backs turned to the couple. And (y/n) felt everything around her still as she realized just who these two where. Even Gillen appeared in awe of the family he hadn't seen in so long.

Urging the horses to stop, the cart ceased moving, now sitting in front of the house. With great anticipation, and some fear, Gillen got off the cart. Helping his beloved down, he saw that his father and younger brother were so engrossed in their recent project that they hadn't heard them arrive. Gulping, Gillen held (y/n)'s hand tightly. Taking a few steps forward, they stopped when Alaric Beilschmidt finished hammering and turned around. Ludwig followed not even a second after. As the two stood there in shock, Gillen spoke.

"Hello, Vater. Ludwig. It's... Been a while."

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And so both aph Germania and Germany make their grand appearances! I'm so happy to get to them, because I've been thinking about them since the beginning! As always, please let me know your thoughts!

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As We Ponder Belief

(2p!Prussia x Reader) - Chapter 44

Note: This story is based vaguely during the mid 1200s in Eastern Europe where the Teutonic Knights fought the Northern Crusades to try and convert the native pagan population to Christianity. As a result, this story will have heavy religious themes all throughout. It should also be noted that, while referencing real-life events and locations, I am not striving for full historical accuracy. This is for the sake of the story I am telling.

Once again, this series will have heavy religious themes throughout, including discussions of bible stories, doctrine, and scripture verses, as well as critical analysis of Christian doctrine and beliefs. So, if you don't like that, you will want to skip out on this.

Gilbert froze upon hearing the name. With eyes wide, he glanced over at (y/n) out of his peripheral vision. The latter of which sat patiently be the riverside.

"I-I-I'm sorry, what?" The raspiness came back to his voice as he stumbled over his words. His face went pink from embarrassment.

(y/n) shifted awkwardly where she sat, and made an concentrated effort to choose her next words carefully.

"Gillen told me about your lives back home. About how you were friends with a girl named Elizabeta. He told me that you had feelings for her and were hurt when she found someone else. And that that's the reason you ended up joining the knights."

And why you weren't happy with what was happening between me and Gillen.

Gilbert appeared to be at a loss of words, now having turned his head fully to (y/n) as she delivered her newfound insight. His eyes seemed about ready to bulge out of his head.

"And Gillen told you all this?" He asked.

"He did," (y/n) confirmed.

Rolling his eyes and sighing with exasperation, Gilbert took a large rock from the riverbank. Turning downstream so as to not splash (y/n), he threw it as hard as he could. Letting out a grunt of frustration as he did so.

"That jackass," He mumbled under his breath, earning an annoyed look from (y/n) when he turned back to face her.

"Curse all you want, but please don't direct that at my future husband," She criticized.

"You might want to change that title to 'future-father-of-my-children', because you're already sound like a mother," Gilbert snarked.

(y/n) rolled her eyes, still a bit too tired to argue with Gilbert and his smart mouth. Though, to be fair, the word 'mother' still rang in her head for a breath or two. After a few seconds passed by, Gilbert turned his attention back to the water before continuing.

"But he's right," He readily admitted with almost zero reluctance, his voice calm and level. "I had talked about the knights before, but never planned on joining. But after Liz and my cousin got engaged, I didn't feel like I could be around her anymore. It hurt to see her with someone else. Especially when I saw how happy he made her. And what right did I have to impose on that happiness? So, I left with Gillen before the wedding. I... I couldn't even stand the thought of watching her promise herself to another man. How pathetic is that?" Gilbert finished with a pained, half-hearted chuckle.

(y/n) shook her head. "I don't think it's pathetic at all. You were hurting, and reacted in the only way you knew how. I can't judge you for that."

"I ran away, (y/n). A girl I liked chose someone else. And what did I do?" His voice got progressively more and more frustrated. "I responded by joining an order of monastic warrior monks headed to the middle of enemy territory. Where I would live in a fortress surrounded by other men whilst taking up a vow of celibacy," Gilbert shifted to sit in front of (y/n), looking her dead in the eye as he carefully and slowly worded his next statement. "My reaction to dealing with heartbreak was to give up on love and civilized society as a whole for the rest of my life."

(y/n) pressed her lips into a thin line before responding. "Well, when you put it that way, it does sound kind of pathetic. However, you were still able to find happiness with the knights, right?"

"Indeed, I was," He breathed. The air around him was drifting between tense and solemn. "I loved it at the fortress, so over time I was able to put the whole thing largely out of my mind. But after you and Gillen got together, I felt as though life was mocking me. And then when Captain Nikolaus lost his blessed mind, I started to wonder if I should even stay there."

(y/n) mulled over his words, allowing herself to decipher something under the surface.

"Gilbert, correct me if I'm wrong. But what I'm hearing is that you feel... Lost?" She inquired. He reacted with confusion, but she could see the thought process in his mind. Particularly when his expression went from perplexed to intrigued. Ending with a sudden realization.

"I guess I am," Gilbert let his eyes fall to the grass as the truth set in around him, his voice breathy. "I left because I didn't know what else to do. The woman I loved chose someone else, so I impulsively decided to leave and join the Teutonic Order. Then, after five years, I found myself prompted to leave." Still processing the information, Gilbert ran his hands over his face, letting out a deep breath.

"You're lost and you're hurt," (y/n) noted, her tone brimming with empathy.

"And now I don't know where else to go," Gilbert lamented as he let his hands fall into his lap.

"I wouldn't say that's true. You've been traveling with Gillen and I for the past few days. So if it helps, you can logically say you're headed to Österreich to see your father," (y/n) attempted to comfort Gilbert. But these words only seemed to get under his skin.

"Ja, I can't go there," He said quickly, his voice on edge.

"What? Why not?"

"(y/n), did Gillen ever tell you how our father reacted when we left?"

(y/n) thought back months prior to when she started helping Gillen in the infirmary. Particularly the conversations they'd have.

"I think I remember him saying that he wasn't happy about it. But not much more than that," She replied curiously.

"That's one way of putting it," He chuckled nervously before continuing, his tone becoming flat and regretful. "While it's true that our father wasn't happy with Gillen leaving, it was a bit different for me. Our father tried his best to convince Gillen not to go, stating that he ought to work at the hospital there in town. They talked about it frequently, with some conversations going deep into the night. But no matter how hard he tried, Gillen was determined. Eventually, my father gave in. Unhappy, but willing to respect Gillen's choice, regardless of how he felt."

Gilbert went quiet. His mouth moved, but no sounds came out. As if he knew the words, but didn't know how to deliver them.

"And... What about you?" (y/n) pressed. Despondent, Gilbert continued.

"As the eldest in our family, my father was counting on me to inherit his shop one day. And I had every intention of doing so. So, when I made the last-minute decision to join the Order, our father was... Less than pleased," Gilbert held onto his arm, gripping it as he prepared to continue. "He was furious, demanding that I stay with him and Ludwig at home. As our conversation soon evolved into a screaming match, he said that he didn't want to see my face ever again."

(y/n) gasped, astounded by the harshness of his father's words. Gilbert carried on.

"That's why I feel like Gillen was some of the only family I had left. I still love Ludwig, of course, but I'm assuming he still lives with our father. So I don't feel like I'd be welcome to see him."

"And that's why you clung to Gillen the way you did," (y/n) realized. "It wasn't just because he's your brother, but because you feel as though he's the only family you're free to talk to."

"That about sums it up," Gilbert scratched the back of his neck.

"Gilbert, I understand you're hurt. However, you haven't seen your father in five years. Neither of you have. Perhaps your father has cooled down since then. And if you're so averse to seeing him again, then why are you following us in the first place?"

Gilbert shrugged. "Like you said. I'm lost. I'm not quite sure where to go at this point."

"Well, make a decision soon. Because regardless, we're headed back home," The calm voice of Gillen chimed in.

Surprised, (y/n) turned around to see her betrothed walking up from behind. His long white hair was up in a ponytail so as to keep his neck cool.

Gilbert scrunched his nose. "I don't think that's a good idea for me. Though I don't think going back to the fortress is a good idea either."

"I understand that. Believe me, I do. But that's where we're headed. If you want to travel with us up until then, that's fine. But you should keep in mind that if father asks about you, I will be telling him the truth," Gillen explained with arms crossed over his chest, with eyes that conveyed sympathy.

Gilbert only nodded with a conflicted expression before rising to his feet. As he walked past them to the cart and horses, Gillen gave him some final words.

"It will all work out. Have faith, Gilbert."

Gilbert only spared his brother a small glance, with the tiniest of smiles. But one that was tinged with some amount of anxiety. As Gilbert walked off, Gillen knelt down beside (y/n).

"Are you feeling better, Engel?" He asked, placing the back of his hand to her forehead.

"Yes, I am. Thank you, darling," (y/n) thanked him.

And with that, Gillen scooped up (y/n) in her arms. She yelped and giggled as he began to carry her to the cart.

"Gillen, I can walk by myself. I don't need you to carry me," (y/n) laughed, putting her arms around his neck. Showing that, despite her claims, she obviously enjoyed the feeling.

"I know. I just like doing this," He informed her with no hesitation.

Affectionately, (y/n) gave him a kiss on the cheek. After which a sense of reality set in.

"Wait, Gillen, should you even be carrying me at all? What about your shoulder?"

"Don't worry, (y/n). It's much better now. I'm fine," Gillen reassured her as he set her down at the front of the cart, next to his spot.

Once the couple were on the cart, and Gilbert upon his horse with a healthy dose of anxiety, the three went off. Now only just days away from their destination.

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As We Ponder Belief

(2p!Prussia x Reader) - Chapter 43

Note: This story is based vaguely during the mid 1200s in Eastern Europe where the Teutonic Knights fought the Northern Crusades to try and convert the native pagan population to Christianity. As a result, this story will have heavy religious themes all throughout. It should also be noted that, while referencing real-life events and locations, I am not striving for full historical accuracy. This is for the sake of the story I am telling.

Once again, this series will have heavy religious themes throughout, including discussions of bible stories, doctrine, and scripture verses, as well as critical analysis of Christian doctrine and beliefs. So, if you don't like that, you will want to skip out on this.

The days dragged on as (y/n), Gillen, and Gilbert made their way through the vast, grassy countryside. The sun bore down on them, the late summer heat making things hot and uncomfortable. (y/n) shuddered every time she felt her clothes stick to her skin due to the sweat. The trio all wore their cloaks and hoods, hoping to keep the sun off of them. And while it avoided sunburn, (y/n) didn't enjoy the feeling of her black cloak sticking to her arms, and the hood to her face.

Summer should be ending soon, right? Surely this should be the worst of it before things begin to cool down. She thought to herself as she wiped sweat off her brow. She seldom kept track of the days since she and Gillen had left the fortress. With so much happening and on her mind, she neglected to observe the weather.

It had been a few days since Gilbert joined them on their journey to Österreich. And in those three days, they all made idle chatter. Most of it being between Gillen and Gilbert, as (y/n) was too exhausted from the heat to speak. Gillen had spent the last while updating his brother on him and (y/n)'s journey. In return, Gilbert gave the couple information about the goings on at Malbork Fortress. As well as the state he left it in.

"The majority of the men were shocked, though a handful weren't too surprised. You two weren't as sly as you thought you were," Gilbert laughed heartily, riding alongside them.

"Well, I think (y/n) and I exercised a healthy amount of caution. Don't you?" Gillen declared before turning to (y/n) for her input.

"I suppose," The maiden gave him a tired shrug in response.

"Oh please," Gilbert scoffed. "Not only were you two spending so much time together, but when you," He gestured to Gillen. "Came back to the fortress and I told you what happened to (y/n), you were pretty quick to mount a rescue mission. Hell, you even tried to head out that evening." He chuckled.

"I was worried sick! As were you!" Gillen snapped back.

"I know I was, but your reaction at the moment was very telling to the other knights. Not to mention the way you rode off by yourself into the woods to save her once we arrived," Gilbert commented.

"That's because some pagan, would-be groom carried her off," Gillen argued back.

"I don't doubt it. But I must say," His face twisted into a smirk. "You two were in those woods for quite a while before coming back out," He teased, his words slow and deliberate so as to imply something. An underlying meaning that certainly didn't go over (y/n)'s head.

"Oh, shut up, Gilbert. Nothing happened back there," She rolled her eyes.

"Really?" Gilbert went form teasing to genuinely confused. "Seriously, nothing? From the way you two were blushing on the way out of the forest, followed by how you two acted days after, I figured there was more going on. A lot of us did."

"A lot of us?" Gillen gasped, his breath sharp. Gilbert gave him a knowing look.

"Like I said, you two weren't that sly," He chuckled, shaking his head.

(y/n) and Gillen were silent for the next few moments. If (y/n) wasn't so exhausted from the heat, she'd probably have enough energy to give a snarky comeback. But at the moment her brain was drying up in the sumer sun.

With eyes growing heavy, she began to nod off. When the brothers continued their conversation, she only caught little pieces here and there. Their words overall began to fade away as she felt herself falling asleep sitting up, only to be awoken sometime later by Gillen's voice.

"Hold on a moment, you said you weren't taking us back to Malbork Fortress," Gillen blurted out, giving his brother an accusatory stare. Meanwhile, the noise startled (y/n) awake.

"You're right, I'm not. However, Captain Nikolaus insisted that I bring you two back," Gilbert explained.

"Wait... Correct me if I'm wrong, but does this mean that Captain Nikolaus is under the impression that you are returning to the fortress with us in tow?" Gillen narrowed his eyes.

"I'd assume so, ja," He shrugged, looking ahead. Overhearing their conversation, (y/n) decided to chime in after fully waking up.

"Gilbert, I would have to say that worries me," She mumbled in her sleepy stupor. "Given your description of him going completely mask-off when Gillen and I left, I get the feeling he sounds unstable."

"If you are worried about him sending more knights after us, don't be," Gilbert reassured. "He's prideful, but not completely stupid. I think he knows when to cut his losses."

Gillen simply grunted in agreement, before turning to (y/n). "It looks like you almost fell asleep for a moment there. Are you feeling alright, Engel?" His tone was soft, as a part of him lamented perhaps not being attentive enough to his betrothed.

"I-I'm fine," She mumbled.

"No. You're dehydrated," He observed with worry. Reaching behind him with one hand into the cart, he grabbed a canteen. Opening it, he was disappointed to find it empty. Looking to Gilbert as if for help, the newly minted former knight shook his head.

"Sorry, my canteen is empty as well," He lamented.

Wearily, (y/n) leaned on Gillen's shoulder, becoming nauseas as her tongue felt as dry as wood. Feeling a headache coming on, she closed her eyes, choosing to focus on Gillen's presence as she began to drift away.

(y/n) awoke to the sensation of weightlessness. However, it wasn't the feeling of flying but rather being carried. The feeling of arms keeping her suspended in the air initially baffled her before she felt herself being lowered onto the ground. Onto what felt like a bed of grass. The cool sensation felt amazing on her skin. Meanwhile, she heard the inviting sound of running water.

Opening her eyes, she winced at the shining sun, her vision blurry. The pain only being lessened when a dark figure blocked its blinding rays. As her vision cleared up, she could make out the figure of Gillen kneeling by her side, hovering over her. His blue eyes bore into hers. If her headache wasn't still pounding inside her skull, she would have smiled.

Gillen took a rag and dipped it into the river, careful to wring it out before gingerly placing in on (y/n)'s forehead. A sigh of relief escaped her lips, feeling the cold water help diminish her pain. She then felt herself prompted to sit up just a little as Gillen placed a hand on her lower back, pushing upward. Carefully, he raised the newly filled canteen up to her lips, urging her to drink.

"Nice and slow," He advised.

After taking a few sips of water and feeling her energy being restored, she grabbed the container and took several gulps. Handing the canteen back to Gillen, she collapsed onto the ground, taking a deep breath before slowly letting it out again. Her movement prompted the rag to fall off, leading to Gillen placing it back on her forehead.

"That feel better?" He asked, earning a small nod from (y/n).

"Yes, it is. Thank you, darling," She thanked him.

"Or course, Engel," He whispered. After pressing a soft, affectionate kiss on her cheek, he got up. "I'm going to water our horse and refill the canteen. I'll be back in a moment."

Murmuring in acknowledgement, she felt her fiancé leave in a different direction. Closing her eyes, she listened to the melody of the river. Quiet ripples rolling gently over rocks and pebbles. The peace was serene, and it only got better as she felt her nausea and headache subside.

She wasn't sure how long she was laying there before she decided to sit up, but when she did, she was surprised to see Gilbert sitting just ahead of her, staring out onto the water. Casually, he took a rock and carelessly flung it into the river. The resulting splash sending water droplets to scatter across (y/n)'s face.

"Oh!" She gasped, alerting Gilbert.

"Oh, sorry. Did I wake you?" He apologized.

"No, you didn't. You did surprise me a little though."

Gilbert nodded, his face appearing sullen and down. Like something was on his mind. It was quite the contrast to his humorous behavior earlier. He was clearly upset about something, but (y/n) couldn't tell what.

"Gilbert, are you feeling well?" She prodded.

"More or less," He shrugged his shoulders to either side, "(y/n), do you have a minute? I need to talk to you about something." He turned his head in her direction but kept his eyes elsewhere. As if he were afraid to meet her gaze.

"Uh, sure. What is it?" (y/n) offered her ears to listen, her curiosity piqued. The reality of this situation was not lost on her.

This is the first time we've been alone together since we spoke in the hall back at the fortress. We haven't had a one-on-one conversation since. That feels so long ago.

She still remembered how Gilbert went off on her after her final meeting with the captain. How was angry at her for seeing Gillen and their budding romance. And how he begged of her to not cause his younger brother to go away, as well as trying to show concern for her individually. It was all such an odd conversation looking back.

"I... I wanted to apologize for what I said to you at the stables that night. Just before you and Gillen left. I was upset and..." Gilbert sighed in frustration, running a hand through his hair. "No, I shouldn't come up with any excuses. How I treated you was a wrong. And what I said was wrong. And I'm sorry. And I'm also sorry for talking about you and Gillen to the captain behind your backs. That wasn't good either. And I'm sorry. For everything." His voice was low, the raspiness barely there and the volume barely audible.

"Gilbert, it's fine. Thank you for apologizing, but I can assure you, I'm not upset," (y/n)'s voice was soft and gentle. Surprised by her forgiveness, Gilbert looked up. His purplish red eyes appearing hopeful, though tainted with regret.

"Are you sure about that?" He pressed, as if unable to believe she'd forgive him after everything he'd said and done.

"Of course I am. You're my friend, Gilbert. As a matter of fact, you were the first real friend I made after my village was destroyed."

Gilbert seemed surprised. "Really? Not Gillen?"

"Well, yes," (y/n) gave a light shrug. "Before me and Gillen started to bond, you were one of the first people to truly talk to and get to know me. Gillen was so quiet those first few days, but you? You welcomed me to the fortress almost immediately. So, I guess what I'm trying to say here is, thank you."

Gilbert smiled shaking his head and looking back to the water. "Here I am apologizing for insulting you and talking about you behind your back, and yet you decide to respond with gratitude for my friendship. You're weird, (y/n)."

"Guilty!" She laughed, putting her hands up in the air by her head, as if offering a surrender. After her giggling died down, she lowered her hands. All was quiet before she added on. "And if it helps you at all, Gillen gave me some insight as to why you were upset. So I understand now."

"Huh, what did he tell you?" Gilbert sounded unimpressed.

"He told me about a girl named Elizabeta."

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Live. Laugh. Longsword.

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How They are When Jealous (2p!Allies)

Headcanons for how I think the Hetalia characters would act when they're jealous of someone hitting on their S/O.

Dang, the 2p!s I headcanon as yandere are gonna really come out this time around.

2p!America: Allen would never admit to being jealous. But if he were to see another guy flirting with you, he is immediately by your side. Casually swinging an arm around your shoulder, he'd ask you to introduce him to your new friend. After introductions are finished, he'll insist on questioning the guy as to why he's talking to you. All while being just casually affectionate enough to show that, yes, you are indeed his. If the guy is super persistent, however, Allen isn't opposed to straight up punching the guy in the face. And don't bother asking him if he was jealous. Even when it's obvious, he'll never admit it.

2p!England: Surprisingly, despite being a yandere, Oliver is actually very kind to the man he sees flirting with you. Making polite conversation with him about how his day was, what the two of you are talking about, etc. All with a much more sickeningly sweet voice than usual. After which he cheerfully tells the man the two of you must be off! However, under the surface, Oliver is full of white-hot rage. Once you're in bed fast asleep, he'll go and find that boorish pig and end him. Will he be turned into cupcakes? Simply murdered? Will he mysteriously go missing? Who knows? All you do know is that, if Oliver is jealous, be afraid. Be very afraid.

2p!France: As soon as he sees another man flirting with you, François won't waste a second before pulling you away. Especially if the guy was making you blush and look all cute. He'd grab you by the hand and walk off with you in tow, refusing to answer your questions as to what's going on until you're somewhere more private. François never thought he could fall in love until he met you, so he considers you to be the best thing that's ever happened to him. He also feels like you deserve much better than him, and that one day you'll wake up and leave him all alone. These two things combined make him terrified of losing you, and therefore, quick to get jealous if he sees another man making you so much as smile.

2p!Russia: Viktor wouldn't hurt the guy, but, similar to Gillen, he is able to send death glares from the very depths of Hell itself. If the death glare doesn't initially work, he'll place himself between you and the other guy. Deadpan, he'll ask what business he has with you. Staring him down as the guy begins to panic. But if the guy still doesn't back off, he'd simply tell him that you are his beloved, and that you're off limits. After bidding him farewell, Viktor will walk off, expecting you to follow him. Which you should probably do anyway, seeing as the other guy just wet himself and ran away.

2p!China: Zao gets jealous very easily, and nowhere is this more clearly shown than when you catch another man's attention. The man has no chill and will have no qualms about getting in this guys face and challenging him to a fight. Part of this is because he's jealous of the attention you're giving the guy, as you're bound by social niceties. Another part of this is because he wants to prove himself worthy of you. And in his mind, a good way of doing this is to kick someone's butt. You'd have to pull him off the guy eventually. He'll then pout like a small child back at home.

2p!Canada: Being the socially awkward guy he is, James isn't about to jump in to stop a guy from flirting with you. He doesn't like attention, nor does he want to make a scene. Instead, opting to glare at the man from over your shoulder. Only once you two are home does the jealousy start to show. He'll be far quieter than usual, as well as grumpier. You'd have to confront him about it, and even then, he'll only admit it begrudgingly, refusing to meet your eyes. After which you better give him a big hug and tell the Canadian that you love him more than anyone.

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I can't fully explain it, but this is Gillen and Gilbert in my fanfic.

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As We Ponder Belief

(2p!Prussia x Reader) - Chapter 42

Note: This story is based vaguely during the mid 1200s in Eastern Europe where the Teutonic Knights fought the Northern Crusades to try and convert the native pagan population to Christianity. As a result, this story will have heavy religious themes all throughout. It should also be noted that, while referencing real-life events and locations, I am not striving for full historical accuracy. This is for the sake of the story I am telling.

Once again, this series will have heavy religious themes throughout, including discussions of bible stories, doctrine, and scripture verses, as well as critical analysis of Christian doctrine and beliefs. So, if you don't like that, you will want to skip out on this.

As the sun continued its ascent over the horizon and into the azure sky, (y/n), Gillen, and Gilbert had almost finished packing a few things into the cart. Namely the clothes (y/n) and Gillen hung to dry by the fireplace the night before, of which were handed to them by a vaguely unsettled priest. Seeing as the two weren't married, (y/n) could only imagine what was going through the father's mind when he first came across two strangers sleeping in the kitchen behind his chapel.

At the moment, Gilbert had just finished explaining to Gillen and (y/n) all that had transpired since they left. To which Gillen replied with absolute shock.

"The captain actually said all that?" Gillen asked as he threw on his cloak inside out. Meanwhile (y/n) stood leaning against the cart, eyebrows raised in alarm at the story.

"Ja, he kind of lost it. I've seen him mad before, but nothing like that," Gilbert explained.

"And that's why you left?" (y/n) asked.

"Well, that's part of it," He mumbled, averting his eyes and petting his horse's mane.

"Alright, then what's the other part?" Gillen asked after he finished up with the cart. Gilbert turned to look at his brother and his friend, before turning back to his horse.

"I missed you two," He mumbled, his voice barely audible. His face went pink with embarrassment.

Gillen matched his brother's expression. While clearly touched, it was evident he didn't know how to respond. But as for (y/n), she couldn't help but smile before going forward and giving Gilbert a hug, holding him tight. To which he reciprocated by tensing up before awkwardly returning the gesture.

"We missed you too. And I truly am glad to see you again, Gilbert," She told him as she drew away, letting her arms fall to her side.

"I... You too," He chuckled nervously, having never been hugged by the young woman up until this point.

(y/n) took a step back to stand beside Gillen, holding his hand and interlocking her fingers with his.

Gilbert looked between the two of them as he observed the way they held one another's hand. He then glanced over at the church. With eyes anxiously switching between them and the sanctuary's open doors, he started to ask questions.

"So, uh... Last night, did you two... You know?" He pointed between the two of them as he spoke. And while Gillen's face went from pleased to abject confusion, (y/n), who managed to quickly pick up on what Gilbert was saying, responded.

"Gilbert!" She gasped indignantly.

"What? I walked in to see you two embracing on the floor, having clearly spent the night! You can't expect me to think there was nothing going on," He defensively stated.

Gillen, who was slow on the uptake, but nonetheless finally realized what Gilbert was implying, balked at his assumption.

"I can assure you we only fell asleep. (y/n) and I did not have s-" Gillen cut himself off, unable to finish the sentence or even say the word. Instead turning his head away from the two and putting a hand over his mouth. His betrothed looked at him with sympathy in her eyes.

Oh Gillen. (y/n) thought as she gave his hand a light squeeze before addressing Gilbert.

"What he means to say is that we weren't intimate last night. Nor have we ever been," She explained.

"Hey, I believe you. But I still wanted to ask. Mainly because the father in there seems to be blessing the entire area with holy water," Gilbert held up his hands as if in defense, then tilted his head to gesture to the open doors of the church. Where inside the father was indeed at work sprinkling holy water about the floor.

Gillen looked into the church with a sense of embarrassment tinged with guilt. (y/n) sighed.

"I suppose I ought to go in and explain to him what was going on last night," She mumbled awkwardly.

"You going to tell him the truth?" Gillen asked.

"Far be it for me to lie to a man of God," She stated before pressing a small kiss to Gillen's cheek before leaving to enter the church, letting go of his hand. To which he reached after her.

"You don't want me to go in with you?"

"I'll be fine," She reassured him as she went inside.

Gilbert watched the small exchanges of affection with an unreadable expression, his lips pressed into a thin line. After which the two brothers found themselves standing outside alone. Save for a few villagers who were now walking the streets going about their daily routine. The air between the two of them had become tense and uncomfortable. Something that the two of them equally hated. Despite this, neither one felt the urge to break the silence as they refused to make eye contact. The somewhat joyous reunion they had earlier settled down into an awkward meeting. Almost as if (y/n) leaving took a sense of levity out of the air.

I know I should be happy to see him again. Gillen thought to himself, crossing his arms and leaning up against the cart. And I am happy. But the last time we were alone together was at Malbork Fortress.

The memories of that day came surging back. The arguments Gillen had with a mildly unstable Gilbert. Discussing religion, faith, and (y/n). The final words Gilbert said to Gillen during that argument still rang in his mind. Denken Sie daran, wo Ihre Loyalität liegt, Gillen. Und bitte, mach keine Dummheiten. The words were enough to make Gillen chuckle when considering what he had done. Especially seeing as he didn't regret it.

Apparently, his chuckling got Gilbert's attention. The older of the two gave his brother and odd look.

"Sorry about that. I was just remembering something," Gillen waved off his amusement.

"Remembering what?" Gilbert inquired.

"It's nothing," Gillen shook his head. While seemingly unconvinced, Gilbert decided against pressing the issue.

After a few more moments, the elder of the two finally said something new.

"Gillen, I was serious when I told you I was not coming here to take you back to the fortress."

Gillen nodded. "Good. And I'm sorry I attacked you."

"You're fine. Uh, Gillen?" Gilbert seemed worried.

"Hm?"

"Are you angry at me? For trying to keep you two from leaving, I mean," Gilbert temporarily averted his gaze, looking instead at his brother's shoes.

"No, I'm not. Well, perhaps a little bit, but I'm over it now. To be frank, I've missed you as well," Gillen admitted.

"Then why did you attack me?!" Gilbert snapped.

Gillen scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Gilbert, you walked in looking angry as Hell with your sword drawn and almost covered in blood. How was I supposed to respond? For the last few weeks, my biggest priority has been taking care of (y/n). And that includes protecting her from anything that looks like a potential threat. Which, no offense, but you walking in looking like the Horseman of Death has to have been one of the most threatening things I've ever seen."

Gilbert shifted awkwardly on his feet, grimacing. "Alright, that's fair."

Gillen let out a deep sigh. "But I truly am sorry for attacking you. I should have heard you out first. I guess I was just feeling a little overprotective of (y/n), is all. We did get engaged just last night. And I can't stand the idea of anything bad happening to her," He gripped his arm at the thought of any harm coming to his beloved's head.

"You only proposed just yesterday?" Gilbert tilted his head to the side, amused. "I figured the two of you running off under the cover of night would've been a marriage proposal in and of itself."

Gillen said nothing in response, giving only a light shrug. After which (y/n) finally exited the church to go and stand by her betrothed.

"Apologies, darling. But according to the father, the two of us are living in sin," She dramatically sighed as she leaned up against him, where he in turn put an arm around her shoulders.

"You did tell him we're both remaining pure until marriage, correct?" Gillen asked.

"Yes, but according to him, kissing on the lips is one step away from losing one's virginity," She shrugged, her hands in the air.

"Couldn't you just ask the priest to drop what he's doing and marry you two real quick? Seems like an easy fix to me," Gilbert recommended.

The couple paused for a brief moment and looked at each other. Gillen gave a light shrug, but (y/n) only shook her head.

"I get the feeling the father of this church has had enough of us for now. We ought to get moving," She told them.

The twins agreed. Gillen went ahead to sit on the cart, awaiting his bride-to-be. Gilbert, however, shifted where he stood, looking (y/n) in the eye.

"I-I know a lot has happened since last we saw each other. But I was wondering... If the offer to come with you two was still on the table?"

(y/n) only paused a moment to think before responding. "It is."

With a bittersweet twinkle in his eye, Gilbert smiled and nodded his thanks to (y/n) before getting atop his horse. Meanwhile, (y/n) went up to sit on the cart besides Gillen. Once he got the cart moving, Gilbert rode up to ride alongside them, grinning ear to ear.

"So, where to now?" Gilbert asked Gillen.

"We are headed back home. To Österreich," Gillen explained, keeping his eyes on the road.

"T-To Österreich?" Gilbert echoed, his already white complexion beginning to pale.

"To our father," Gillen clarified.

Gilbert kept riding alongside them, taking a sharp breath through grit teeth before slowly letting it out. All with and overwhelming amount of stress and sarcasm

"Greaaaaat..."

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I apologize if this chapter is fairly boring and dialogue heavy, but it's a transitional chapter. Not to mention these characters need to talk a few things out. The next chapter may or may not be somewhat similar to this one. As always, please let me know your thoughts!

Translations:

Denken Sie daran, wo Ihre Loyalität liegt, Gillen. Und bitte, mach keine Dummheiten. - Remember where your loyalties lie, Gillen. And please, don't do anything stupid.

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As We Ponder Belief

(2p!Prussia x Reader) - Chapter 41

Note: This story is based vaguely during the mid 1200s in Eastern Europe where the Teutonic Knights fought the Northern Crusades to try and convert the native pagan population to Christianity. As a result, this story will have heavy religious themes all throughout. It should also be noted that, while referencing real-life events and locations, I am not striving for full historical accuracy. This is for the sake of the story I am telling.

Once again, this series will have heavy religious themes throughout, including discussions of bible stories, doctrine, and scripture verses, as well as critical analysis of Christian doctrine and beliefs. So, if you don't like that, you will want to skip out on this.

(y/n) could hardly believe her eyes. Gilbert Beilschmidt stood there at the doorway leading into the chapel. His pure white Teutonic Knights uniform splattered with fresh blood, staining the once spotless garments. His sword was drawn, and he had a cold, unreadable expression in his eyes. Eyes that began to shine red in the morning light. The whole sight was enough to make (y/n) nauseous, scared of what happened to cause Gilbert to look this way.

Gilbert, what happened? What did you do?!

"You were right, Father. Here they are," Gilbert said flatly. As he did so, an older man dressed in his vestments walked in behind him. The father of the church.

"I found them here fast asleep early this morning," The father stated. "And now that the two of you are awake, would be so kind as to explain to me what brought you to my chapel?" He asked plainly, turning his attention to the couple lying on the floor in mid-embrace. His expression held no malice or irritation, but rather curiosity and mild discomfort.

Upon realizing how suggestive this scene may have looked to a man of God, (y/n) grimaced and turned to hide her reddening face in shame. Meanwhile, Gillen sat up and turned to protectively keep an arm over (y/n). His gaze switched between Gilbert's bloodied clothing, to his sword, to his face, to the priest, and then to his own sword leaning against the wall nearby. All before looking back at his older twin brother.

"Gilbert, what is going on? How and when did you get here?" Gillen asked curtly, doing his best to hide the shock in his voice. Efforts that proved to be in vain as his voice shook upon seeing the brother he thought he'd left at Malbork Fortress.

"I came here to find you. Both of you," Gilbert took a step forward, but stumbled backward when Gillen, as quick as lightning, rose to his feet and grabbed his own sword.

Unsheathing the blade, he held it up, pointing the weapon at Gilbert, who took a stance and readied his own weapon in response. Disturbed, the priest began to try and deescalate the situation.

"Put the weapons down, gentlemen," He pleaded, raising his hands in the air.

"Only if he does so first," Gillen told the father before turning his attention to Gilbert. "I won't stand idly by while you threaten (y/n)."

"I'm not here to threaten any-" Gilbert took a few steps forward as he began to speak, but was cut off as Gillen took a swing at his brother, interpreting Gilbert's movement as a threat.

"Are you now? After you pulled your sword on us back at the Malbork Fortress?" Gillen questioned his brother, pushing him back.

"If you remember correctly, I never struck any of you!" Gilbert snapped back, agitated.

"Either way, you had your sword drawn. And if you are trying to get us to go back with you to that damned fortress, then you can forget it!" Gillen stated as the men clashed, the fight beginning to move into the chapel as Gilbert took a moment to retreat back into the sacred space. As Gillen followed him in, the father went to the aid of (y/n) who still lay on the floor.

"Are you hurt?" He asked.

"I-I'm fine, thank you, father," She assured him, sitting up. Breathlessly, she scrambled to her feet and went to the doorway, where she looked out to see the brother's standing several paces away from another across the front of the chapel. Swords raised and pointed at the other. Sensing her presence, Gillen spoke up to (y/n).

"(y/n), get back. I don't want you getting hurt," He ordered, keeping his back toward her and his eyes on Gilbert.

"I am not here to hurt anyone!" Gilbert insisted.

"Then why are you covered in blood? Not to mention you walked into a chapel with your sword drawn. How on God's green earth am I not supposed to take that as a threat?"

"The blood is from bandits that have been roaming the area," The father explained, stepping through the doorway to stand by (y/n). "I met Sir Gilbert while he was passing through. Upon seeing he was a knight, I asked him for help. In return, I offered to help him find a runaway and his beloved."

Gillen took in the father's words, processing them. As he did so, Gilbert assured Gillen that the father was telling the truth. Gillen narrowed his eyes.

"So that blood?" Gillen asked slowly as he used his sword to point at the stains.

"It's from nobody innocent, I can assure you that," Gilbert droned.

"Very well. But I'd still like for you to put away your sword," Gillen demanded.

"What? You attacked me first!" Gilbert snapped.

"Again, you walked in with your sword drawn. Any trained knight knows to take that as a threat!" Gillen explained, refusing to back down.

"Well, I'm not putting away my sword until you do," Gilbert scoffed. Gillen gave out an exasperated sigh, using his free hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"Oh, for crying out loud. Look, how about this. On the count of three, we both put away our swords. Sound good?"

"Fine," Gilbert agreed snappily.

"Alright," Gillen gripped the handle of his sword. "On three. One. Two. Three."

At the end of the countdown, the two brothers still had not put away their weapons. Instead staring the other down with their blades still raised in the air. A few moments of silence passed before one of them spoke up.

"Well, great. Now I'm disappointed in both of us," Gillen griped.

As the brothers continued to bicker away, (y/n) simply watched with concern and mild amusement from the doorway. The father stood by her side, watching the scene unfold in complete bafflement. As they watched a nonsensical argument unfold about swords, the father addressed (y/n). Leaning over to speak to her while keeping his eyes trained on the albino twins.

"So... Would it be fair for me to go out on a limb here and say that these two are brothers?" He asked out of the corner of his mouth.

"Indeed, they are," (y/n) breathed out, exhausted by the whole situation.

The father then pointed at Gillen. "And am I to assume that one is your beloved?" He asked.

"He is," (y/n) confirmed with a smile.

The priest did a double take, quickly glancing between the argumentative former knight yelling at his brother, and the sweet, patient young maiden watching it all unfold. Finally, resting his eyes on her and raising a brow, he tapped her on the shoulder.

"Have you ever considered being a nun?" He asked, half serious and half joking. A comment (y/n) rewarded with a snort of laughter. Meanwhile, the brothers' argument wore on.

"Please don't be a child about this! You're older than me!" Gillen yelled, clearly at his wits end.

"Weren't you the one who said, 'ten minutes is really not that long?'"

Gillen fell silent at his brother's comeback. After a moment of quiet, Gillen began to tremble. Concerned, (y/n) was about to go check on him. But before she could, Gillen broke into a fit of crazed laughter. One he was evidentially trying his hardest to keep in. And after a moment, Gilbert joined in, his shrill, cackling voice filling the empty chapel. As the tension finally diffused, (y/n) allowed herself to laugh as well, though not nearly as loud and long as the two brothers. The priest, for his part, gave an awkward smile as he retreated back to the kitchen.

Gilbert was the first to put away his sword, with Gillen following soon after. And, surprisingly, or perhaps not so, Gillen walked forward and threw his arms around his older brother, squeezing him tight in a bear hug. One that Gilbert quickly reciprocated, holding onto his twin brother. The sight was enough to bring tears to (y/n)'s eyes as she recalled how much Gillen had missed his brother. Particularly the way he cried for him not long after they had left. She heard them mumbling something to one another, but she couldn't quite hear what they said. But whatever it was, it sent them into a small fit of laughter.

After giving the two a moment, (y/n) stepped forward. Gillen parted from Gilbert, holding his shoulders at arm's length. His face relieved, but also confused.

"Gilbert, you didn't answer my question from earlier. How did you get here?" Gillen pressed.

"On a horse," Gilbert graced them with his long-missed signature smirk.

(y/n) laughed aloud, prompting Gillen to turn and look at her. Dropping his arms from Gilbert, he went to hold her hand, to which she in turn leaned into his arm. When she looked at Gilbert, she was genuinely happy to see that ridiculous smirk on his face. One expression that melted from snarky to sweet.

"But seriously, Gilbert," Gillen asked warily. "What is going on? You aren't bringing us back to Malbork Fortress, right? Because if that's the case, we aren't going." Gillen's voice was kind, but blunt. Showing he had no intention of changing his position.

"Rest assured, you two. I am not here to bring you back to the fortress with me. Quite the opposite, really." Gilbert told them, to which he was answered with Gillen and (y/n) exchanging confused looks. Sighing, Gillen ran a hand through his short, snowy white hair. "There's... A lot to talk about."

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This turned out way more ridiculous and comedic than I intended, but I had fun with this one! And it was fun throwing in a callback to chapter three. Never thought I'd end up doing that. As always, let me know your thoughts!

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As We Ponder Belief

(2p!Prussia x Reader) - Chapter 40

Note: This story is based vaguely during the mid 1200s in Eastern Europe where the Teutonic Knights fought the Northern Crusades to try and convert the native pagan population to Christianity. As a result, this story will have heavy religious themes all throughout. It should also be noted that, while referencing real-life events and locations, I am not striving for full historical accuracy. This is for the sake of the story I am telling.

Once again, this series will have heavy religious themes throughout, including discussions of bible stories, doctrine, and scripture verses, as well as critical analysis of Christian doctrine and beliefs. So, if you don't like that, you will want to skip out on this.

This feels so nice. It's warm, peaceful. I feel as though I could drift away. All without a care in the world. Where am I, exactly?

Lying there, she realized there was a small sensation of movement coming from her pillow. Opening her tired eyes, the world appeared blurry as she blinked the sleep away. Once visuals came into focus, she saw something dark rising and falling just in front of her. A slow and steady movement that matched that of her curious pillow. Flummoxed, she lifted her head just a little, only to give a tiny gasp in surprise when she noticed just what was happening, and where she was.

Apparently, she and Gillen had stayed at the church far into the night, and at some point, had fallen asleep. Together. Just the two of them. Alone.

She discovered that the pillow she was lying on was her beloved's arm, and that the sight she awoke to was the rise and fall of his chest as he slumbered. She felt her cheeks begin to burn red, with the warmth of the morning sun shining through the window doing nothing to help.

Wait a second, did we-? No, there's no way. We're still clothed. Besides, I would remember something like that.

Speaking of memories, she thought back on the previous evening. About the conversation she and Gillen had had by the fireplace. About how he surprised her with a kiss before proposing, to which she gladly accepted. Smiling, she laid her head back down onto his arm whilst bringing a finger up to her lips, tracing the bottom one. Closing her eyes, she felt as though she could relive that moment again and again. The sensation of Gillen's lips upon hers. Soft skin lovingly caressing her mouth as he offered her his entire heart. The way he whispered "I love you" to her in his native tongue, setting her heart aflutter.

After she accepted his proposal, the rest of the evening was spent sitting close together, cuddling. Sometimes making conversation, but overall, just enjoying one another's presence until they both fell asleep.

She lay there for several moments, enjoying lying beside him. She understood that this wasn't proper, especially since they were not yet wed. But at the moment she couldn't find it within herself to care. Propping herself up with one arm, she leaned over to look at his face. His choppy white bangs lay fanned across his face, with his long hair splayed out behind him, the ponytail having come undone. Likely before he fell asleep.

He looks so tranquil. I have never seen him so at ease before.

(y/n) chuckled, admiring the handsome man before her. Carefully, she leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, before pressing another kiss to his nose, and one between his eyes. It was after the third kiss that he began to stir, slightly scrunching his nose before opening his eyes. Upon recognizing who he saw hovering above him, he smiled back up at her.

"Beautiful," Was all he could manage to mumble out in his drowsy stupor. (y/n) giggled and responded with another kiss. This one being just a little bit longer than before, but still so chaste and pure.

She couldn't quite explain it, but kisses on the lips felt so much more satisfying than a peck on the cheek. Though, of course, that didn't mean she didn't enjoy it. The blissful sensation of his lips upon her skin made her feel like she was entering the pearly gates of Heaven. A sentiment that was indeed shared by her now fiancé as well. Pulling away, she gazed down at him with half-lidded eyes and lips slightly parted.

"Good morning. Sleep well?" She practically purred.

"Wonderfully-" He breathed, before something clicked in Gillen's mind. His face went from peaceful to unnerved very quickly. "Wait a second, Engel. We fell asleep here. Did we...?" His face went red.

"Oh, goodness no. Don't worry about that," (y/n) laughed.

"Alright, good," He sighed in relief, closing his eyes. "I am all for breaking that third and final vow. But I'd like for us to be married first." Only after he spoke freely did he realize the suggestiveness of what he had said. Eyes shooting open and slapping a hand over his mouth, he turned away from (y/n), who responded with a shriek of laughter.

"I mean, I figured as much! But I never thought you'd be so bold as to say it out loud!" She cackled as he lay with his back toward her, mortified by him accidentally admitting that he's eager to be intimate.

Once her laughter had boiled down to mere giggles, she reached over to rest a hand on his upper arm, hoping to sooth any discomfort or embarrassment. While still amused, the meaning behind his words sat in a vacant spot in the back of her mind. The desire to be closer than ever before. Not just emotionally, but physically as well. She thought about the sensation that filled her when she and Gillen became engaged, promising themselves to one another. I can't say I feel any different.

By now her giggles had died off. Gillen still laid there, his back facing her. Guiltily, she gave his arm a light shake.

"Gillen, I'm sorry I laughed. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," She told him.

"It's not that," He sighed before turning onto his other side to face her. Their noses just barely apart from one another. "Though, to be fair, it's not not that."

"Then what is it?" (y/n) asked, gingerly moving a lock of white hair behind his ear. He fell silent, chewing on his lips while his eyes darted around. Like he was desperately trying to find the words to say. As he struggled to find his words, (y/n) attempted to help in finding them. "Is it about being intimate?"

His face went redder than before, which she didn't even think was possible at this point. Gently, she placed a hand on his.

"If it makes you feel any better, the topic has been on my mind recently as well. I-I know it's new, but I don't think we should be ashamed."

"You're right, we shouldn't be," He agreed. His hands felt warm under hers, heating up quickly as he tried to muster out his thoughts. "As long as we are married, such intimacy should be perfectly fine. But I... (y/n), I have spent the last five years adhering to a strict vow of celibacy. Falling in love and running away with you was one thing. And while you treating my wounds was a little more intimate, I also understood that it was just medical procedure. But marrying you, knowing what it leads to..." He lifted a hand to her face, holding her gently before continuing.

"(y/n), I want nothing more than to marry you. To spend the rest of my life with you, and to indulge in all that goes with it," His eyes drifted downward momentarily before snapping back up to meet hers. "But I feel like... Like I'm scared to let myself have any of that. I went so long denying myself any of those pleasures and enjoyments in life, that the idea of having them is... Frankly a little terrifying. Especially since I had it hammered into my head that it was a sin. I want it, but I'm scared of letting myself have it. Even though I understand that, once married, there is no sin to be had. At least not of such an intimate nature."

As he spoke, (y/n) could see the fear in his eyes. And it made sense. Given the strict code of conduct enforced by the Order, one wasn't given space to think of, or even desire, much else than what the Order provided. Softly, she traced her fingertips over his hand as she spoke to him.

"Darling, I understand why you are afraid. I do. It makes sense, given how you were made to live in the Order. And because of this, I want you to know that, even when we are married, I don't want you to feel pressured to do anything you aren't ready for. We can take things slow. One day at a time," She placed a hand on his face and pressed her forehead to his.

"But what if after we are married, and you want to be intimate and I don't... (y/n), I don't want to keep you waiting," He began to fret.

"Gillen, you are overthinking this," She told him. "And we can cross that bridge once we get there. Alright?"

Gillen smiled at those words, amazed at the woman before him. The woman he was someday soon to marry.

"How lucky am I to have met you? Truly, I don't deserve someone so kind," He chuckled to himself. "If only the brothers of the Teutonic Order could see me now."

"Oh, they'd be having a cow to be sure." A familiar, raspy-sounding voice with a Germanic accent responded from the other side of the room.

(y/n) felt her blood run cold. Shocked, she whipped her head to the side to see Gilbert Beilschmidt standing in the doorway. But he looked different from a few weeks ago. Not only was his sword drawn, but his pure white Teutonic Knights uniform was splattered with fresh blood. All with an unreadable expression in that purplish-red gaze.

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Is this a shorter chapter than usual? Yes. But I really couldn't pass up leaving this kind of cliffhanger. Also, healthy communication FTW! As always, please let me know your thoughts!

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Hey guys, just letting you know that I am getting ready to start a new job soon where I'll be working almost full time. So I'll likely be having far fewer updates than usual.

Just thought I'd let you know <3

Stay tuned~!

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As We Ponder Belief

(2p!Prussia x Reader) - Chapter 39

"And there we go," (y/n) mumbled as she finished up re-bandaging Gillen's wound. All while doing her best to ignore the way his scarred chest looked when illuminated by the fire. The light highlighting every muscle, curve, and scar.

"Thank you, as always, (y/n)," He nodded, truly grateful for her help.

They sat there for a moment, the air awkward and tense from her previous behavior. That being her shock at nearly being walked in on while getting dressed. As well as her hasty exit from the room and slamming the door as Gillen went in to get changed. Of which he almost was, save for a shirt and tunic, with his prior change of clothes now hanging before the fireplace.

After a few moments, Gillen excused himself to go finish getting dressed. However, he couldn't help but keep glancing over at (y/n). The way the firelight illuminated her in the semi-darkness was breathtaking. Her (e/c) eyes seemed to sparkle with the embers. Her (s/c) skin appeared to glow in the embracing light, with her deep red dress appearing warm and cozy. Even as her hair dried, there was a shine around it, giving the impression of a halo. The way the light outlined her body made her look heavenly. Sie ist sehr schön. Wahrlich ein Engel. He thought to himself as he slipped his shirt on.

The shirt itself was a dark, charcoal gray, nearly matching his black pants. The tunic he put on afterwards being a navy-blue color.

When he went back to sit before (y/n), he noticed her eyes trained on the fire as if in a trance. Lost in thought, perhaps. Her dainty hands placed together in her lap. As he tried to figure out for himself what was keeping her so quiet, he considered what just happened earlier. I suppose I should apologize. For that, even then some.

"(y/n)?" He finally spoke. She turned her head to look at him, lips slightly parted. Warum muss sie so schön aussehen, ohne sich zu bemühen?

"Hm?" She made only a sound in response.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry for startling you earlier. I promise you; I didn't peak at all. You have my word," He stated, lifting a hand in the air to signify his honesty.

"I-It's alright, Gillen. Don't worry about it," She shook her head. Finishing with a sincere smile, she added on. "I believe you."

"Thank you," Those words lit up his heart, but he felt his spirits begin to dampen when he brought up another topic. "A-And there's something else that I... Something else I need to discuss with you. Or rather, apologize for."

(y/n) tilted her head inquisitively, her brow furrowed in confusion. Gillen glanced downward at his hands as he began to fidget. Ultimately bracing himself by interlocking his fingers together. Taking a deep breath, he cast his eyes to the fire. Not to watch the flames, but rather, he was afraid to see his beloved's expression at what he was going to say next.

"Back when your village was attacked, I was one of the knights on guard that day. One of my responsibilities was to look out for signs and warnings of potential threats. I actually remember seeing you a few times," He stifled a chuckle, thinking of the young woman he would see berry-picking with her friend each week. "But that day, we failed to observe the signs of an imminent attack. And thus, your village paid the price for our carelessness. My carelessness. And I... I tried not think of it. And I know the captain and Gilbert both apologized to you for what happened. But I cannot remember if I did as well, and I..."

Gillen tried to continue, but the words became stuck in his throat as incoming tears threatened to spill over. Tears imbued with shame and guilt. Not only for the destruction of her village, but for the pain caused to the woman he now loved. Sensing this, (y/n) leaned forward and hugged him, her arms wrapped loosely around his neck and shoulders.

"Gillen, it's alright. You don't have to apologize for anything," She shushed his cries, her lips pressed up against his ear before nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Feeling his body trembling against hers, she gently rubbed a hand up and down his back.

"B-But your father, h-he's gone. And your home," He choked out a quiet sob.

"Gillen, it's not your fault. And at no point have I ever blamed you. For anything. Believe me when I say I love you. And that none of that was your fault," She pulled back to press her forehead against his, looking him straight in the eye, her arms still around his neck.

He gazed at her sorrowful eyes brimming with tears. "Are you sure?"

"As sure as the sky's blue," She whispered comfortingly, their noses brushing against one another. Faces barely separated.

In that moment, within the rooms dim lighting, with (y/n) so close he could feel her breath on his lips, the feeling of her arms around him, and his heart swelling with the love he felt... Something within Gillen's mind snapped and came undone. Like a bubble floating through the air before bursting. Because no sooner did she assure him that all was well, did he close his eyes and lean his head forward to press his lips against hers.

(y/n) didn't move a muscle, her body paralyzed by shock. Not only from the sudden kiss from Gillen, but how she felt his hands rest lightly on her waist, as if afraid to touch her. His lips felt soft, and the touch was gentle, filling her with an overwhelming sense of warmth as she'd never felt before. Something foreign and strange, but nonetheless exciting.

Right as Gillen was about to part from her, worried he may have crossed some kind of line, (y/n) returned the kiss, pressing her lips up against his. A movement that surprised her as much as it did him. It was as if her body was moving on its own as her hands moved to hold onto his shoulders, and his began to rest comfortably on her waist. She couldn't even think as she lost herself in the sensation of his lips on hers, moving in tandem with one another. (y/n) felt one of Gillen's hands slowly travel up her back and to her hair, running his hands through the soft, (h/c) locks.

Needing air, and trembling from this new sensation, (y/n) drew away, overwhelmed, but pleased. Gillen almost chased her lips as she moved, but found he needed a moment as well.

With foreheads pressed together, both lovers caught their breath, feeling lightheaded with eyes partially closed. (y/n) shivered as she felt Gillen's hot breath along her face, as well as seeing a bright red blush across his features. An expression that she matched. Sweetly, she pressed a small kiss to the corner of his lips.

"I love you, Gillen. So much," She murmured against his skin.

"I love you to, mein Engel," He breathed across her lips. He wanted to hold back initially, but he just couldn't help himself in the moment. Nor was he about to hold back what he was going to say next. "(y/n), let's get married."

As soon as those words left his mouth, (y/n) stopped. Slowly, she pulled away, her arms now resting at her sides, her hands traveling down Gillen's arms to rest at his elbows. While still close to Gillen, she had to sit back to gather her thoughts. His sudden proposal somehow bringing her back down to Earth from her exquisite high. Sensing the change in her attitude, Gillen dropped the hand from her waist and let it hit the floor. However, he kept the other hand at her hair, gently caressing the locks.

"W-W-What?" She stammered, her heart thundering in her chest. Gillen's brow furrowed, as if confused.

"(y/n), is that alright with you?" He asked.

"I... Well, y-you see... The thing is..." She could barely form a sentence as she still struggled to process his proposal. With understanding, Gillen moved his hand from her hair to rest on her shoulder.

"Take your time," He told her, his face now serious, though puzzled. Sighing, she raised a hand to rest on his, holding it there.

"Gillen, it's not that I don't love you, I do. It's just… Marriage seems like a big step. It's something I haven't given much thought to," She explained, feeling uneasy.

"I understand how you feel," He told her, his voice low, but sincere. "I don’t know about you, but for me, I almost never used to think about marriage. After you take those vows with the Order, such thoughts and desires are largely put out of your mind. But now that I’ve renounced the Order, as well as my vows, I find myself thinking about it quite often. Especially since I am spending each day with the woman I love." He lifted his other hand to cup her face. "Not to mention, I consider your wellbeing to by my responsibility now."

(y/n) was surprised. "Wait, what? Why?" She inquired.

"(y/n), do you remember the conversation we had that night when we left Malbork fortress? I told you I was willing to leave everything behind to be with you, but only if we both felt the same way for one another, which we did. I cannot help shaking the feeling that I am the reason you are out here with me. As such, I feel responsible for taking care of you," Gillen moved his hand from her face to her hand, bringing it up to his lips, pressing a small kiss on her knuckles.

She shook her head. "Gillen, are you trying to say I followed you here? I came out of my own volition. If you’re trying to sell me the idea that you forced me to come along, then you’re a terrible salesman. Gillen, I don’t need you to always take care of me. We take care of each other. That’s what it means to be…" She trailed off when she realized the path her words were taking her.

"Married," He finished the sentence for her.

The two of them shared a moment of silence. The only sounds being the crackling of the now dying fire, and the now heavily diminished sound of rain outside, signaling that the storm had since largely passed. As the dawning realization came upon her, (y/n) found herself smiling at the man before her. Smiling back, Gillen took both of her hands in his, holding them so gently as if she were made of glass.

"(y/n) (l/n), I do not know all that the future holds, but what I do know is that, regardless of what happens next, I want you there beside me. (y/n), will you marry me?" His words were soft, yet strong. Confident, yet pleading. His icy blue eyes bore into her own (e/c) ones.

Grinning ear to ear, the answer became clear to her. All in one instant, she realized the truth. She loved him. How could she want to be with anybody else?

"Yes," She nodded, earning a similar reaction for Gillen, who then proceeded to throw his arms around her, burying his face into the crook of her neck.

Laughing, she returned the embrace as joy filled her to the very core. Joy that radiated off of Gillen as well as he pulled away to press a chaste kiss to her lips. Holding her hands and looking her in the eye, he brushed his nose against hers.

"Ich liebe dich, (y/n)."

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Can't believe it really took me until chapter 39 to get to the first, real kiss. But oh well. Let me know your thoughts!

Translations:

Sie ist sehr schön. Wahrlich ein Engel. - She is very beautiful. Truly an angel.

Warum muss sie so schön aussehen, ohne sich zu bemühen? - Why does she have to look so beautiful without making any effort?

"Mein Engel." - "My angel."

"Ich liebe dich." - "I love you."

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How They are When Jealous (2p!Axis)

Headcanons for how I think the Hetalia characters would act when they're jealous of someone hitting on their S/O.

Dang, the 2p!s I headcanon as yandere are gonna really come out this time around,

2p!Italy: Luciano will never admit to being jealous of anybody, but he gets a bad case of the green-eyed-monster more often than he'd like to admit. Especially when someone is flirting with you. He'd get surprisingly affectionate, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting a head on your shoulder. "Oh, bella! Tell me, who's this man you're talking to?" Is what he'd ask with his arms wrapped tight around your waist, all while smirking and glaring daggers at the guy who was flirting with you. He's also not opposed to keeping one hand in his pocket holding onto a knife, just in case.

2p!Germany: Lutz is anything but subtle. When he sees another guy flirting with you, he's quick to be by your side. With arms folded over his chest and his nose in the air, he'll be insisting to know just who this guy is. When you tell him, or the guy introduces himself, Lutz will casually swing an arm around you and pull you close. "Nice try, but this one's mine." He'd tell the man with the biggest, crap-eating smirk on his face. And then, of course, he will vehemently deny being jealous later when you bring it up.

2p!Japan: When he sees another man flirting with you, Kuro is way too quick to resort to potential violence, bringing out his katana on the man. With the blade pointed at the man's chin, Kuro will demand to know his name, where he comes from, and what business he has with you. You'll have to be the one to talk him down and get him to relax. He'd also insist that you're his as you get home, claiming that no other man shall have you.

2p!Prussia: You know, for a man of God, Gillen is truly able to send death glares from the very depths of Hell. He's not as quick to anger or turn to violence as some of the other 2p!s, and even though he's relatively stand-offish, he's not afraid to stare someone down if they're flirting with you. He'd take a hold of your hand and look the guy dead in the eye and ask him if he needs anything. Eventually the guy will get the message and back off. Back at home, however, he becomes fairly clingy, wondering if you like the other guy more than him. You'll have to reassure him that, yes, you still love him.

2p!Romano: If a guy is flirting with you, Flavio will stroll right on up and, with an arm around your shoulders, begin flirting back with the guy. Once the other guy gets uncomfortable, he'd say, "Oh, I'm sorry. Are my silly little unsolicited comments about your figure and horrifically drab personality making you uncomfortable? Are they?" The guy will probably leave at that point. But if he continues, Flavio will tell him that the two of you have somewhere else to be, and that you'll be off. And Flavio is yet another guy who would rather swallow glass than admit to being jealous.

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As We Ponder Belief

(2p!Prussia x Reader) - Chapter 38

Note: This story is based vaguely during the mid 1200s in Eastern Europe where the Teutonic Knights fought the Northern Crusades to try and convert the native pagan population to Christianity. As a result, this story will have heavy religious themes all throughout. It should also be noted that, while referencing real-life events and locations, I am not striving for full historical accuracy. This is for the sake of the story I am telling.

Once again, this series will have heavy religious themes throughout, including discussions of bible stories, doctrine, and scripture verses, as well as critical analysis of Christian doctrine and beliefs. So, if you don't like that, you will want to skip out on this.

"Goodness, it's really coming down," (y/n) idly observed the rain pouring all around them. The clouds above were a dark, dismal gray as puddles began to form on the road.

"Good thing we brought a tarp with us," Gillen responded, gesturing back to a large tarp the couple stretched over their luggage in the back of the cart.

Just earlier that day had it begun to rain. They woke up to light sprinkling but thought nothing of it. And when it showed signs of a potential downpour, Gillen had the idea of using the tent's tarp to keep their things dry. They even used rope to bind it down to the cart so it wouldn't blow away in the wind.

To protect themselves, however, (y/n) and Gillen resorted to wearing their cloaks, with Gillen's being his Teutonic Knight's uniform that he just turned inside out. And while these cloaks were useful enough in light rainfall, they did next to nothing in such a torrential storm. While her face remained mostly dry due to keeping her head down, the rest of her body was practically soaked. And Gillen wasn't faring much better. If anything, he was worse, as he was the one driving the cart, forcing to keep his head up and allow his face to get splashed with rain.

His white hair, now soaked, appeared dull and gray. Even his blue eyes lacked their usual shine as he squinted in a futile attempt to keep his vision clear. Even his skin began to flush pink, a sign that he was practically freezing cold. A chill that was only exasperated and made worse with the occasional gust of wind, spraying rain everywhere.

Shivering, (y/n) moved to sit right up against Gillen, clinging onto the former knight tightly as she began to fret for his health. And because she too was freezing by this point. She wrapped one arm around his back, while the other went around his chest and clung to his cloak as she tried to pull it further around him.

"W-What are you doing?" Gillen asked, flummoxed.

"I'm trying to help you keep warm, at least a little bit," She explained, her body now right up against him.

"Danke Schön, (y/n), but I will be fine. There should be a town just up ahead. We can find shelter and warm up there." Gillen explained. "We could try to use the tent, but all that will do is shelter us. To avoid illness, we need to get warm somewhere."

"No," (y/n) vehemently disagreed while shaking her head. "I want you to warm up, yes, but how will this affect your wound?" I feel like he's close to being fully healed. It would be a shame if this storm undid any of the progress, like causing the bandage and ointment to slip off and become open to infection.

"I will be fine, don't worry. It's almost healed. At worse, the bandage will fall off. And there's a chance that, if anything opens, it will only scab over," He spoke loudly as he reassured his beloved, trying to talk over a sudden clamor of thunder up above.

(y/n) bit her lip and nestled her head up against the spot between his shoulder and his chest, aware that, despite her training, Gillen knew the human body and its limits better than her. Right now, she just wanted to do her best to try and keep him, as well as herself, warm. Sensing this, Gillen wrapped one arm around her, keeping her close. Closing her eyes, she decided to focus on the beating of Gillen's heart as she leaned into him.

(y/n) wasn't sure how long they sat like that. Her face pressed against his chest and the sound of rain and horse's hooves fighting to drown out the song of Gillen's heart. The rain had begun let up, but only just some. It was more of a steady rainfall than the downpour they were traversing through earlier. Eventually, she slowly lifted her head and was surprised to find herself and Gillen in a small town.

Little houses and buildings dotted the sides of the road. A well sat in what (y/n) could only assume was some kind of town square. Just beyond a few houses rose the unmistakable steeple of a church. (y/n) felt a sudden longing for her faith at the sight as they approached.

I feel like it's been forever since the last time I had the opportunity to enjoy silent prayer in a chapel. Not since we left the fortress. As her mind fell backward, she was struck by the memory of a freckled, sun-kissed face and chestnut brown eyes. She felt her heart stop. The chapel at Malbork Fortress. That was the last place I saw Albrecht. I hope he's doing alright.

Gillen stopped the cart in front of the church. (y/n) looked up through the rain to see the steeple towering above them. The wooden exterior appeared dark when completely drenched in rainwater.

"We should be able to find shelter here for a while. Here's hoping it's unlocked," Gillen stated before getting up and stepping down from the cart.

Offering (y/n) his hand, she gratefully accepted, making it a point to hold onto him so as to not slip and fall. Once her feet hit the floor, Gillen used a part of his cloak to wrap around her, bringing her near in an effort to shield her from the elements. Quickly, the two shuffled towards the doors. Gillen pulled on the handle, and was grateful to find it unlocked. After thanking the Lord, the two went inside, closing themselves within the sanctuary.

(Chapel looks vaguely like this).

The chapel was small, but beautiful. (y/n) was amazed by all the murals surrounding them on the walls. The entire room was bathed in a dim, bluish light, with shadows cascading around them, almost like a dark, moonlit forest. The chapel was completely empty. Vacant, except for (y/n) and Gillen, the latter of which had let go of her and had taken off his cloak. Holding it out, he sighed before draping it across a pew to dry, careful to leave it inside out, lest someone come in and discover the identity of a runaway knight. (y/n) did the same, removing her cloak and setting it alongside his.

Now that Gillen was no longer wearing his hood, she could see just how miserable he looked. Flushed skin, bags under his eyes, and his long hair almost plastered to his head. As she observed her beloved, she felt a chill run through her, goosebumps dotting her arms. She was still so very cold, and despite her best efforts, she couldn't keep herself from shivering.

Picking up on this, Gillen reached forward to once again to hold her. Accepting the embrace, she sought out some amount of warmth in his arms. However, with the both of them soaking wet, that was near impossible.

"Sorry, I suppose that isn't helping much," Gillen lamented drawing away only a little.

"I wish I could say you were wrong," (y/n) attempted a meagre smile, one which contrasted greatly with the flatness in her tone.

Gillen glanced around the dark chapel, observing his surroundings. At the very back of the church, past the altar, was a door on the right-hand side of the wall. Letting go of (y/n), he walked ahead to the door.

"I wonder," He thought out loud as he went ahead to the door and gave it a light knock. When there was no answer, he opened the door and found it unlocked. Not only that, but he also discovered a small room with a fireplace, where beside it sat a large basket of wood tucked between the fireplace and the wall by the door.

"(y/n), bring the cloaks over here. I found a fireplace," He waved her over.

Thrilled at the prospect of getting warm, (y/n) snatched up the cloaks and hurried over to Gillen. Entering the room, she noticed it was just as dark as the chapel. But not for long as Gillen grabbed some wood and began to make a fire. As she stood to the side holding the fabrics, she began to grow concerned.

"Gillen, should we be doing this? What if the father of this church returns? Aren't we technically trespassing?"

"Churches are to be open to those in need," He stated matter-of-factly as he placed wood into the fireplace. "And as far as I am concerned, the two of us are definitely in need. Whoever the father is, I'm sure he'll understand."

Conceding to his point, (y/n) held her tongue as Gillen got a fire going.

Once a fire was lit, (y/n) had hung their cloaks in front of the fireplace. After doing so she ran outside to grab a change of clothes for her and Gillen, so they could change into something dry. When she came back inside, Gillen was sitting by the fire, poking around to let more air in. He looked up at (y/n) as she entered, and she was glad to see the pink in his skin was starting to fade. Even the room began to feel warmer as it lit up from the flames.

Gillen got up and pressed a kiss to (y/n)'s forehead, resting a hand against her face.

"Danke Schön, mein Engel," He murmured. His lips felt warm against her icy skin. "I'll step into the chapel for a minute, you stay in here and get dressed."

"Are you sure you don't want to change first?" She raised a hand to hold his face, rubbing her thumb over the scar on his cheek. "I'm worried."

"I'll be fine," He reassured her with another small kiss on the forehead. Reluctantly, she gave into his request as he then left the room, closing the door behind him.

Taking a long look around the room, she realized that there were a few shelves with pots and pans, as well as a few wooden chairs and a small table in the corner. On the wall was a window, where beside it was a crucifix affixed to the wall. It then dawned on her.

This must be the kitchen where they prepare the bread for the Sabbath. She thought to herself as she peeled off the dress from her body. The wet fabric clung to her figure, and she could only imagine how ridiculous she looked in front of Gillen. After discarding the dress, she hung it in front of the fire to dry alongside their cloaks. She even did the same with her socks and shoes, grimacing when she saw how waterlogged they were.

(y/n) couldn't help but stop before the flames, enjoying the warmth that seeped into her now bare skin. Goosebumps faded away as she relished in the warmth and glow of the fire, the sensation traveling across her body. She began to squeeze out some of the rainwater from her hair, (h/l) tresses all hanging loosely around her head. After which she fanned out her hair, hoping to get it at least a little drier. It was relaxing. The heat of the fire against her body paired with the soft patter of rainfall outside and the crackle of the flames was calming. She would have continued like this if it wasn't for a sudden knock at the door.

"(y/n), are you done?" Gillen asked from the other side of the door.

"I-I'm still getting dressed!" She stuttered, caught completely off guard. Thanking the Lord that he hadn't opened the door, she quickly snatched her change of clothes and threw them on. She blushed furiously as she slipped on the crimson red dress, its color making her cheeks appear all the more vibrant.

That was close! Imagine if he had just walked in? I don't know if I could even look him in the eye if he had seen me like that!

Once done dressing herself, she called Gillen into the room. He entered in, now appearing more damp that soaked. In his arms he held a few bandages and the jar of ointment. He gave (y/n) a rather sheepish expression, his eyes darting between her and the clothes hanging by the fire.

"I thought it would be worthwhile to check on the wound. Just in case," He stated.

"It certainly wouldn't hurt," (y/n) breathlessly agreed before practically speedwalking past him and out of the room. Heart racing and still feeling embarrassed by the close call. She could almost hear Gillen say something, but she instinctively closed the door before he could finish.

Alone in the chapel, (y/n) placed her hand over her thundering heartbeat. Taking a deep breath, she walked over to one of the front pews and took a seat.

Why did that scare me so much? I mean, I do know why it scared me, but...

She gulped, her mind reeling at where it went next.

But why did a part of me want him to open the door anyway?

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I was this close to making this chapter a "they had to share one bed" scenario, but I did my best to avoid it. And before anyone says anything, no. They are not going to have sex in a church. As always, please let me know your thoughts!

Translations:

"Danke Schön." - "Thank you."

"Danke Schön, mein Engel." - "Thank you, my angel."

[lady0ctavia]

In my defense, I've been injured and out of work, so that's given me a lot of time to plan storylines and whatnot 🤷‍♀️

Writing a fanfic is 50% planning it all out and 50% writing by the seat of your pants as it unintentionally goes off the rails and you go, "Oh okay, I guess we're doing this now."

And I love it.

[lady0ctavia]

Fair.

Writing a fanfic is 50% planning it all out and 50% writing by the seat of your pants as it unintentionally goes off the rails and you go, "Oh okay, I guess we're doing this now."

And I love it.

[lady0ctavia]

Writing a fanfic is 50% planning it all out and 50% writing by the seat of your pants as it unintentionally goes off the rails and you go, "Oh okay, I guess we're doing this now."

And I love it.